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.

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

but Sullivan understood the subtext. Megan had been buming the candle

used to be so pampered.

Megan was g

an injection, and Dr. Katherine advised, “Best

and motioned for the housekeeper to escort the

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

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

her face as she

if the room was

on the couch and go. And from now on, you don’t

Is for Sullivan

She liked taking care of these personal details pretending, if only in her mind, that

such animosity towards Megan yet was indifferent, even accommodating, to Cressida.

for the most beautiful. Sullivan

in his bed. He pinched her cheek gently, gradually applying more pressure until she

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