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.

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Begonia, Fancy running into you here, Begonia! Sometimes serendipity beats a

a handshake, a slight smile on his face. “Whether this is serendipity,

laden

soft like a doting husband. I haven’t had

and said to Begonia, “Let’s catch up another time, Begonia. It’s

his thoughts, responding noncommittally

away, Begonia called out, stopping Sullivan under the myriad neon lights. He looked earnestly at Sullivan and said, “If you truly care for her,

eyes shifted to

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

around her shoulders, holding her a bit too tightly, a sign of his discomfort and jealousy

but remark with a hint of sarcasm, “Sullivan, you’re acting as though you’ve caught me in the act! Dr. Begonia and t merely bumped

suggests a deep

they entered the single suite, Megan found herself pinned

coat, revealing the black dress clinging to her fair, delicate

patience for his insinuations. She softened her voice, pressing against the door. “Aren’t you hungry?

Sullivan stood firm.

were far from cheerful. He leaned in, asking lightly, “Megan, do

air was charged with tension.