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.

days later, Megan ran into Sullivan at a networking event.

of red wine, she was feeling dizzy. A splash of cold water in the restroom did little to sober her

was a

Sullivan’s estranged wife, few dared to cross him by investing in her concert. Their separation was public knowledge,

soon, Sullivan’s reflection joined hers in the mirror. His impeccable appearance. starkly contrasted with her

off the golden

found herself falling into his embrace, her cheek pressed against the fine fabric of his suit, catching the faint scent of dry cleaning solvent

go!” Megan’s voice

over. Her champagne silk blouse and black pencil skirt accentuated a mature

“You’re socializing dressed

on the faucet again, squeezing out some soap as she said,

we may be, but we’re still married. Besides,

Megan remained silent.

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

Megan paused,