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

had baked anything for him. Back when he used to work from his home office, Megan would always bring him her

so tepid, a single bite and no more!

back to

Blanca’s hopeful face and said

Sullivan felt no obligation

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

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

room was ajar, and through the gap, Sullivan saw her on the phone, her

on a gig! The pay’s decent. Don’t

more words, Megan hung

he froze. Megan was crying, her face buried

within him. He remembered how Megan used to be so expressive, crying in secret when she was upset, much

point, she’d grown up. She didn’t cry

started when the Quigley family fell apart, and

when he had pinned Megan down on the couch, disregarding her fierce resistance… Her crying