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

through

figured she ought to reply to that!

to message him all the time, even when there was nothing important to say.

never

ever since the Quigley family business went under, Megan had stopped sending those kinds of messages. She also stopped curling up

while, but he

his car, his thoughts on Megan, on their

made

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

Quigley was in good spirits. Propped up in bed, he insisted, “Have some yourself, darling,

reddened at

a facility out 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

Sullivan had put on,

chill ran through

felt the extent of Sullivan’s possessiveness. It wasn’t about her but rather about the status of being Mrs. Lowry.

to worry Cora, Megan reassured her gently, “Don’t worry, Cora. Il handle it.”

her character was well known.