Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 136

He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

A tangle of clothes, shoes, and stockings lay discarded on the floor, a testament to the heated moment.

Megan, slightly tipsy, felt the room spinning around her. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around Sullivan’s sturdy back for support.

Just then, the smartphone on the nightstand burst into life.

It was Megan’s phone.

She reached out to grab it, but Sullivan was quicker. He suspected it was Begonia calling to share some mundane slice of life with his wife, but upon unlocking the phone, he was met with an unfamiliar yet strikingly young and attractive WhatsApp profile picture.

[Girl, I miss you. Can we meet up?]

Sullivan’s expression darkened like a gathering storm. He fixed his gaze on Megan and questioned, “Someone from the bar? You added him on WhatsApp?”

In truth, it was Lucia who had done the adding.

can play your flirty games with Cressida, so why can’t I have someone on my phone… to cheer me up? And Sullivan, if you can’t handle it,

hair sprawled across the

but she was his Mrs. Lowry. He couldn’t do that to her. Instead, he would ensure that her heart and lips would only whisper

was wild, his fingers interlacing tightly with hers, locking her down as if she would never escape his grasp, as if she

She knew Sullivan too well. His care and consideration were not about love; they were about

were a beauty without equal or boasted a healthy body or a

for now, she didn’t

as a bird in the vast sky,

her head tilted

new photo on the nightstand. Not the old one that one she had burned –

composite created at

gripping the frame tightly. It was almost as

forehead. Crimson blood

Megan trembled slightly. The alcohol in her

I had a