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.

and defiant, “Yeah! A young, handsome guy! Sullivan, you can play your flirty games with Cressida, so why can’t I have someone on my phone… to

sprawled across the

she was his Mrs. Lowry. He couldn’t do that to her.

locking her down as if she would never escape his grasp, as if she

His care and consideration were not about love; they were

a beauty without equal or boasted a healthy body or a prestigious family background, then she wouldn’t stand

now, she didn’t

he grew tired of her, she would be free… Free as a bird in the vast sky, where past acquaintances

endured, her head tilted back

photo on the nightstand. Not the old one that one she had

composite created

slender fingers gripping the frame tightly. It

brass frame fell, striking Sullivan on the forehead. Crimson blood trickled

The alcohol in her system had fully

had a choice, I would