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!”

knew it was the novelty of the moment for

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

firm.

for

Sullivan pressed her against the side of the

took his leave, and they were left alone in the vast courtyard. Bodies close, the thin fabric between them barely

glow bathed Megan’s face in a

her head. He leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. “So, Mrs. Lowry, what kind

are we playing at this time? A charade of

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

a scoff. “What do I want? You know exactly what

homecoming was anything

was tense, not the anticipated warm reunion, and the bottle of red wine was left untouched

worried for Megan. One whispered, “Men like a compliant woman. You might find

the wine, pouring herself half a glass,

a faint smile. “Being compliant didn’t make

staff member didn’t dare to speak

ascended the stairs to the master bedroom,

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

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

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

in a crisp white robe by the bed, flipping through a magazine under a single reading lamp–a clear