Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 110

Sullivan was on the verge of speaking when the operating room door swung open.

The doctor stepped out, taking a deep breath of relief. “After a thorough stomach pump, the patient is out of danger now. Please rest assured, Mr. Lowry. Our hospital will fully cooperate with the authorities regarding this medical incident”

Sullivan’s expression was calm. Turning to Bianca, he gave his instructions, “Make the arrangements to transfer Cressida to the Lowry Hospital at dawn.”

Bianca, looking exhausted with dark circles under her eyes, nodded in agreement.

It was then that Dahlia spoke up, her voice tinged with concern, “Mr. Lowry, aren’t you staying with us? With our little Cressida? She just came back from death’s door, she needs you by her side!*

Bianca snapped at her, “Mr. Lowry isn’t a doctor!” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Dahlia fell silent, not daring to say another word.

Sullivan then turned to Begonia with a slight smile, “Rushed off my feet, I didn’t manage to soothe Megan properly. She’s probably sulking under the covers right now. Don’t worry, Begonia, I’m heading home to

sweet–talk her.”

He glanced at his watch.

“With seven hours before the morning rush, I reckon that’s plenty of time to charm a lady. A tiff between husband and wife is often short–lived. You know, Begonia, you really should consider tying the knot;

then you’d understand the joys of having a wife.

His inimical words were laced with a hint of flirtation.

Begonia could definitely read between the lines.

Watching Sullivan’s figure, which was so noble and dignified, Begonia lowered his gaze with a smile. Sullivan himself hadn’t realized that his concern for Megan had long surpassed that of an ordinary couple. Those flirty remarks were nothing but a man’s possessive desire.

When Sullivan returned to his villa, it was 1 a.m.

The house was shrouded in darkness, and even the upstairs lights were out.

Megan hadn’t left the light on for him.

Sullivan lit a cigarette, then, taking off his coat, he climbed the stairs and pushed open the bedroom door. Without turning on the light, he sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off his shoes, and lay down beside Megan. He wrapped his arm around her, his face close to hers.

Megan shivered slightly, and he knew she wasn’t asleep, and she probably wasn’t in the best of moods

either.

In the darkness, he whispered, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Megan’s cheek rested quietly against the pillow, and after a while, she replied softly, “I was just about to

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dun oft

Sullivan chuckled. His hand then slipped under the covers to caress her tenderly just as he had before leaving. Megan struggled faintly under his touch, but he held her even tighter and his voice was husky in her ear, “So I was the one who disturbed you?”

His tone was as gentle as could be.

Like a deeply loving husband.

Megan’s love for him had faded, but at that moment, she felt a sudden urge to cry.

In the dark, her eyes welled up with tears. She was grateful the lights were off, which spared her the shame of being seen in her most vulnerable state.

She lay in silence, so Sullivan didn’t press further. He just held her and caressed her as if he was making a gesture that seemed both habitual and purely meant to comfort her. All the while, Megan held back her

soft cries.

Sullivan slipped under the covers with her.

She was in her silk nightgown, feeling soft and smooth.

He was still dressed in his shirt and belt, even with a faint scent of hospital antiseptic on him, reminding Megan where he had been. No matter how indifferent she tried to be, she couldn’t help but say, “Sullivan, go take a shower.”

Sullivan rolled her over into his arms.

The world spun as she found herself beneath him.

He stared at her delicate face, his voice a low growl, “You grabb weren’t clean, but because you find me dirty, don’t you?”

the condom earlier not because you

Megan felt embarrassed. She turned her face away, her voice trembling with a mature woman’s allure, “No! Sullivan… stop saying this.”

Sullivan caught her hand, guiding it toward him. She couldn’t pull away; his dominance was terrifying, and his desire unmistakable.

Sullivan pursued her, kiss her deeply. He savored her lips tenderly until she cried, then he spoke softly and gently, “Megan, I’m clean. I haven’t touched Alena, Cressida, or any other woman.”

Megan froze while tears were streaming down her face, which embarrassed her more.

After three years of marriage, her heart had turned cold toward him. Now, hearing him swear his fidelity, she should have felt nothing, but her heart was unexpectedly stirring. Helpless beneath him, she listened to his almost confessional words.

He said she was the first woman he took home. He said that no matter how he got turned on during the business trips, at best, he would only pleasure himself; he never touched women of the night or flirted at social events.

As he spoke, his words grew bolder; he claimed he had only been sleeping with her.

Sullivan was not lying.

Indeed, Megan was the only woman he had ever been with. All his sexual experiences were learned with her, every position was discovered through her, and every tantalizing technique was reserved solely for

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her.

Sullivan rarely spoke of such matters, but when he did, it was seductive and arousing. Nothing live the usual, straight–laced Mr. Lowry who seemed almost asexual,

If a man like him set his mind to it, he could easily seduce a woman.

At least, Megan’s cheeks were now flushed with color,

Sullivan felt her skin burning hot to the touch, so he chuckled lowly as he switched on the bedside lamp

His wife lay disheveled, her hair spread across the pillow.

In that moment of beauty, Sullivan’s soul was struck. He now understood why some men still sought their wives even during their monthly cycle. It wasn’t that other men were all saints, it was just that some were not sufficiently tempted. Given enough provocation, many would turn into beasts.

Sullivan curbed his desire. He held her slender neck and bent down to kiss her while whispering almost mischievously, “I could just devour you!”

Those words revealed his preferences. He always had a taste for the rougher side of intimacy