Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 40

Sullivan’s lips curved into a smirk, signaling the caddy to tee up before he leaned into his stance and swung. He watched where the ball Landed.

As he strolled toward the spot, he drawled, “Since when did you get to know me so well? Yeah, you gotta keep a tight leash on the missus, dont want her catching other fellows‘ eyes. Right, Bennett?”

Bennett’s expression soured. After a moment, a cold sneer played on his lips. But sometimes, no matter how tight you hold on, it doesn’t make a difference, does it? There’s a saying. Love is like sand in the hand–hold too tightly, and it slips through your fingers.” Under the setting sun, the fairway was a stretch of lush green.

Clad in a crisp white polo and slacks, Sullivan exuded casual elegance as he focused on his next shot.

Two strokes and the ball was in the hole.

Sullivan lost interest in playing further. Handing his clubs to the caddy and taking a towel to wipe his hands, he flashed Bennett a grin. “Bennett, since we were kids, I’ve never failed to get what I want. Besides, you know my temper,”

He didn’t want to fall out with Bennett over Megan. Though she was his wife, Megan hadn’t reached the level of importance in his heart that warranted a full confrontation. A gentle warning should suffice.

With that Sullivan took his leave.

expression indifferent. He didn’t

himself yearning for Sullivan to let her go, to get a divorce. Perhaps then he might have a

Bianca to botch things up-

Wednesday afternoon, Bianca had gone to help out at Mrs. Lambert’s estate, but she was sent packing in

a titan in the

saying. “Even when you strike a dog, you must consider its owner, which just showed how irate Mrs. Lambert must have

berated her but also sent a message for

at Sullivan’s expression, whispered, “Mr. Lowry, I think this deal might be dead in the water Mr. Lambert must have someone else in

folder. “What exactly did Mrs.

“Mr. Lowry, I really did my best! But Mrs. Lambert insisted on having Megan over, especially for

a secret desire- Hoping against hope that she’d be

the spot. “Tomorrow’s dinner

but belittle Megan. “But Megan doesn’t understand a thing about the

subordinate, his tone indifferent. “But Megan understands Mrs. Lambert.

of spite, she persistently declined his calls. Sullivan