Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 25

Megan’s head was buzzing with the effects of too much wine–she wasn’t out cold but definitely riding the buzz.

Sullivan guided her to the parking lot, opening the passenger door with one hand and gesturing for her to climb in

Megan wasn’t having it. Though tipsy, she wasn’t beyond sense

Leaning against the car she tilted her head back, lips parting in a sultry, raspy voice, “Sullivan, I don’t want to go home with you! We’re getting a divorce?”

From his taller vantage point, Sullivan’s gaze was fixed on her, taking in her intoxicated allure

He’d never seen Megan quite like this

Clad in a champagne silk blouse and a mermaid skirt, what should’ve been a picture of elegance was now exuding pure femininity. Every curve of her body seemed to be calling out for a touch, for possession.

Sullivan leaned in close, teeth clenched. “Look at yourself now. Where’s that respectable ladylike demeanor gone?”

Megan lifted her gaze to meet his. There was a moment of clarity in her eyes before they clouded over again.

Sullivan stopped trying to reason with her and pushed her into the car, his movements tinged with roughness. Megan fussed about getting out, her body slumped against the seat, mumbling words Sullivan didn’t care to hear.

He was irked.

Locking the doors, he was just about to fasten her seat belt when he caught sight of the car opposite them… and the person sitting

Inside

Begonia

The headlights of their cars cast a glow as the two men inside assessed each other.

Begonia’s gaze was as dark as a night steeped in ink. So was Sullivan’s

After a moment, Sullivan leaned over to buckle Megan in. She, half–asleep and groggy, shifted uncomfortably and kept on muttering. “I’m not going with you”

Sullivan gently caressed her soft cheek, his voice hoarse. “If not with me, then who?”

Without waiting for her reply, he straightened up and faced Begonia with an emotionless stare Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Then,

1, under Begonia’s watchful eyes, Sullivan drove away with Megan.

The luxury cars passed each other, Begonia’s grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly while Sullivan let out a cold chuckle.

The night deepened as the lights dimmed.

Sullivan’s car eased into the driveway of his mansion. The household staff, hearing the arrival, promptly came out to open the car door, asking gently. “Sir, would you like supper?”

Then she noticed Megan and exclaimed, “Madam is back!”

Sullivan unfastened his seat belt and spoke in a detached tone. “Prepare some hangover soup and bring it upstairs shortly. Madam had a bit too much to drink.”

The maid nodded and hurried off.

Sullivan turned to his wife in the passenger seat

Megan had fallen asleep, her delicate neck tensed, her soft body trembling slightly in the air–just the sight was enough to stir a man. Sullivan was no saint. It had been way too long since his last bedroom activity.

He leaned over, taking her in his arms, his eyes fixated on her face, watching her expressions as he gently played with her. Women have desires, too, especially a drunk Megan.

As Sullivan touched her, she couldn’t help but moan softly, her murmurs repeating his name unconsciously, “Sullivan. Sullivan… With a click, Sullivan unbuckled her seat belt. He stepped out, carrying Megan bridal style, and strode towards the mansion. The motion made her head spin, and she instinctively clung to Sullivan’s neck, sighing into his neck, “Sullivan, slow down… slow down…”

Even her plea for him to walk slower sounded laden with innuendo.

Unable to resist, Sullivan leaned down to kiss her, their lips entwined, tasting of red wine and passion, as their desire ignited.

In the master bedroom, under the brilliant chandelier, clothes lay scattered haphazardly on the floor, his shirt and belt, her skirt and stockings piled together shamelessly, inciting a blush to anyone who would

see.

The maid had prepared the hangover soup, intending to deliver it

But peening through the crack in the door, she caught a glimpse of the intimate scene on the lavish bed and quickly retreated.

Sullivan was impatient, putting on a rubber even before his clothes were fully removed.