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.

“She’s got a high fever. I’ll give her something to bring it down. Also… Mrs. Lowry’s been running on empty.

had been buming the candle at

be

Megan was g

advised, “Best

the housekeeper to escort

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

and shirts that she had taken for dry cleaning the week before

her face as she saw Megan in bed.

the room was spotless, a faint kiss mark on Megan’s neck told

couch and go. And from now on,

Is for Sullivan

cheeks. She liked taking care of these personal details pretending, if only in

couldn’t help but wonder why she felt such animosity towards Megan yet was indifferent, even accommodating, to Cressida. Perhaps deep down, she knew that if Sullivan were to fancy anyone it would be Megan

for the most beautiful. Sullivan was

Bianca had gone, Sullivan glanced at the woman still sleeping in his bed. He pinched her cheek gently, gradually applying more pressure

eyeing the freshly laundered clothes. They were clean, but the solvent scent was off–putting. More importantly,