Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 157

Echo Pavilion had

The next morning, Sullivan was on his way to the office when the maid informed him that someone from the Ed delivered two items for him.

Sullivan buttoned up his cufflinks, his face relaxing into a hint of curiosity as he asked, “Where are they?”

The maid presented two meticulously wmpped boxes, offering to carry them upstairs, but Sullivan declined, “Ive got it.”

He took the boxes upstairs and carefully opened them.

The items, now restored and clean, still bore the unmistakable mark of their history. As the restorer had said, the highest craftsmanship couldn’t mend the past nor bring back the words Megan had once written

It was the diary that filled with Megan’s passionate and somewhat naive musings,

Sullivan’s fingers gently traced the words, his expression tender. Reading them, it was as if Megan was still 18, her affection for him vibrant and undeniable.

He lingered over the pages before hanging a photo on the wall.

into Sullivan at a

woo sponsors over dinner, and after a couple of glasses of red wine, she was feeling dizzy. A splash of cold water

evening was

him by investing in her concert. Their separation was public knowledge, and no one wanted to risk Sullivan’s displeasure for her sake.

reflection joined hers in the mirror. His impeccable appearance. starkly contrasted with her

the golden faucet,

caught her wrist, and soon, she found herself falling into his embrace, her cheek pressed against the fine fabric of his suit, catching the faint scent of dry cleaning solvent mixed with a hint of

me go!” Megan’s voice was

and black pencil skirt accentuated a

“You’re socializing dressed like this?”

She turned on the faucet again, squeezing out some soap as she said, “It’s none of your business! We’re

be, but we’re still married. Besides,

Megan remained silent.

As she reached the restroom door, Sullivan spoke softly, “I had your diary restored, Megan.

Megan paused,