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.

ran into Sullivan at a networking

and after a couple of glasses of red wine, she was feeling dizzy. A splash of cold water in the restroom

evening was a bust…

wife, few dared to cross him by investing in her concert. Their separation

the restroom, and soon, Sullivan’s reflection joined hers in

turned off the golden

the fine fabric of his suit,

Megan’s voice

champagne silk blouse and black

frowned. “You’re socializing dressed

some soap as she said, “It’s none

be, but we’re

Megan remained silent.

door, Sullivan spoke softly,

Megan paused,