Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire's Wakeup Call novel 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 attraction 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 marriage 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.

“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.