Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 163

Megan returned to her mnted apartment, feeling the chill seep through the walls as she entered. The half–cooked pasta on the stove was

sobering reminder of her disrupted evening, but the thought of finishing It was for from her mind how

She slumped into a chair, the house dim and unheated, wmpping her arms around her knees, lost in thought. Memories of her younger days floated back to her, when she had dreamed of a future with Sullivan, Imagining a life with two kids and a playful puppy had seemed so perfect. But could she ever fit into the role of a mother, especially with Sullivan’s words cutting deep..

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She spent the night in contemplation, feeling a sore throat coming on by moming, likely the beginning of a cold. Her phone rang. pulling her from her thoughts.

It was Cora, reminding her to come home for the New Year’s Day celebration

“New Year’s?” Megan echoed, momentarily confused.

Cora chuckled on the other end, “Forgot, huh? Your dad’s been looking forward to seeing you all morning. He might not say it, but he’s worried about you.”

After a brief silence, Megan sat up, a decision made. Til be there for lunch‘

After freshening up and pushing thoughts of Sullivan aside, Megan arrived at the Quigley residence by noon. Cora had prepared a feast, trying to lighten the mood by offering dishes rich in nutrients, aiming to bring some warmth to the family gathering.

moving out. “No matter what you decide, nobody here blames you. Your brother wouldn’t either,” he said softly, his words bringing tears to Megan’s

upcoming debut performance with Paxton and the importance of focusing on

Haven, a shared

herself with dinner preparations, she suddenly called Megan over, pointing out Sullivan’s arrival. His car, a sleek black Bentley, was hard to miss. Stepping out into the cold, Sullivan looked every bit the part of a man from Megan’s dreams, his presence commanding

temperature was a bit chilly. He was wearing a dark gray overcoat that accentuated the crisp,

a puppy and used the

he casually glanced up

soon as she descended, she instinctively buried

you here for?”

get too close to him, maintaining a certain level of caution

in his arms as he asked, “Miss your mommy, Shirley?”

he looked at Megan.

the twilight, Megan’s face was slightly

gaze deepened. “But I want to be its

love games, go use your

Sullivan called out to her. He turned back to the car, took out a document, and handed it to

took it and read it several times. She