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 novelty

moment, Sullivan was filled with a sense of conquest, having maneuvered her back into his world. Any man would swell with

soft but firm. “Sullivan,

for

pressed her against the side of

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

bathed Megan’s face

close, his voice barely above a whisper. “So, Mrs.

playing at this time? A charade of affection in public and cold indifference

it. “You wanted me back, Sullivan. I’m here.

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

anything

reunion, and the bottle of red wine was

One whispered, “Men like a compliant woman.

pouring herself half a glass, and sipped

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

staff member didn’t dare to speak further.

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

now she was back. Whether for five years or ten, as long as Sullivan didn’t release her, she would never be

Megan 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

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