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.

Megan was only 20 and terrified. She visited Sullivan daily, even

imagined that it would be Cressida who

from jest to seriousness. Looking at Megan, he said earnestly. “Megan, you’re the most promising student, and I’d like you to learn by my side. But

understood his predicament. She whispered consolingly, “I

care so much about him, but now, it doesn’t really matter

her a series of

later, they had settled

offer to drive her home,

through the hotel atrium, she ran into

It was Begonia,

stopped two paces away and carefully said, “Dr. Begonia!”

was

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hadn’t expected to run into Megan here. She no longer called him by his first name but Dr. Begonia, a deliberate distance between them. He looked at her, clad in designer attire,

She was unhappy.

a pang of sympathy, not wanting to trouble her. He spoke with a detached politeness,

hummed a response,

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

moisture glistened in Megan’s eyes. It wasn’t Begonia’s warmth she couldn’t let go of,