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

quietly for a moment before speaking in a soft

Megan felt slightly uncomfortable.

something Bennett had said earlier, about sacrificing everything, that had reminded her of her own reckless

covered it up by saying, “It’s quite windy outside.

Sullivan didn’t press further.

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

Megan remained silent.

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

simply kept her

skin was impenetrable. How could Megan

some light conversation, Sullivan followed Megan back

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about forty square meters, complete with a small sitting

ensuite bathroom.

entered the bedroom, he began to undress, slipping out of his shirt and trousers until he was left in nothing but a

rise to her cheeks, averted her

of her embarrassment, Sullivan casually tossed his car keys to her. “There’s a change of clothes in the trunk of my car. Would you mind fetching them for me?”