Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 180

Megan felt a chill as she sank deeper into the plush cushions, a vague sense of vulnerability creeping over her. Before she could dwell on it, Sullivan’s gentle touch calmed her, his body pressing closer.

He whispered tenderly, his breath warm against her ear, “There are things I feel we need to address, Mrs. Lowry. I want to please you, to see you happy… Tell me, what do you desire from me right now?”

His fingers intertwined with hers as he spoke, his presence both reassuring and overwhelmingly charming. After all, Megan had loved him for six years, and beneath him, she melted like the first snow of spring.

As Sullivan kissed her, Megan, unable to resist, arched back, trembling slightly in response to his affection. Yet, he pulled back with a low chuckle, teasing her further.

Flushed and eager, Megan reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tender embrace. Sullivan laughed softly, a sound of pure delight, before he leaned in for a passionate, all–consuming kiss, fulfilling her desires..

In the dim light, their shadows merged on the wall, entangled in an intimate dance that lasted through the night.

The dawn brought a different kind of warmth. Megan, dressed warmly, went outside with Shirley to build a snowman while Sullivan, in his cozy loungewear, watched them from the living

snow and showering it with kisses. The snowman she

couldn’t help but smile at the sight. His phone rang, pulling

Sullivan’s tone was cool, his amusement fading

VIP hospital ward. Have you lost your mind, Sullivan? What if people find out? How will you

his forehead, weary.

out for you. And don’t forget, Megan is the one you share your bed with. Do you want her back or not? If she finds out about this, what then?” Camilla’s voice shook with

was now heading inside with Shirley. He ended the call without

him. Not after

time he’d been softer toward her, but wasn’t their relationship always a transaction? His wealth and attention for her affection and loyalty… and

but Sullivan had other ideas, drawing her close on the sofa. As he began to remove her wet shoes and

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