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

the study, and there he saw Megan. She was wearing an ash–grey dress that cinched at the waist, her hair cascading

A beautiful sight!

approaching her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chiseled face resting on her delicate shoulder and his voice unusually tender as

embrace. The violin nearly

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 were a

was warm

hadn’t seen each other for a week, and

then did he stopped and whispered against her

a mix of confusion and surprise. She

come over Sullivan.

speak, her lips were captured once more, this time not in a fleeting touch but in an urgent, possessive kiss. They

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to stroke her waist, asking if she