Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 133

Sullivan returned to his villa just shy of 11 p.m.

As he stepped into the foyer, the maid approached him, her voice a whisper, “Welcome home, sir! Shall I prepare a late–night snack for you?”

Shrugging off his coat and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, Sullivan replied in a subdued tone, “Just a plate of plain pasta, please. Is Madam already in bed?”

The maid, with respectful hands, took his coat and softly confirmed, “She had a light supper, played piano for a bit, and hasn’t come down since.”

“Understood,” Sullivan muttered.

As the maid disappeared, Sullivan settled at the dining table, reached out to open the French doors, and lit up a cigarette, taking slow drags. In the pale wisps of smoke, he remembered how Megan used to wait for him at home, always with a spread of dishes or a batch of fresh–baked cookies, eager for him to taste even a single bite, which would delight her for hours.

The dining table was just as empty now as it had been back then. Only now, it was Sullivan who sat there alone.

Lost in thought, when the maid brought the pasta, Sullivan absentmindedly said, “Sit down, join me.”

After a moment of silence and no response, Sullivan looked up, startled to find that it was just the maid by his side, not Megan.

his eyes, trying to ease the sting of pain. It must be the lights that were too harsh, he

finishing his meal, he went upstairs to

as he ascended, careful not to wake Megan, who was

he finally did, Megan’s voice softly pierced the darkness, “Sullivan, are you in

He stiffened slightly.

began to undress. The ties of her silk nightgown loosened, revealing her pale, delicate

prefer a purely physical exchange and even pragmatically suggested, “If you’re going to

Sullivan like a slap to the

any daylight sun, he sat up slightly and asked through gritted teeth, “Megan, do you really think that’s all I want from

back to him, her tone

chill settled in Sullivan’s

twice, but Megan was silent throughout, her face buried in the pillow, offering no response. It felt like

must have sensed something was amiss, calling once, but Megan brushed her off with a few words, softly assuring her that Sullivan

repeatedly saying how good it was to have

Megan was not

just a few weeks, she seemed as though she had been through a serious illness, her delicate face