Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 27

Down was just breaking as Sullivan stirred awake

It was the heat that did it. He found himself clinging to a human furnace, soaking his pajama top with sweat.

Blinking his eyes open, he saw Megan’s unnaturally red cheeks.

He touched her forehead and recoiled at its burning temperature.

Jumping out of bed, Sullivan hurried downstairs and instructed the housekeeper, “Call Dr. Katherine, have her come over right away.”

The housekeeper, looking anxious, asked, “Are you feeling unwell, sir?”

Sullivan was halfway back up the stairs when he paused, “Tell her Madam has a fever, and it’s urgent.”

Within half an hour, Dr. Katherine arrived

The bedroom was pristine, the traces of last night’s intimacy gone.

I’ll give her something to bring it down. Also… Mrs. Lowry’s been running on empty. She needs to

had been buming the candle

to be

Megan was g

advised, “Best

for the housekeeper

Sullivan called out, mistaking the returning footsteps for the housekeeper, “Prepare a bowl of chicken

of Sullivan’s suits and shirts that she had taken for dry cleaning the week

registered on her face as she

the room was spotless, a faint kiss

couch and go. And from now on, you don’t need to worry about these things!”

Is for Sullivan

care of these personal details pretending, if

even accommodating, to Cressida. Perhaps deep down, she knew that if Sullivan were to fancy anyone

most beautiful. Sullivan was no

sleeping in his bed. He pinched her cheek gently, gradually applying more pressure until she turned away with a grimace.

to the living room, eyeing the freshly laundered clothes. They were clean, but the solvent scent was off–putting. More importantly, he disliked strangers