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!

or that

up from the bed, his voice calm, “Till let you go, but I won’t divorce you!

weight lift off

was waking from

she realize her legs

door behind him. He sat on the couch, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and

smoke rose lazily, blurring his features

remembered a similar evening, 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

rain poured heavily, drowning out little Sullivan’s cries.

Sullivan often wondered if his father had known what his son would face, would he have stayed?

chosen

the room caught his

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

watched

suitcase, leaving the villa just like his father Percy did that day.

of dusk vanished from

came upstairs to call him for dinner, “Sir, dinner is ready!”

cigarette butt between his fingers and asked softly,

her head. “No, she packed her