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.

assumed it was

for him. Back when he used to work from his home office, Megan would always bring him her latest creations to try, her

his praise. But his responses were always so tepid, a single bite and no more!

jolted back to reality by Bianca’s

face and said flatly, “You can go now”

but Sullivan felt no obligation

slid into his car. Despite his body crying out for rest, he found himself driving toward

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

room was ajar, and through the gap, 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 giving me a hard time!”

more words,

enter when he froze. Megan was crying, her face buried in the pillow, her

stiming within him. He remembered how Megan used to be so expressive, crying in secret

she’d grown up. She didn’t cry much

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

night at the hotel, when he had pinned Megan down on the couch, disregarding her fierce