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.

pair of satin

played on Megan’s lips. “What woman wouldn’t like

said one thing, but her

not hear

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

tailored trousers, a thin layer of fabric

she felt

as Sullivan leaned in to kiss her, his voice was

mean having

then the feeling follows… who the other person is, whether there’s love or not, it doesn’t really matter that much! Look,

Sullivan’s gaze

stared at her and said, “Are you saying you could be just as enthusiastic with another man?”

was soft, “First, there has to

captured her lips, invading her mouth with fervor, silencing any further unpleasantries… All that talk about attraction and

Sullivan grew more

things up with him and pushed him

came from the doorway, tentative, “Sir,