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?”

“Tell her you want a divorce so you can’t visit?

bothered with an explanation. She stood to leave, to change

captured her slender wrist.

His expression was mocking. “How about a quid

couldn’t break

lock,

to her account.

couldn’t resist a dig. “You don’t make more than two grand

do you drop on Cressida’s firework shows? At least a

supposed

looked down and asked again, a soft edge to his voice, “Megan,

embarrassed, Megan snapped, “Nothing! Just let

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 chest. Through the

his aftershave lingered, tantalizingly

provocation. “So tell me, what would

seemed like a question, but Sullivan didn’t seem to want an answer because, in the next instant, his