Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 29

Megan might have been at her wit’s end with Sullivan and might want to divorce him, but she wasn’t one to play fast and loose with her own well–being. Especially not when her stomach was growling louder than a dog in a thunderstorm.

The fish soup was both fragrant and tender, and after gulping down a bowlful, Megan felt a comforting warmth spread through her.

By the floor–to–ceiling windows, Sullivan leaned casually against the wall.

Twilight seeped through the panes, casting his chiseled profile in a soft light, accentuating his strong features. With his neat hair and tailored clothes, he looked every inch the man who knew his worth.

He’d lit a cigarette but hadn’t taken a drag, just let the smoke waft away into the evening breeze outside the window

The bedroom air was tinged with the faintest hint of nicotine that melded seamlessly with Sullivan’s own scent.

Once Megan had finished the soup, Sullivan stubbed out his cigarette and turned to her. “Grandma called. She wants us to drop by. What do you say?”

Grandma Heloise had always been good to Megan.

Megan couldn’t bear to break the old lady’s heart, yet the truth about their marriage was bound to come out sooner or later.

She weighed her words carefully, “Sullivan, maybe you can explain things to her?”

“Explain what?”

gaze was intense. “Tell her you want a divorce so you can’t visit? What’s the

with an explanation. She stood to leave, to change and get out, but Sullivan wasn’t having

captured her slender

delicate, easily encircled by his fingers. His expression was mocking. “How about a quid pro quo,

break free.

used her hand to bypass the lock, and removed himself from the blacklist. Then,

to her account.

he couldn’t resist a dig. “You don’t make more than two grand for a night’s

drop on Cressida’s firework shows? At least a cool

that supposed to mean?”

the dimming light, Sullivan looked down and asked again, a soft edge to his voice, “Megan, what’s that supposed to

snapped, “Nothing! Just

he only held on tighter. His eyes never left her, searing with an intensity that could make a woman’s legs turn to jelly. After a tense moment, he pulled her in closer, almost forcing her against his

aftershave lingered, tantalizingly close to her

provocation. “So tell me, what would be interesting

seem to want an answer because, in the next instant, his hands were deftly unbuckling his belt