Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 143

Megan returned to the villa

The moment her white Maserati pulled to a stop, the door was promptly opened by the attentive maid, who seemed quite delighted as she said. “Mrs. Lowry, there’s been a delivery at the house. Quite a collection of exquisite items.”

She added with a hint of mystery, “I believe they’re from Mr. Lowry.”

The maid’s simple joy for Megan was palpable, she thought Megan had finally made it. But how could she know the sheer brutality of this mamane lor Megan, and her utter innocence?

Megan did not blame the maid, merely offering a faint smile in response.

Ascending to the second floor, she pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

The living area was piled high with elegantly wrapped boxes from high–end brands. Luxury garments, rare jewels, the sort of stilettos every woman covets… even a haute couture dress from the recent Paris runway that Sullivan had managed to acquire.

A display of pure opulence, a grand gesture.

Sullivan entered quietly, wrapping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and asking gently. “Do you like them?”

Megan didn’t reply.

gently opened one of the boxes to discover a pair of satin heels

Megan’s lips. “What woman wouldn’t like these things? Sullivan, is this your way

words said one thing, but her tone

Sullivan not

lifting her onto the arm of the sofa, stepping forward to trap her in a rather salacious position.

material of his tailored trousers, a thin layer

felt it.

kiss her, his voice was laced with a seductive huskiness, “Megan, we’ve had our moments of joy, haven’t

mean having

person is, whether there’s love or not, it doesn’t really matter that much! Look, you’ve hated me for three years, and

Sullivan’s gaze

you saying

was soft, “First, there has to be attraction!”

that talk about attraction and feeling, it was all nonsense! She could only belong

Sullivan grew more

heat things up with him and pushed him away,

to speak, the voice of a servant came from the doorway, tentative, “Sir, Ms. Baldwin insists on seeing you!”