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!”

gaze stirring something within him, and after a long silence, he finally

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

declaration, she stopped struggling. She lay beneath him, completely

couldn’t just throw everything away because he wasn’t done playing his games. No matter

was a bitter pill to

heart encased in

with her–they were both young and fertile. But he also knew that if he went through with it, it would truly be the end of whatever fragile thread held them

voice broke the silence, “If you’re not going to do it, then let me

away. Sullivan watched her silently, realizing that the tables had turned. Once upon a time, he had been

instead to lie

hand reached out to touch her shoulder, not with any particular intention, just a need to feel her… to confirm

at that moment,

Sullivan’s handsome face paled.