Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Megan slipped into her morning robe and stepped onto the balcony for a look

The car hadn’t left, and Sullivan hadn’t gotten in. He stood beside the sleek black sedan, taking a drag of his cigarette

It was a crisp October moming

He was dressed in black from head to toe, with a matching light trench coat thrown over his shoulders. The early morning sun kissed his profile, and the gentle breeze tousled his neatly trimmed hair he stood out with an effortless charm.

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Sensing Megan’s gaze. Sullivan glanced up and locked eyes with her

Neither looked away

Sullivan even squinted slightly, as if trying to see her more clearly. He could see his wife standing in the soft light, bathed in the glow, almost seductive.

Sullivan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he took a deep puff of his cigarette. His cheeks sunk with the effort, exuding a rugged masculinity. Then he let out a soft chuckle.

It sounded almost like mockery!

Just then, Blanca emerged from the foyer, luggage in tow. The driver loaded it into the trunk, and Megan realized Sullivan was off on a business trip. The ring of her cell phone pulled her back to the bedroom.

returned to see who it was.

who spoke with a polite yet distant

that Bianca wouldn’t dare boss her around. It was

on the couch from the night before. As she

night; the couch

inspection, there was a

take care of it later. It was better not to let the housekeepers see such things; they could become

the time she reached the parked car, Sullivan was already

the back seat was rolled down, though.

of medicine and gently reminded him to take a pill twice a

Sullivan listened absentmindedly.

obviously trying to rile her up, but Megan didn’t bite. She replied with good humor. “Take care of yourself while you’re away! Blanca, please look after

window rose

in front of the driver and his secretary; likely he was still angry. Megan couldn’t fathom what had set him off this time. Maybe he was just experiencing an early midlife

Megan had a

diligently, caring for her husband, reminding him to take his medicine and to be wary of the autumn chill. She was the epitome of a traditional wife, and Sullivan’s business partners often heard about

the call, his eyes cold

illness? She must be thinking ill of

day of Sullivan’s

and was answered by a young woman, “Mr. Lowry is in the shower and might not be

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