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?”

Sullivan

lazily wondered if he

got an appointment, and I really mustn’t be late!” Sullivan’s grip on her

Megan’s phone pinged with a message from Paxton’s assistant, Luke, sending her the location of their meeting

didn’t check her phone.

stretched his neck, his voice carrying a leisurely tone, “Not going to check your phone?

Sullivan? If you wish, I could let you screen every message I receive

caressed Megan’s slender shoulder and said. “Just kidding, don’t take it

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

car, she finally breathed a sigh

and was deeply suspicious. Every encounter with him since her retum was far from relaxing.

at her and asked

“The Joyful Junction Café at

gas, his voice cheerful, “Their desserts are quite famous! My wife

offered a

later, they arrived at Sea Fishermen’s

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

I’ve safely delivered Mrs. Lowry