Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 92

Early in the morning, in the master bedroom’s walk in closet

Megan was ironing Sullivan’s shirt and had picked out a suitable tie, knowing today was the big shareholder’s meeting at the Lowry Group. To make a statement, she even added a tie clip for a touch of sophistication.

Suddenly, she felt arms wrap around her slender frame.

Megan was a bit surprised, considering the spat they’d had the night before. She thought he’d give her the cold shoulder for at least a few days.

But Sullivan didn’t bring up the issue with the movie tickets.

Holding his wife’s delicate waist with one hand and examining the tie clip with the other, Sullivan said with a warm tone. “The house just doesn’t run the same without you, Megan.”

Megan responded with a light smile, “Well, I’m back now, aren’t I?”

No sooner had she spoken than Sullivan spun her around.

He pressed her against the glass of the display cabinet, lifting her slightly so she was half–seated on his left thigh… Her robe fell open as her husband began to caress her.

Sullivan was like a wild animal that moming. But he wasn’t truly looking to make love; he lazily claimed her as he asked without much interest. “You’re back, but is your heart back too?”

Megan couldn’t fathom his odd mood.

a marriage of convenience, what did love have to

around his neck and played along. “Sullivan, if you want to go further,

and went to freshen up in the bathroom, his voice carrying back to her, “Since when did you start doing Bianca’s

smiled softly, “I thought you’d like

staring at his reflection when he heard Megan’s words,

crossing his face.

was

Sullivan left, Megan returned upstairs to play

for a while.

her to discuss the details

be the secondary performer, with a guarantee of no less than

“Paxton is staking his reputation

and looked over the contract again and

“Paxton used to beg you

without looking up, her voice soft, “Just cleared

business. When he’s back in Borough

support of course, she wouldn’t turn it down.

grace, opening the car door for her gentlemanly. They exchanged goodbyes with a smile. Their farewell was captured in a

“Mrs. Lowry, shall we