Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call
Chapter 96

Chapter 96

Even with the illness, Sullivan easily pinned her beneath him.

Gradually losing strength, Megan eventually ceased to struggle, burying her delicate face in the dark fabric of the classic Chesterfield sofa, avoiding his gaze and his words

Sullivan was harsh in his anger. His long fingers pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to look at him. His words were sharp, “Mrs. Lowry, make a comparison See who really stirs your feelings!”

Megan felt humiliated. She turned her face away in indignation, but Sullivan’s grip was firm, leaving her no escape. She could only gaze at him, her eyes moist, nostrils faring slightly, forced to look upon his handsome face

The lamplight cast a soft, golden glow around Sullivan, as if anointing him with a gentle halo.

But his actions were anything but gentle. His forehead, the side of his face, and neck were all glistening with sweat.

He was getting camed away, emotionally and physically invested. At the climax of both sensation and emotion, he leaned in close, whispering sensually in her ear, “Megan, do you still fancy me?”

Nobody likes to be coerced, especially when Sullivan showed no restraint and made such a racket. Megan knew the housekeepers downstairs must have heard. They must have heard Mr. and Mrs. Lowry doing such things in their bedroom, heard the unseernly sounds that Megan was forced to make.

Tears gathered at the comers of Megan’s eyes

In that moment, she wasnt the composed and self–possessed Mrs. Lowry, she was just a woman being overpowered.

She looked into his eyes and murmured, “Why should I fancy you?”

Sullivan glanced up slightly.

Megan repeated. “Sullivan, why should I still fancy you?”

Her emotions surged suddenly. Her body that had softened began to resist again, as if she couldn’t bear his touch and possession for another second.

Her voice burst forth from her throat, tinged with anger and sorrow, “I had started a new life, and yet you dragged me back. You dress me in clothes you prefer and my hair the style you prefer, even my moans have to suit your preference! Sullivan, why should I still fancy you? Am I a fool?”

Silence fell, a deep quiet.

Only the rustling of the night wind through the trees outside could be heard.

In the bedroom, although their sweat had not yet cooled, their hearts had

Both Megan and Sullivan felt it.

Sullivan rolled off to the other side of the sofa, lighting up a cigarette from his pack, taking in a few quiet drags. He watched Megan from the corner of his eye. “Without me, could your brother have returned? Mrs. Lowry, are you forgetting all I have done? But let me remind you, Wyatt hasn’t finished it yet, and I can pull the plug on Alton any time!”

Megan’s face paled. She gathered the scattered sleepwear on the sofa to cover her modesty, her voice soft as she countered, “So Sullivan, wasn’t this a pragmatic arrangement? You said everything had a price, that feelings and marriage could be traded. That’s why I came back! What are you doing now? Aside from the physical and social necessities, Sullivan, what else do you want?”

Sullivan leaned against the window, clad in a crisp white shirt, looking as dashing as ever. T

The darkness outside was unable to swallow a fraction of his presence.

He stared at his Mrs. Lowry, listening to her sharp tongue. After a moment, he scoffed, “You really have a heart of stone!”

Megan knew this argument was nearing its end. She relaxed slightly and turned her face to gaze into the night. After a long while, she whispered, “Not nearly as hard as Mr. Lowry’s, not even one in ten thousand.”

Otherwise, in three years of mariage, loving him as she did, she would have warmed even a stone heart. How else could they have come to this point?

The two were not on good terms.

That night, even as Megan cared for him, drawing his bath and fetching his clothes, Sullivan remained ungrateful. He didn’t touch her in

the night, not even a brush.

Megan, for once, had a good night’s sleep.

Waking up early, she found Sullivan not in bed. The sound of a car engine started to echo fr

from the courtyard. It surprised her. How was

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