Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 78

Megan found herself wrapped in Sullivan’s embrace once again. His closeness always caught her off–guard, and with a slight turn of her hoad, she muttered, “Yes, Lawyer Alton just left.”

She wanted to get back to packing but Sullivan was crowding her space.

He held her waist and leisurely caressed her body. It wasn’t out of desire, but more like he was just passing time.

Having been his wife for years, Megan knew all about his shortcomings. She didn’t struggle; she let him touch her.

After a while, Sullivan finally ceased his wandering hands and asked, “What did you talk about?”

Megan replied indifferently, “Shares and the lawsuit.”

Sullivan waited for her to mention Bennett and his obvious interest in her, but she didn’t. His gaze deepened as he stared at her for a long moment.

He didn’t expose her silence. Instead, Sullivan changed the subject, “Oh, by the way! I had Blanca look for an apartment. It’s in a great area, very suitable for your dad and Cora to live in. Well go check it out tomorrow… okay?”

His thoughtfulness didn’t move Megan.

She knew him too well. He may have given up 2% of the Lowry Group’s shares, spent two hundred million on Alton for the lawsuit, but he expected value for his money. He wanted her to play the loving wife, to bolster his good image.

Megan’s expression remained neutral, and she agreed.

Sullivan wasn’t pleased with her coldness. He pinched her chin, captured her lips in a kiss, and when she finally let out a soft moan, he wrapped his arm around her neck and whispered like a lover, “Mrs. Lowry, I expect you home tomorrow night”

knew what he

night, he

hospital, Sullivan had an important meeting to attend.

Bianca to pick

white Versace suit laid

Mrs. Lowry, her closet was full of them..

role of Mrs. Lowry again, she had to wear these lavish clothes.

delicate fingers, her face a mask of brief confusion, but she didn’t dwell on

entered with a clipboard in hand. Without Sullivan, she was blunt

turned to face her. Her gaze fell on Blanca, and then she spoke with a calm authority, “Blanca, from now on, please address me as Mrs. Lowry.”

She

Megan’s

her, Megan held no status in

the same

a

hidden herself away, behind a mask named

of line and switched to a formal tone, “Mrs. Lowry, the apartment should be all set up. I’ll take you there now! Mrs. Quigley should be there

a faint smile.

to Sullivan’s arrangements, the

square meter apartment was indeed spacious