Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 70

Sullivan’s brow knotted slightly as he twirled his pen between his fingers. His mind wandered back to Cressida’s dining habits and the sounds she made. He could tolerate it, but he wondered if Paxton would mind.

Indeed, Bianca was a seasoned pre in the corpomte world

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With just a lift of an eyebrow Sullivan conveyed his thoughts, and Blanca, ever so attentive, reassured him, “Don’t you worry, Mr. Lowry I remind Ms. Baldwin about her table manners in the car. Paxton comes from an old–money family, these things matter to him.”

Sullivan didn’t respond, but Bianca was certain she was right. She sneered inwardly at Cressida, thinking, “Eating like a pig and dreaming of marrying Mr. Lowry? Dream on!”

Cressida, however, seemed oblivious to these judgments. She had dressed with care, donning a white frock with layers of lace, romantic and beautiful, making her face appear as delicate as a blossom

Bianca, pushing Cressida’s wheelchair downstairs, looked down at her with disdain. “Country bumpkin!” she thought. “Short and dowdy in that outfit!”

with Sulliv

Blanca sat shotgun, meaning she had the privilege of sitting

the courage to ask, “Mr. Lowry, what do

from the front

a polite glance and said nonchalantly, “It’s

grew more confident. Her mother always said that men loved women in white, that it

the drunk card and stay over. She believed no man could resist that. Once she had

all, he didn’t

barely

carry her out, as he

lift her. She refused to get out until Blanca, with a cool tone, admonished, “Ms. Baldwin, Mr. Lowry’s time

Sullivan had

words grew harsher, “Ms. Baldwin, you’ve been through a marriage, suffered abuse that left you disabled. Mr. Lowry is just helping you out of pity, to get treatment and fulfill your dreams. As

Mrs. Lowry last

be?