Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 157

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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.

Megan ran into

and Luke were there to woo sponsors over dinner, and after a couple of glasses of red wine, she was feeling dizzy. A splash of

was a bust…

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

joined hers in the mirror. His impeccable

turned off the golden faucet, ready to leave.

against the fine fabric of his suit, catching the

go!” Megan’s voice was low.

her, instead looking her over. Her champagne silk blouse and black pencil skirt accentuated a mature

socializing dressed

away. She turned on the faucet again, squeezing out some soap as she said,

and said, “Separated we may be, but we’re still married. Besides, I never agreed

Megan remained silent.

hands thoroughly and then left. As she reached the restroom door, Sullivan spoke softly, “I had your diary restored, Megan. Come

Megan paused,