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 beef

was clear, but Sullivan understood the subtext. Megan had been buming the candle

used to be

Megan was g

advised, “Best she stays

nodded and motioned for the housekeeper

doctor left, Sullivan called out, mistaking the returning footsteps for the housekeeper, “Prepare a bowl of chicken soup, let it cool, and bring it

that she

face as she saw

Even if the room was

on the couch and

Is for Sullivan

dropped, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. She liked taking care of these personal details pretending, if only in her mind, that she

why she felt such animosity towards Megan yet was indifferent, even accommodating, to Cressida. Perhaps deep down, she knew that if Sullivan

most

pinched her cheek gently, gradually applying more

They were clean, but the solvent scent was off–putting. More importantly, he