Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

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Chapter 136 He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

A tangle of clothes, shoes, and stockings lay discarded on the floor, a testament to the heated moment.

Megan, slightly tipsy, felt the room spinning around her. She couldn't help but wrap her arms around Sullivan's sturdy back for support.

Just then, the smartphone on the nightstand burst into life.

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It was Megan's phone.

She reached out to grab it, but Sullivan was quicker. He suspected it was Begonia calling to share smundane slice of life with his wife, but upon unlocking the phone, he was met with an unfamiliar yet strikingly young and attractive Whatprofile picture.

[Girl, | miss you. Can we meet up?] Sullivan's expression darkened like a gathering storm. He fixed his gaze on Megan and questioned, “Someone from the bar? You added him on WhatsApp?” In truth, it was Lucia who had done the adding.

But Megan was far from confessing; instead, she wrapped herself around him, her voice sultry and defiant, “Yeah! A young, handsguy! Sullivan, you can play your flirty games with Cressida, so why can’t | have someone on my phone... to cheerup? And Sullivan, if you can’t handle it, we can always get a divorce!” Her hair sprawled across the pillow, stunning in its disarray.

At that moment, Sullivan felt an urge to strangle her with his bare hands, but she was his Mrs. Lowry. He couldn't do that to her. Instead, he would ensure that her heart and lips would only whisper his name.

Their kiss was wild, his fingers interlacing tightly with hers, locking her down as if she would never escape his grasp, as if she could never fly away from the palm of his hand.

Megan's pupils dilated with understanding. She knew Sullivan too well. His care and consideration were not about love; they were about not losing her.

She was simply the woman who satisfied him the most. She thought cynically that if Cressida were a beauty without equal or boasted a healthy body or a prestigious family background, then she wouldn't stand a chance.

To him, she was nothing more than a plaything in his bed! But for now, she didn’t care.

It was just a matter of time. Once he grew tired of her, she would be free... Free as a bird in the vast sky, where past acquaintances would becstrangers, and a simple “long tno see” would be an insult to their shared history.

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Megan endured, her head tilted back slightly.

Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a new photo on the nightstand. Not the old one that one she had burned - but a fresh picture of her and Sullivan, looking natural and affectionate.

It was a composite created at Sullivan's behest! Stunned, Megan's delicate nostrils flared as she reached out to touch the photo, her slender fingers gripping the frtightly. It was almost as if she and Sullivan were exerting equal force in a crazed struggle to destroy each other.

The brass frfell, striking Sullivan on the forehead. Crimson blood trickled down his face - a shocking sight.

Sullivan looked up at her, and Megan trembled slightly. The alcohol in her system had fully awakened, igniting all her rational thoughts.

Her lips quivered as she whispered, “Sullivan, if | had a choice, | would wish | had never fallen for you.” For a moment, Sullivan's face twisted with a complex array of emotions.

Then, with a twisted smile, he gently cupped her chin and leaned in to kiss her tenderly, his voice as soft as a lover’s, “Too bad, my dear! You did fall for me. Even if you burn the photos, the diary, you can’t erase the fact that you loved me! Megan, | will never let you go, never release you.” He wanted her.

She was forever his Mrs. Lowry! As Sullivan slowly took possession of her, Megan thought he must be insane.

And in that moment, she realized that perhaps she was insane too.

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