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

Sullivan was reminded that it had been ages since Megan had baked anything for him. Back when he used to work from his home office, Megan would always bring

truth, she was seeking his praise. But his responses were always so tepid, a single bite and no more! And Megan would look

Sullivan was jolted back to reality by Bianca’s impatient nudge,

face and said flatly, “You can go now”

was palpable, but Sullivan felt no obligation to

and slid into his car. Despite his body

was at the Lowry Hospital, walking down its hushed corridors.

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

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

few more words, Megan hung

was about to enter when he froze. Megan was crying, her face

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

up. She didn’t cry much anymore.

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

never really cared. He thought back to that night at the hotel, when he had pinned Megan down on the couch, disregarding her fierce resistance… Her crying now, was it