Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 154

Megan refused, but Sullivan only tightened his grip on her cheeks, causing a sharp pain that quickly turned into a bruse

In a moment, her tights were stripped away and tossed to the end of the bed.

Sullivan whispered against her lips, his voice low and sultry, “I won’t let you go! I never cared for her, and there were reasons I had no choice over Can’t you just listen for once? Remember how good we were together not so long ago…

Megan’s hair spread across the crisp, white sheets. Her clothes in disarray, she appeared vulnerable and helpless.

She looked up at Sullivan, her volce a shaky whisper, “Sullivan, please don’t do this!”

He narrowed his eyes and asked, “What do you mean?”

Megan’s lips trembled, “We’re still legally married. You wouldn’t want a scandal, would you? Sullivan, stop pushing me. If you keep this up, I can’t promise I won’t do something drastic. Maybe tomonow, maybe in a week, the headlines across Borough City will scream about the Lowry Group CEO being betrayed by his wife. I think that would interest people more than your usual tabloid fodder What would your business associates think? How would you face them in negotiations?”

Sullivan couldn’t help but chuckle, “Who taught you this? Or did you come up with it all by yourself?”

Megan remained silent.

She stared into his eyes, watching his every move until Sullivan finally released her, convinced by her threat. She despised him enough to follow through. She could tum to Bennett or Begonia just to spite him!

How cruel!

That she had outsmarted him, or that she was finally letting go? Neither option pleased Sullivan

his voice calm, “Till let you go, but I won’t divorce you! Megan, don’t push

weight lift off

as if she was waking from a nightmare, safely leaving

realize her legs were shaking.

sat on the couch,

smoke rose lazily, blurring his features

his father, suitcase in hand, leaving their home while his mother cried and begged him to stay. But didn’t stop him. He was too eager to chase a childhood sweetheart,

drowning out little Sullivan’s cries.

his father had known what his son would face, would he have

chosen not

from across the room

a suitcase, followed by Megan descending the stairs. Eventually, the sounds faded, so he moved to the window to watch

watched Megan smile

the villa just like his father Percy did that

light of dusk vanished

window until the maid came upstairs to

between his fingers and asked softly, “Did Megan eat anything when she came back?”

“No, she packed her