Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 131

A slap echoed across the room, the sound hanging in the air as Sullivan’s cheek stung from the impact.

He paused, his gaze lowering to the figure sprawled on the bed. Megan’s chest rose and fell with heavy, uneven breaths; her silk nightgown had slipped down her shoulders, revealing the delicate curve of her clavicle and hinting at more intimate secrets. Her skin looked pale and fragile, like a porcelain doll in the dim light.

“Starting to fight back now?”

Sullivan’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, his eyes shimmering with an unreadable emotion, though his voice remained

soft.

His fingers closed around hers, pinning them above the pristine white pillowcase… yet he hesitated, motionless.

Megan’s nose was flushed red. She looked up at Sullivan, her voice nothing more than a shattered whisper, “Sullivan, what’s this? Are you forcing me now? If not, then let me go!”

something within him, and after a long silence,

Burying her cheek into the pillow, she murmured, “There won’t be any children

struggling. She lay beneath

could have taken her then, with little resistance, as she had her own Achilles‘ heel–her brother’s well–being was at stake. She couldn’t just throw everything away because he wasn’t done playing his games. No matter how unbearable it became, she still had to play the

pill to swallow, a

heart encased in

fertile. But he also knew that if he went through with it, it would truly be the end of whatever fragile

long while until Megan’s raspy voice broke the silence, “If you’re not

Sullivan watched her silently, realizing that the tables had turned. Once upon a time, he had been the one to treat Megan and their marriage with indifference. Now,

didn’t leave, choosing instead to lie

with any particular intention, just a need to feel her… to

at that moment,

Sullivan’s handsome face paled.