Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 79

Megan stood by the floor–to–ceiling windows, peering out in silence.

She watched as Cora descended the steps, collapsing in tears on the curb. She had never seen Cora like this, not even on the day the Quigley family fortune crumbled, when Cora had managed to keep her composure.

Behind her, Blanca couldn’t help but murmur softly, “Mrs. Lowry, do you have regrets?”

Megan lowered her gaze. After a moment, she offered a faint smile. “Regrets? I don’t do regrets.”

How could she have regrets when there had been no choice?

Megan had stayed home for half a day. When she left in the afternoon, she carried only a small suitcase.

As dusk fell, the sky was a canvas of colors, the sunset paintin

painting a spectacle of beauty.

A luxurious black limousine glided through the wrought–iron gates, circling to a stop on the villa’s driveway.

Sullivan stepped out from the shadows to o

open Megan’s door.

He called her Mrs. Lowry. His handsome face broke into a charming, easy smile. “Lila’s whipped up a crab casserole. Looks delicious. Perfect to pair with a bottle of red wine later!”

Megan knew it was the

with a sense of conquest, having maneuvered her back into his world. Any man would swell with pride, and Megan was certain that crab casserole wasn’t the only thing he was eager to indulge

but firm. “Sullivan, there’s no

need for

her against the side

promptly took his leave, and they were left alone in the vast

glow bathed Megan’s face

of her head. He leaned in close, his voice barely above

charade of affection in

unable to bear it. “You wanted me back, Sullivan. I’m here. What more do you want?”

lingered on her. After a moment, he released her with a scoff. “What do I

was anything but pleasant.

anticipated warm reunion, and the bottle of

retreated to his study to work, leaving the household staff worried for Megan. One whispered, “Men like a compliant woman. You might find life easier if

She uncorked the wine, pouring herself

a moment, she let out a faint smile. “Being compliant didn’t make life any easier before.”

didn’t dare

modest drink, Megan ascended the stairs to the master bedroom,

she was back. Whether for five years or ten, as long as Sullivan didn’t release her, she would

didn’t wallow in sentimentality for long. She slipped into a bathrobe, preparing for a bath, aware that Sullivan wouldn’t let the night pass easily. She hoped a

hour, Megan felt limp and relaxed. She blow–dried her hair and

already in the bedroom. He had showered in the quest room and now lounged in a crisp white robe by the bed, flipping through a magazine under a single reading lamp–a clear signal of his intentions