Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 18

Megan felt it was too intimate. She was about to decline when Begonia took a Tupperware from the passenger seat. “My mom made these homemade meatballs, with your favorite filling. She asked me to drop them off to you”

Megan felt a wave of embarrassment. “She still remembers?”

Begonia smiled wormly and leaned over to open the passenger door. “Get in. It’s on my way”

Megan couldn’t refuse now. She climbed into the cor and buckled up. “Then, thank you for the lift

Begonia held the steering wheel with both hands and glanced at Megan clutching the Tupperware. His gaze was gentle. “If you’re hungry, feel free to eat it. It’s still warm”

Nevertheless, Megan didn’t want to appear too close, and she also feared dirtying his car, so she shook her head. “I’ll eat it at home.”

Begonia didn’t press her and gently pressed on the accelerator. After a short drive, he said cheerfully. “Eating it slowly at home is also good!”

The white BMW slowly pulled away.

From about thirty feet away, Sullivan watched the car disappear, his expression dark enough to drip with gloom. He took out his phone from his jacket and made a call. The response was swift.

Everything was as he suspected.

The hidden owner of the restaurant was none other than Begonia.

Megan used to be just a little girl in his eyes. But years had passed, and she had blossomed into a mature woman, mode enticing by Sullivan’s own tutelage.

exhaustion, Megan fell asleep in the car. When the vehicle stopped, she was still asleep.

at her delicate but somewhat haggard face, at her soft body tucked under the

all

all the m

more

leaning in and gently touched her fair and tender cheek. His voice was husky,

She opened her eyes and looked around. “We have arrived

her gaze met Begonia’s, she paused, clutching the Tupperware a bit

a grown woman now. She wasn’t slow

for two million, the specially delivered homemade meatballs.. it was a stretch to call it

weighed her words

me anymore.”

at her

of my family issues. You don’t

could

his intentions and rejected them! Probably because

for her. He tapped the Tupperware in her hands with a light chuckle. “Alright! But if you need anything. you

impossible for Megan not to be moved. It’s always a blessing to receive help in times of need, and anyone would

the white BMW slowly drive away. Only after the car left did she slowly

stairwell had been out for days, and with no property management, repairs were

darkness

was about to use her phone’s light when a