Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 135

It was 11 PM when she settled her tab and prepared to leave the bar, just as Sullivan walked in from the chilly night outside. He wore a thin black overcoat that did little against the winter cold, but the fine–striped, blue shirt he wore underneath lent him a dapper air.

It seemed there had been a light drizzle outside as droplets clung to his coat, adding a brooding, almost romantic air to his deep–set eyes and furrowed brow.

The bar was still deafeningly loud.

They locked eyes across the crowded room, he with his intense gaze, she with a detached coolness.

Beneath her coat, Megan wore a slightly sheer silk blouse paired with a matching black pencil skirt – a departure from her usual conservative style that added a touch of allure…

Sullivan’s eyes darkened noticeably.

After a moment, he made his way over to her. He took her coat, helped her into it, and meticulously fastened each button from bottom to top, not missing a single one.

His dark, ulterior motives were unmistakable.

Megan found it laughable. As he took her hand, she couldn’t help but mock him, “Sullivan, why the charade of deep affection? I’m hardly a naive girl in her early twenties.”

Sullivan tilted his head to look at her, “You’re only 24”

faintly. Yes, she was just 24, but she had already had her fill of the bitterness

didn’t take the passenger seat; instead, she

staring at her, “You treating me like

a bit buzzed, her voice raspy as she half–closed her eyes, “You sent Leo away to drive yourself. Doesn’t that make you the chauffeur? It’s not like anyone

Sullivan shut the car door, circled around to the driver’s side, and buckled up, retorting with mock derision, “You sure

soft, Megan replied, “Isn’t it all thanks

in

her neck – unspeakably exquisite, especially in the half–sheer black silk blouse after she had

bobbing involuntarily. He realized that no matter how cold Megan was to him, he

the villa, the drizzle persisting like a finely woven curtain. The maid approached with an umbrella, which Sullivan took

Megan by the shoulder, leading her back to

him away, stating icily, “I’m a bit damp. I think I’ll take a

Her silk dress shimmered under the crystal lights, her aloofness only

Megan pushed open the bedroom door, she found

lights were off, the room cast in

Megan didn’t resist.

she tilted her head back, her voice husky, “If you want me, Sullivan,

words only