Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 108

Megan’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson. Her delicate hand clasped the small drawer shut, preventing him from peering inside. “It’s nothing! Just a new bottle of perfume I bought. I just unwrapped

it.”

“Oh!” Sullivan, however, was uncharacteristically patient, his demeanor slow and deliberate. “Spritz a bit,

let me have a whiff! Isn’t it said that perfume is a woman’s best nightwear?”

His undeniably flirtatious tone was laced with an irresistible dominance.

Megan couldn’t resist it.

In the midst of their conversation, Sullivan had already opened the drawer, and sure enough, there was a bottle of perfume. He picked it up and lightly sprayed a bit behind Megan’s ear. Perhaps it was the shock, but her tender skin there quivered slightly.

Sullivan’s gaze intensified. He held her small, rounded shoulders, his handsome face nestling into the nape of her neck, his prominent nose pressing against that patch of soft skin. His husky whisper was incredibly seductive, “It does smell nice!”

Megan trembled uncontrollably. “Sullivan!” she exclaimed.

Sullivan chuckled lowly, “You’re not even clean yet, so don’t tempt me!”

At that moment, as if just noticing the diary lying there, he picked it up before Megan could stop him and began to casually flip through it. One arm wrapped around his wife, the other lightly turning the pages.

He didn’t just look; he read it aloud word by word.

The passionate and naive musings of an 18–year–old Megan felt especially embarrassing when recited by

him.

It said, “Sullivan ignored me all day today! He didn’t even glance at the cupcakes I made him. Does he dislike me? If he dislikes me, why did he lend me his jacket when I stained my skirt? Could he possibly have feelings for me too? I don’t care; tomorrow Sullivan will definitely like me!”

Megan was flushed with embarrassment. Even though she was no longer in love with Sullivan, these memories were still mortifying, as if Sullivan had stripped her bare for his own inspection. When she bit her lip and was about to speak, a platinum business card fell out.

It was Alton’s.

The atmosphere froze. Megan’s body tensed slightly; she was unsure of what Sullivan would think upon seeing the card. If he guessed her intentions to cross him, she couldn’t bear to think of how he might punish or torment her.

Perhaps he would rip open her nightgown and ravish her body. Every torture he gave her would tell her that leaving him was out of the question.

Megan shivered, not out of weakness, but because, after three years of marriage, she knew Sullivan’s temper all too well. He was always quick to anger, especially with her.

But none of what she feared happened.

Sullivan did glance at the card, but merely remarked nonchalantly, “Why do you have Alton’s card? Have you been seeing a lot of him lately?” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

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Megan relaxed slightly. She looked down and spoke softly, “I sometimes visit his law firm to discuss my brother’s case.”

Sullivan asked a few questions about the case. When he wasn’t being provocative, the mood was much lighter, and Megan responded with ease. Suddenly, she stopped talking.

Because Sullivan had lifted her onto the vanity.

The cold, gold surface pressed against her skin, sending chills up her spine in the dead of night, making her shiver ever so slightly.

Sullivan, usually a smoker, used his index and middle finger to playfully touch her, his voice lazy and

enticing

“How come you’re not wearing any underwear?” he quipped.

Megan didn’t dare to acknowledge their compromising state. She gently closed her eyes as her delicate face tilted up slightly, “I’ve taken a bath and now I’m ready for bed!”

Sullivan let out a soft laugh. He continued to tease her gently, not going too far, just fondling tenderly. While kissing the back of her ear, he murmured like a lover, “It’s so soft! We’ve been married for years, and yet you’re still like a young girl, why?”

Megan was on the brink of collapse from his teasing.

Just then, Sullivan’s phone rang. It was a call from Bianca.

Bianca’s voice was urgent, “Mr. Lowry, there’s been an incident at the hospital! Some nurse made a mistake with Cressida’s IV. The nurse got the meds wrong. She’s been throwing up and had diarrhea, even passed out for a bit!”

As Sullivan took the call, he didn’t move away from Megan; his eyes stayed fixed on her face as if he didn’t want to miss any subtle change in her expression.