Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 35

The Lowry Mansion was ablaze with light.

Servants bustled about bringing dishes of rich, hearty food to the table, which soon groaned under the weight of a lavish feast

Heloise took personal charge of overseeing the dining. She was particularly concerned about her grandson’s well being that night and had instructed the kitchen to prepare a special soup for him–a sumptuous turtle soup believed to bolster one’s vitality. Then, she arranged a dish that was reputed to nourish and hydrate a woman’s body, placing it with solicitous care by Megan’s side

With a beaming smile, Heloise declared. The got a good feeling about tonight! You’re bound to conceive”

Even though Megan had been married for three years, such intimate talk still made her blush, especially with several servants standing around in the hall

Sullivan caught her eye. His face was cool and composed as he cajoled his grandmother, “Well then, I guess I’ll have to put in some extra effort tonight to ensure you get to hold your great–grandchild soon.”

Heloise’s smile widened, as if she could already see a chubby, rosy–cheeked great–grandchild waving at her. She ladled another bowl of turtle soup for her grandson. “This has been simmering for hours; drink it while it’s hot. It’ll give a man strength.”

Sullivan didn’t flinch.

Me

quite the actor and adept at placating people.

three years of mamage, every time they were intimate, he would remind her to take her contraception. He clearly didn’t want children, yet in front of his grandmother, he played the

on him, Sullivan looked back at Megan, then wiped his lips with a napkin, “Grandma, it’s getting late. Megan and I are going to head upstairs to bed!”

“Go

under her breath about Sullivan’s mother’s lack of concem for the Lowry family legacy. It was outrageous that she would retire to bed early, knowing full

caught Megans slender wrist and led

Megan pulled away, her voice flat. The act is over. You can let go

tightened his grip, trapping her in his

face

his aristocratic nose inadvertently brushing against hers as he spoke in a low, husky voice, “We’ve had the tonic why not make it count? It’s been a while since we’ve been together as

showed his true colors. His claim of his grandmother wanting to see her might have been just a ruse. In reality, he probably wanted to lure her back for a

guided her hand towards himself.

body betrayed her, craving the sweetness