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.”

knew this well and nodded in

He gazed at her quietly for a moment before speaking in a soft tone, “Cora mentioned you went to an art exhibit. Did you catch an

Megan felt slightly uncomfortable.

reminded her of her own reckless abandon in the

by saying, “It’s quite windy outside.

Sullivan didn’t press further.

looked at Megan and suggested tentatively, “How about you go back with Sullivan tonight? The neighbors will have their

Megan remained silent.

in, “Cora, a little bustle is quite refreshing! I’ll stay here with Megan

kept her eyes

thick skin was impenetrable. How could Megan possibly

some light conversation, Sullivan followed Megan back

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about forty square meters, complete with a small

ensuite bathroom.

clean freak. So as 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

feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, averted her

her. “There’s a change of clothes in the trunk of