Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 113

As the autumn evening unfurled a tapestry of fiery hues across the sky, Megan made her way back to the Quigley Apartment.

Upon opening the front door, the warm and soothing voice of Sullivan greeted her.

“Back in my college days, if a pipe burst, I’d be the one fixing it.”

“And if my clothes get dirty, I’ll just change them in the morning. No need to fuss, Cora!”

What on earth was he doing here?

Megan closed the door behind her and quietly changed out of her shoes. Cora, hearing the familiar sound of Megan’s arrival, came out to meet her with a whispered update. “He’s been here for over an hour, even fixed the kitchen sink! Is he here to take you back home?” she asked.

Cora’s surprise was evident.

How could Sullivan, who was always so haughty, have ever handled such things? It seemed that when men decided to woo you, they’d go through any lengths.

Shrugging off her coat, Megan stated softly, “I’m staying home tonight.”

Cora breathed a sigh of relief, “Alright then, I’ll start dinner. We’ll talk it over at the table, and try not to ruffle

your father’s feathers. He won’t say it, but he’s really got his reservations about Sullivan.”

this well and nodded

accidentally locked eyes with her. He gazed at her quietly for a moment before speaking in a soft tone, “Cora

Megan felt slightly uncomfortable.

her of her own reckless

up by saying, “It’s quite windy outside. Got some dust in

Sullivan didn’t press further.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Cora looked at Megan and suggested tentatively, “How about you go back with Sullivan tonight? The neighbors will have their dance parties out till the wee hours. You’re not used to that

Megan remained silent.

chimed in, “Cora, a little bustle is quite refreshing! I’ll

her eyes on

skin was impenetrable. How could Megan possibly

light conversation, Sullivan followed Megan back to

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bedroom about forty square meters, complete with

ensuite bathroom.

soon as they entered the bedroom, he began to undress, slipping out of his shirt and trousers until he was left in nothing but a pair of sleek black boxer briefs

to

his car keys to her. “There’s a change of clothes in the trunk of my car. Would you mind