Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 32

Megan climbed the stairs to find that Com wasn’t at home. A quick call confirmed that Corn hadn’t called Sullivan’s place either

Megan hung up, suspecting that the housekeeper at the mansion had fibbed to cover for her

She didn’t give it another thought

Tonight was a rare night off from work, so she took a shower and went to bed early.

In her sleep, she dreamed of her early married days with Sullivan, where he was as cold as ice, his words always laced with impatience.

She woke up to the buzz of her phone.

A message from Sullivan, brief and to the point: [Don’t forget to visit Grandma tomorrow. I’ll meet you at Regal Bolt after work.

How could Megan forget?

Thinking of Cressida’s fireworks show, she accepted the transfer of $20,000 and donated it to the local animal shelter.

At 1 a.m., Sullivan’s car was parked by the curb

leaned back in his seat, scrolling through his phone. Megan had accepted the

figured she ought to reply to

him all the time, even when

trivialities, Sullivan never

stopped sending those kinds of messages. She also stopped curling up beside him in bed, like a puppy at his neck, asking

but he had never

sat alone in his car, his

made

feigned imitation at the needless expense. “We haven’t finished what we bought a

up in bed, he insisted,

reddened at his

of town for training. They say it’ll be a while before he returns! Megan, tell me honestly, is this Sullivan’s doing? Is there something between you and Dr.

Sullivan had put on, she realized this was another

chill ran through her.

of Sullivan’s possessiveness. It wasn’t about her but rather about

Cora, Megan reassured her gently, “Don’t worry, Cora.

up under Cora’s care, her character was well known. Cora didn’t press further.