Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 122

His tall figure bore the subtle signs of weariness, a hint of impatience lurking beneath his composed facade. “Bianca already mentioned that the office is swamped with meetings; I might not make it! Why are you still waiting?”

He was probably hungry by now as he began to eat.

Megan watched him quietly. In the two minutes since he’d entered, he’d barely spoken two sentences and hadn’t given her so much as a glance. It was clear he was anxious, likely blaming her, his wife, for not understanding the situation.

He was so busy, and here she was, bothering him with something as trivial as their wedding anniversary.

Megan bowed her head, her delicate fingers lightly touching her earlobe, responding to her husband’s complaints with the grace of a lady of high society. There was no trace of hurt in her demeanor, and she managed a faint smile.

“I just wanted to celebrate with you for once! I was about to leave if you didn’t show,” she said softly.

After a pause, she added gently, “Sullivan, I’m sorry if I’ve been a nuisance.”

Sullivan looked up. Under the glow of the dazzling chandeliers, he saw his wife radiating beauty and elegance–a sight for sore eyes.

the hospital, with its pungent smell of disinfectant, the unpleasant medley of drugs, Dahlia’s daily laments,

consoled Megan appropriately. “How could you be a nuisance? It’s my

and said what she’d been waiting all evening to say, “Sullivan, there’s someone important I’d like you to meet this Saturday. Could you perhaps find some time? It is the weekend, after all, and even businessmen

and playful in

of red

significant; he had promised Cressida he would attend a banquet. It was an important day for her, and with her time running short, Sullivan wanted to accommodate her wishes as much as possible. He had no time to spare, but he

a shame! This weekend is the company’s

to maintain her composure, but it was difficult. Her hands gripped the hem of her dress under the table. Suppressing her emotions, she

He was tender. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Lowry. What can I do to

kiss, smiling, but her facial muscles trembled uncontrollably… At that moment,

knew he was leaving her for

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