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

to 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

A beautiful sight!

setting down his suitcase and approaching her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chiseled face resting on her delicate shoulder and his voice unusually tender as he said, “That’s

off guard by his embrace. The

soft and light. The other hand set

the sycamore trees

the light was warm

seen each other for a week, and their reunion actually

ran them over in all kinds of ways. Only then did he stopped and whispered against her tender lips,

him, her expression a mix of

come over Sullivan.

were captured once more, this time not in a fleeting touch but in an urgent, possessive kiss. They stumbled over to

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stroke her waist, asking if she was