Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 83

Megan hastily replied, “You’re too modest, Paxton”

It wasn’t flattery, Paxton was a respected figure in the academic community, with an international reputation that elevated him above his

peers.

Paxton had always taken a liking to Megan. With a chuckle at Luke, he said. “I do enjoy Megan’s sweet talk.”

As Luke poured him a cup of tea, he playfully agreed, “You should kick back and enjoy the chat today! No need to be co formal. Remember when you met with Ms. Baldwin… Cressida, right? You were all knotted up. It must have taken a Herculean effort to hide your distaste”

Paxton gave him a playful slap on the back of the hand. “Why bring that up?”

Luke feigned an epiphany. He repeatedly apologized to Megan, “My bad, I didn’t consider your feelings! I owe you an apology. Megan.”

Megan wasn’t bom yesterday! The two were clearly trying to prod the subject of Cressida, quessing that Sullivan had introduced her to Paxton. Paxton wasn’t impressed with her, but he was certainly interested in Sullivan’s deep pockets.

She smiled faintly and said, 1 understand where you’re coming from, Paxton.”

Once she opened up, Paxton began his tirade. Taking a sip of his coffee, he didn’t mince words, “That girl’s violin playing was just atrocious! I heard she played for Sullivan every day when he was comatose. Are you sure it wasn’t her racket that woke him up?”

Megan looked down, stiming her coffee gently, the memories came flooding back.

terrified. She visited Sullivan daily, even had the nurses

that it would be Cressida

promising student, and I’d like you to learn by my side. But because of funding, I too have to bow to the almighty

whispered consolingly, “I get it.”

to care

made her a

later, they had settled many matters,

drive her home, bidding Paxton farewell before leaving the Café.

the hotel atrium, she ran into

It was Begonia,

paces away and carefully said,

gaze was profound.

རུབ

longer called him by his first name but Dr. Begonia, a deliberate distance between them. He looked at her, clad in designer attire, yet without a hint

She was unhappy.

spoke

response, “Not too bad.

keep her composure, she quickly bid him farewell, claiming her driver was

each other, a hint of moisture glistened in Megan’s eyes. It wasn’t Begonia’s warmth she couldn’t let go of, it was