Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

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Chapter 17

Megan dashed back to the modest apartment she was renting

From a distance, Cora, holding on umbrella, anxiously waited downstairs

Megan slowed her pace. “Cora, how come you are here?”

Once inside, Corn gave her a towel and began drying Megan’s damp hair while saying, “I was worried, so I came to check on you. How could you not call a cab in this downpour?”

Megan repited softly. “It’s not easy to get a cab when it mins.”

Cora urged Megan to take a shower. When she came out, Cora had heated up some soup to warm her up.

As Megan sipped her soup, Cora hesitated before asking. “So, what’s the latest with you and Sullivan?”

Megan paused. Then, continuing with her soup, she murmured, “He refuses to sign the divorce papers! I can’t find a lawyer willing to take the case just yet, but I’ve filed for separation. In two years, whether he likes it or not, I’ll be free.”

Cora chose not to press further. She silently applied ointment to Megan’s finger her eyes tearing up at the sight of the injury.

In those years, Megan was a high–talent student at the music academy; many maestros wanted to take her as a student, including that musical genius, Paxton, who had knocked on her door several times.

Now, here she was… playing her violin in such places.

She reassured Cora, “Once Dad gets better

smiled. “I believe you, dear! Maybe one day you’ll be a

offered a faint smile.

long while since she had smiled like this. When she smiled, two

her room, she sat on the

phone rang: it was her manager from the performance company. “Megan, there’s an opening for a high–end French restaurant tomorrow. They want something classy. I thought of you

four

usually sociable, she still managed to butter up the manager

her, “Dress up pretty tomorrow!”

in

up, she couldn’t help but embrace her violin, caressing it

She searched for a long time, and then she saw the white silk blouse paired with a black long dress. Megan looked at them and touched them, somewhat in

since she’d last

the at a high–end French restaurant located on a prime road in

bustled with their trays, weaving through the crowd.

her hair swept up, accentuating

the chandeliers, the grace with which she

smoking. He wore a black shirt and casual

smoke was expelled and instantly tom

the first time Sullivan had seen Megan play the violin, His gaze was a mix of male desire and a possessiveness he couldn’t quite understand. He didn’t enter the restaurant but waited

her their business cards, but Megan politely declined them all, focused

Sullivan was