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

sense of conquest, having maneuvered her back into his world. Any man would

looked down, her voice soft but firm.

need for

against the side of the car.

left alone in the vast courtyard.

twilights glow bathed Megan’s face

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

time? A charade of affection in public

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

After a moment, he released her with a scoff. “What do I want? You know exactly what I want, Mrs. Lowry”

was anything but

warm reunion, and the bottle of red wine was left untouched by

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

the wine, pouring herself half a glass, and

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

member didn’t dare to speak further.

ascended the stairs to the master bedroom, taking

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

that Sullivan wouldn’t let the

for half an hour, Megan felt limp and relaxed. She blow–dried her hair and tied her

bedroom. He had showered in the quest room and now lounged in a crisp white robe by the bed, flipping through a magazine under