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.

him, her voice sultry 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 cheer me up? And Sullivan, if you can’t handle

the pillow, stunning

she was his Mrs. Lowry. He couldn’t

with hers, locking her down as if she would

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

the woman who satisfied him the most. She thought cynically that if Cressida were a beauty without equal or boasted a healthy body or a prestigious family

for now, she

would be free… Free as a bird in the vast sky, where past acquaintances would become strangers, and

endured, her head tilted

eyes caught sight of a new photo on the nightstand. Not the old one that one she had burned – but

composite created at Sullivan’s

nostrils flared as she reached out to touch the photo, her slender fingers gripping the frame tightly. It was almost as if she and Sullivan were exerting equal force in a

forehead. Crimson blood trickled

up at her, and Megan trembled slightly. The alcohol in

a choice, I would wish I