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.

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

at her delicate but somewhat haggard face, at her soft body tucked under the silky dress… He had never allowed himself to look at a woman so candidly

all

all the m

more

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

and looked around. “We have arrived already?”

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

woman now. She wasn’t

homemade meatballs.. it was a stretch to call it

her words carefully

me anymore.”

gazed at her quietly

can take care of my family issues. You don’t have

adults; they could read between the lines.

them! Probably because she was concerned about Sullivan, afraid

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

be moved. It’s always a blessing to receive help in times of need, and anyone would

BMW slowly drive away.

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

darkness

use her phone’s light when