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!”

was clear, Megan knew it was the novelty of

having maneuvered her back into his world. Any man would swell with pride, and

soft but firm. “Sullivan, there’s no need for this.”

for what?”

her against the side of the

his leave, and they were left alone in the vast courtyard. Bodies close, the thin

Megan’s face in a

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

time? A charade of affection

“You wanted me back, Sullivan. I’m here. What more do

on her. After a moment, he released her with a scoff. “What do I want? You know

was anything but pleasant.

tense, not the anticipated warm reunion, and the bottle

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

She uncorked the wine, pouring herself half a

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

didn’t dare to speak further.

a modest drink, Megan ascended the stairs to the master bedroom, taking in the familiar

or ten, as long as Sullivan didn’t release her, she

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

relaxed. She blow–dried her hair

already in the bedroom. He had showered in the quest room and now lounged in a crisp white robe by the