Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 33

Megan was caught off guard.

Due to some business with Victoria Leach, Bennett hadn’t exactly been Mr. Congeniality with her lately, and just the other night, he’d given her a hard time.

And now he was offering her a ride

Instinctively, Megen felt there was an ulterior motive. She took a step back, her tone distant. “Bennett, you said you’d stop giving me a

hard time.”

Benisett just looked at her, assessing. Finally, he let out a few words, almost carelessly, “I did say that.”

And with that, he drove off, his black Land Rover leaving twin trails of exhaust in its wake.

Megan thought the Bennett issue was settled.

But that evening, she saw him again on the 56th floor of Regal Bolt, sitting at a card table with Timothy and a few others, conspicuously without the usual entourage of starlets or models.

When Megan took the stage, Bennett glanced up.

seemingly inconsequential gesture didn’t escape Timothy’s notice.

casually laid down a winning pair with a flourish, “Bennett, you’re not exactly a regular here. What brings you by tonight? What

tone was indifferent, “Not

“Are you kidding? I wish you would come by every day and spread your

lips curved in a

if he’d come straight from home, in a crisp black shirt and slacks beneath a navy peacoat, his tall and lean form

gaze flicked back to Bennett.

his

inscrutable smile, Timothy said, “Sullivan’s here too! What’s this… coming to pick Megan up

the bait. He sat down across from Timothy pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, and casually placed it on the coffee table before

widened, “Sounds

conspiratorially. “But are you still in a position to ask Megan for favors? I heard through the grapevine from Lucia that you two are on the brink of divorce. Hasn’t Megan’s settlement proposal already

He lit a

and while Bennett’s face remained impassive sometimes a man’s intuition is particularly sharp, especially when the woman in question is his own wife. His

here because of Megan

the haze of pale smoke, Sullivan’s gaze

shoulders tantalizing. Her legs were a work of art–slender,

away and said, “Let’s play cards. Same stakes as usual?

hand?”