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

into you here, Begonia! Sometimes serendipity beats a formal

Begonia reached out for a handshake, a slight smile on his face.

laden with

Megan, his voice soft like a doting husband. I haven’t had

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

his thoughts,

Begonia called out, stopping Sullivan under the myriad neon lights. He looked earnestly at Sullivan and said,

shifted

was tinged with cold–induced rosiness, delicate and precious –

around her shoulders, holding her a bit

you’re acting as though you’ve caught me in the act! Dr.

suggests a deep connection,”

the single suite, Megan found herself pinned against

black dress clinging to her fair, delicate skin,

her voice, pressing against the door. “Aren’t you hungry? I’ve ordered room service

Sullivan stood firm.

were far from cheerful. He leaned in, asking lightly, “Megan, do you have even the slightest affection for

charged with tension.