Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 48

Sullivan’s gaze was tender, his voice slightly hoarse as he complimented. “That dress looks stunning on you”

It was perhaps the warmest moment they’d shared in their t

three years of marriage.

Megan felt a wave of emotion, but all she did was offer a slight smile and say. “Thanks.”

They ascended the staircase, one after the other

The aging infrastructure had Sullivan frowning, but thankfully, the broken hallway light had been fixed.

Behind them, a silver car lingered in the night.

Bianca sat inside, quietly watching the direction they disappeared to. She was dressed in a white gown, bold and beautiful, that was meant for the gala. She had followed them from the Lambert Mansion.

She saw Sullivan guide Megan out, his expression softer than she’d ever witnessed before, his possessive gestures unmistakable as his palm seemed to never leave Megan’s slender waist.

She had always thought Sullivan was indifferent towards Megan. She had also believed that Megan, in an unloving marriage, had been tormented for three years, scarred all over. Yet, at the gala, Megan was the center of attention! Her violin performance was breathtakingly beautiful!

That’s why Sullivan couldn’t help but steal a kiss from her in the car earlier.

the steering wheel, her face the picture of dejection.

accept this!

picked a photo of Sullivan and Megan dancing, and sent it to Cressida through a private Twitter account. She was certain, upon seeing such an intimate photo, Cressida wouldn’t

chuckled to

if she couldn’t

residence was

to avoid the door frame

he couldn’t quite stretch out and looked somewhat cramped sitting on the only armchair. Megan seemned more at ease. She headed to their bedroom to change out of her dress

to the

leaned back on the sofa with

the past, after work, Megan would cook for

in bed, he hadn’t paid much attention to her features. He knew only that her skin was pale, her waist slim, her legs long and

their physical intimacy, even without love,

He watched quietly.

thin veil of smoke, encircling him in

prepared two bowls of pasta

chicken, a handful of pasta, topped with a plump poached egg and a couple of bright green veggies, and finally, a few drops of oil

aroma alone was

his cigarette and moved to the small dining table to eat. As a man from a wealthy family, he wasn’t used to such a modest

at Megan, who was eating gracefully across from him, and said softly, “How did you pick up these