Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call
Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Sullivan was the epitome of high society’s golden boy. It was not in his nature to throw punches, least of all for a woman

But today was different. Today, he found himself in a fierce brawl with Bennett, and neither of them held back or came out on top without a few bruises to show for it

In the end, he delivered Bennett a harsh kick!

He turned to Megan and said, “Let’s get out of here!”

Bennett, wincing in pain, grabbed Megan’s ann with a bruised face but with eyes that bore into hers, “Last time, you told me I was nothing but trouble for women, that no one but Sullivan could help you… Now, Megan, I’m telling you I, Bennett Leach, can be that man tool Whatever Sullivan can give you, I can match it, and even offer what he can’t! Why go back to him? Why chain yourself to a loveless mamage? You’ve said it yourself, you don’t love him anymore!”

Megan looked at him quietly.

Finally, she gently pushed Bennett’s hand away and said with a faint smile, “Bennett, you seem to be mistaken. I’m choosing to go back to Sullivan of my own free will, and our marriage is stable. In the world of adults, it’s not just about love or affection, but also about mutual benefits, right?”

She added, “You should understand that better than anyone.”

Bennett’s gaze tumed cold, as if he never truly knew her.

Megan’s face remained impeccably composed.

Eventually, Bennett ground out through clenched teeth, “You’re such a hypocrite, Mrs. Lowry!”

Megan looped her arm through Sullivan’s. She tilted her head back to look into his eyes tenderly as if deeply concerned, “Sullivan, let me take care of those wounds when we get home”

Sullivan looked down at her with an inscrutable gaze.

Half an hour later, their driver dropped them off at the villa

As soon as the car stopped, Sullivan led Megan upstairs with a firm grip. The house staff, seeing the marks on his face and his furious. demeanor, dared not intervene in the couple’s private affairs,

The bedroom door swung open, and Megan was tossed onto the large bed.

She sank into the plush mattress and before she could react, Sullivan was on her, unfastening his belt and zipper, claiming her without any preamble.

Megan’s long hair spread across the pillow. Her slender, pale arms clutched the sheets, barely managing to withstand Sullivan’s intense desire.

As their bodies moved together, Sullivan gripped her hair and kissed her deeply, his eyes never leaving hers, “No more feelings for anyone else… huh?”

Megan breathed lightly: her gaze locked with his

She refused to respond

Sullivan was relentless, spoiling half the bed in his fervor

Megan finally spoke, wrapping her arms around his neck, her voice a husky tremor with a distinctly womanly allure, “Sullivan, you know, it’s not so hard to be Mrs. Lowry without loving you.”

Sullivan paused and looked down at her. His eyes were stormy, filled with emotions even he couldn’t comprehend,

Megan leaned in to kiss the comer of his mouth. She caressed his handsome, lustful face and whispered softly, “And I don’t think you need my love, Sullivan, Isn’t this arrangement perfect? I don’t demand your affection or fidelity, and you don’t try to control me!”

Sullivan let out a laugh that wasn’t quite angry. He pressed his lips against her damp hairline, murmuring like a lover, “If that’s the case, show me your sincerity, Mrs. Lowry!”