Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 5

The point of no return has been reached. Sullivan found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.

Moreover underneath him, Megan was as delicate and fragrant as warm jade Sullivan couldn’t deny his attmction to her body, even if he didn’t love her

He was poised to take what he wanted, his intentions clear

Megan, her breath coming in quick gasps, pressed firmly against his shoulders “Sullivan,” she panted, “I haven’t been on the pill these past few days. I could get pregnant”

At her words, Sullivan halted. No matter how much he desired her, he hadn’t lost his reasoning. He didn’t want a baby out of this mamage with Megan–at least not now.

After a moment, he let out a snort. “It seems you’ve been giving this a lot of thought these past few days!”

Her mild resistance was nothing to him: Sullivan propped himself up on one hand beside her while pulling out an unopened small box from the nightstand drawer with the other, branded with some English letters.

Just as he was about to open it, his phone rang

Ignoring it, Sullivan continued to unwrap the box, leaning in to kiss Megan. But Megan refused, shaking her head trying to break free. The phone kept ringing.

Finally, Sullivan picked it up with annoyance.

It was his mother, Camilla. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Sullivan,” she said, her tone detached, “your grandmother isn’t feeling well. Come over and see her! Oh, bring that woman with you. Your grandmother says she wants to eat her homemade cake”

Camilla wasn’t particularly warm to anyone, young or old. Her coolness was palpable even through the phone.

Sullivan, hand still on Megan’s body, looked down at her from above. He seemed to consider for a moment before telling the person on the phone, “I’ll bring her over.”

Hanging up, he got up and dressed swiftly. “Grandma’s sick. She wants to see you. We can deal with any issues when we get back.”

Lying limp on the bed, Megan mustered the energy to dress in silence.

After zipping up his trousers, Sullivan cast a glance at Megan’s slender back and the unopened box of condoms on the nightstand. His lips pursed, and then he left first.

When Megan came downstairs, Sullivan was waiting in the car smoking.

The twilight was fading, the sky dim and the light murky

Megan wore a white silk blouse with a matching black skirt of the same material, long enough to reach her ankles, exposing only a glimpse of her delicate, alabaster legs.

door “Get in

She headed for the back seat, but Sullivan opened the passenger door,

Megan had no choice but to silently get into the car.

The black Bentley rolled out of the villa’s gate.

Sullivan held the steering wheel with one hand, focusing on the road ahead, occasionally glancing at Megan through the rear–view

mirror.

During their three years of marriage, she rarely rode in his car. Now that she wanted a divorce, she naturally did not want to talk

Both of them remained silent.

Half an hour later, they drove into a manor villa halfway up the hill. The omate black gates swung open, and the villa lit up like daylight as they approached.

Sullivan killed the engine and tumed to Megan. “Granny’s unwell, she can’t handle any stress. You know what to say

Megan stepped out, her voice cold. “Don’t worry.”

He watched her for a moment before catching up and grabbing her hand. He could feel her reluctance, but he tightened his grip. “Remember what you just promised.”

Her fingers curled slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

Inside, Camilla was waiting. She frowned slightly at the sight of their clasped hands but soon spoke in a measured tone. “Dr. Harper just left. Go check on your grandmother,”

Then, her gaze shifted to Megan.

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Megan called out “Mom,” and it took a long moment before Camilla grudgingly replied.

If it were any other time, Megan would have felt dejected, but now she didn’t even care about Sullivan, to how could she care about this. Sullivan’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Let’s go see Grandma”

Entering the bedroom, they found Heleise in discomfort, grumbling on the bed. Yet, her eyes lit up at the sight of Sullivan and Megan Tve hoped and hoped, and finally, our Megan is here”

Sullivan gently nudged her forward. He leaned close to his grandmother’s ear. “I know you’re not feeling well, so I brought Megan to see you,” he whispered

The old lady’s eyes crinkled with a smile. But then she pretended not to hear clearly, stretching out her ear and asking loudly. “What? You and Megan are working on having a baby? Sullivan, having a baby is more important. I’m old, I’m totally fine.”

The subtext was clear family expectations weighed heavy, even in the face of illness