Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 82

Sullivan retumad to the villa, his arrival catching the mold by surprise.

Is Megan home?” As Sullivan made his way upstairs, he casually asked.

The maid hastened to reply, “Mrs. Lowry is still home, sir, though she did instruct the chauffeur that she’ll be heading out shortly”

Sullivan paused mid–stride but said nothing further. Upon reaching the second floor, he pushed open the door to the master bedroom. and found Megan fully dressed, clearly ready to go out.

She was wearing a silk blouse paired with a mermaid skirt.

There was a certain austere beauty about her.

Sullivan couldn’t help but take her in for a few seconds before he dropped his suit jacket onto the couch and sat down, fixing her with a steady gaze. “Back home and off again so soon? Cancel your plans and have dinner with me.”

Megan had made plans with Paxton. There was no way she could cancel

But she didn’t want to upset Sullivan either, so she spoke gently, “I didn’t know you’d be home early, Sullivan. If you’d like to have dinner together, just let me know in advance so I can prepare.”

Sullivan was in a foul mood. He reached out and pulled Megan into his embrace.

He nuzzled her with his prominent nose, the intimacy of their bodies pressing together was overt but his words carried a hint of mockery, “Since when do I need to make a reservation to dine with my own wife?”

could read the room; Sullivan was not in good spirits.

he had argued with Cressida

her voice soft, “Sullivan, I’ve got an appointment, and I really mustn’t be late!” Sullivan’s grip on her slender waist tightened as he kneaded

phone pinged with a message from Paxton’s assistant, Luke, sending her

didn’t check

carrying a leisurely tone, “Not going to check your phone? Afraid I

a light tone, “Would you like to go through it, Sullivan? If you wish, I could let you screen every

Megan’s slender shoulder and said. “Just kidding, don’t take it to heart. You should

smile faded. He bowed his head slightly, the light casting shadows across his sharply defined features,

car, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

had a temper and was deeply suspicious. Every encounter with him since her retum was far from

glanced at her and asked lightly. “Where

Luke’s message and replied softly. “The Joyful Junction Café at the Sea Fishermen’s

eased onto the gas, his voice cheerful, “Their desserts are quite famous! My wife and kids love

offered a small smile.

they arrived at Sea Fishermen’s

the car underground. His phone rang from the glove compartment–it was a call

delivered Mrs.