Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 85

Sullivan tilted his head back slightly, exsaling a stream of grey smoke. His gaze landed on Timothy with a hint of imitation. “Do I look like a clown to you?”

Timothy, cought off guard by the remark, was about to ask about Megan when Victoria sauntered over with a glass of red wine in hand She had dressed to kill that evening. Her outfit was a classy dress that embraced her femininity, and with every move, she exuded a deliberate cham.

She slid into the seat next to Sullivan, her tone familiar and light–hearted as she teased, “Why didn’t you bring Megan along, Sullivan? Ever since you two got married, she’s hardly been seen at these shindigs. What’s the matter… as big shot entrepreneur, do you think you’re too good for us, or is it your wife you’re looking down on?”

Her words were a blend of flirtation and probing. Moreover, as she spoke, she leaned close enough that her soft, pale skin brushed against Sullivan’s crisp white shirt in a barely there caress. Victoria was convinced no man could resist that

Timothy couldn’t bear to watch. He pretended not to hear and took a swig of his scotch.

Sullivan put his phone down and turned to look at Victoria, along with her rather provocative dress.

Could any man really be oblivious to a woman’s flirty hints?

Sullivan looked away and chuckled, “She’s not cut out for this scene.”

into her approach, was irked

then Sullivan shifted gears,

call her over. I came in such a rush I didn’t bring a present 111 have my wife

words “present” and “wife” almost made Timothy

of Bennett, instantly understanding why Sullivan had spoken that way–it

enough, Bennett looked sour

number, speaking with tender affection, hoping she would join Victorias birthday

of acquaintance and was certain Megan wouldn’t be magnanimous enough to buy her a gift.

was wrong

knitted embroidered top paired with a black beaded

had told me earlier about your birthday. I wouldn’t have had to scramble. Even though I’m

carefully chosen to save Sullivan’s face, not

curved into a smile, “Megan, you shouldn’t have! This must have set you back a

met Sullivan’s. Her gaze was tender, followed by a warm