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

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

praise. But his responses were always so tepid, a

in thought, Sullivan was jolted back to reality

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

palpable, but Sullivan felt no obligation to cushion

the underground parking lot and slid into his car. Despite his body crying out for rest, he

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

was ajar, and through the gap, Sullivan saw her on the phone, her voice a soft murmur

I’m out on a gig! The pay’s decent. Don’t worry.. Sullivan isn’t giving me a

words,

was crying, her face buried

within him. He remembered how Megan used to be so expressive,

some point, she’d grown up. She

it, Sullivan realized it must have started when the Quigley family fell apart, and

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