Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 61

Sullivan wrapped up his business at the office, and the clock was striking seven in the morning.

He tidied up quickly ready to leave the company

Bianca watched her boss, his sharp features defying the night’s toll. While she had reapplied her makeup several times to cover her sallow complexion, Sullivan appeared as crisp and vibrant as ever.

A few executives were still lingering in the conference room.

Seeking to appear close to Sullivan, Bianca sidled up to him and chirped in a chummy tone, “Mr. Lowry, are you heading out for breakfast or straight home? I’ve ordered your favorite, the egg custard tart.”

Egg custard tart…

Sullivan wasn’t fond of sweets. The only tart he’d ever praised was one Megan had made, but

ut Blanca was the handiwork of a chef from Grand Kirin Dessert House and had bought them several times.

Each time, Sullivan had discreetly passed them off to his driver.

She assumed it was

been ages since Megan had baked anything for him. Back when he used

was seeking his praise. But his responses were always so tepid, a

was jolted back to reality by

at Blanca’s hopeful face and said flatly, “You can go now”

palpable, but Sullivan felt no obligation to cushion

into his car. Despite his body crying out for rest, he

an hour, Sullivan was at the Lowry Hospital, walking down

Sullivan saw her on the phone, her voice a soft

Im doing alright! Yes, I’m out on a gig! The pay’s decent. Don’t worry.. Sullivan isn’t

a few more words, Megan

was crying, her face buried in the pillow, her usually elegant nose flushed

the doorway, Sullivan watched, a pang of something unfamiliar stiming within him. He remembered how Megan used to be

point, she’d grown up.

realized it must have started when the Quigley

cared. He thought back to that night at the hotel, when he had pinned Megan down on the couch, disregarding her