Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 147

Sullivan’s plane touched down in Harmony City, and by the time his nedan glided up to the entrance of the CircumSphere Hotel, the clock was striking nine in the evening

Neon lights were in full bloom. The night was soft and seductive

Stepping out of the sleek black cat, Sullivan’s gaze immediately locked onto a couple strolling side by side.

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the early winter chill, she wore a dark camel cashmere coat, her raven hair cascading in loose curls down her back, adding a touch of romance to the night. Her face was semene, even joyful, particularly when she spoke with Begonia, her attention undivided.

Not like the icy glances she reserved for him.

Sullivan, every inch the aristocat, stood in the hotel atrium, glancing at his watch.

The photo was taken at six o’clock sharp. It means Megan had been with Begonia for three hours the entire time, their c resembling that of lovers.

Sullivan approached them.

Megan tumed her head, spotting him by chance, and the smile on her face faded.

company

you here, Begonia! Sometimes

slight smile on his face. “Whether this is serendipity, remains to be

men exchanged looks laden

voice soft like a doting

grasped her wrist and said to Begonia, “Let’s catch up

his thoughts, responding noncommittally

stopping Sullivan under the myriad neon lights. He looked earnestly at Sullivan and said, “If you truly care for her, don’t make her cry.

eyes shifted to

tinged with cold–induced rosiness, delicate and precious – the kind that men

Sullivan wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her a bit too tightly, a sign of

a hint of sarcasm, “Sullivan, you’re acting as though you’ve caught me in the act! Dr. Begonia and t merely bumped into each other by

coincidence suggests a deep

as they entered the single suite, Megan

revealing the black dress clinging to her fair, delicate skin, dazzling in

Megan had no patience for his insinuations. She softened her voice, pressing against the door. “Aren’t you hungry? I’ve ordered

Sullivan stood firm.

the crystal chandelier, his handsome features were far from cheerful. He leaned in, asking

was charged