Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 123

Megan descended the stairs and slid into the car, her gloomy aura unmistakable. The driver, noting her mood, spoke in a hushed tone, “Ma’am, shall we head home now?”

Seated silently, Megan gazed through the window at the night, the sparse neon lights flickering in the darkness.

Suddenly, she spoke softly, “Leo, I need a walk. Take the car back, will you?”

The driver, Leo, furrowed his brow. “I can’t do that, ma’am. It’s the dead of night, and for you to be out alone… Sir would be worried sick!”

Megan offered a faint smile. “How would he know?”

Leo clamped his mouth shut, remembering the whispers among the servants about the estate’s master, who often didn’t return home at night. It was impossible he knew nothing. Yet, Leo was genuinely concerned, so while Megan walked alone on the streets, he trailed behind in the car.

Megan lost track of how long she walked.

At two in the morning, she found herself beside the city’s graffiti wall, a kaleidoscope of silly love confessions. She crouched down, gently touching a small spot in the lower–left corner.

[Megan loves Sullivan forever.]

Staring quietly, her eyes moistened. Her youthful affection for Sullivan had been truly precious, yet after all these years, cherished by no one, it had nowhere to belong.

In the still of the night, concerned she might catch a chill, the driver urged her to return.

refuse this

she settled into the car, which was warm, but it couldn’t chase away the

displayed a message from Sullivan. He was apologetic for being too busy

morning, a top–tier luxury jeweler delivered a full set of

quality and size, it was worth at

thanking Sullivan for remembering their anniversary amid his hectic schedule,

she

but Megan no longer cared as

next time the couple met was on a

Bentley pulling into the estate. An observant servant rushed to inform Megan on the third floor, her tone light, “Ma’am, Sir

was practicing

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servant’s words, she paused, contemplating that her husband was likely home to change before accompanying Cressida to Paxton’s

it ironic but still left her piano

second floor, she encountered

met, the atmosphere charged with

been days since their last encounter, and Sullivan looked more haggard, a testament to Cressida’s dire condition and his exhaustive