Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 105

Sullivan had never fallen in love, but that didn’t mean he was a stranger to the art of affection.

The car was silent.

Sullivan mused to himself that if showing a bit of emotion could win back Megan’s favor, he wouldn’t mind playing the part of a truly devoted husband.

It was a weekend evening.

The black car pulled up to the villa, and the driver stepped out to fetch Sullivan’s suitcase and inquired with respect, “Mr. Lowry, would you like me to carry your luggage for you?”

Dressed in sleek black–a sharp suit was a man’s charm–Sullivan stood out against the twilight, so dashing that even the seasoned house staff couldn’t help but steal another glance.

Sullivan casually asked, “Where’s Megan?”

Before anyone could answer, the soft strains of a violin floated down from the third floor.

The melody was gentle, made even lovelier by the encroaching dusk.

The servants couldn’t resist singing Megan’s praises, “Mrs. Lowry’s violin is a real treat to the ears! Would you care to listen, sir?”

e in his

grace his lips. He carried his suitcase upstairs, pushed open the door to the study, and there he saw Megan. She was wearing an ash–grey dress that cinched at the waist,

A beautiful sight!

around her from behind, his chiseled

his embrace. The violin nearly slipped from

herself, Sullivan’s hand gently caressed her waist, his touch soft and light. The other hand set the violin aside as he guided her towards the floor–to–ceiling window,

was October, and the sycamore trees outside

the light was

each other for a week, and

ways. Only then did he stopped and whispered against her tender lips, “Mrs. Lowry, you seem to have been doing quite well

a mix of confusion and surprise. She

come over Sullivan.

not in a fleeting touch but in an urgent, possessive kiss. They stumbled over to

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to stroke her waist, asking if she was okay