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.

broached the topic of her moving out. “No matter what you decide, nobody here blames you. Your brother wouldn’t either,” he said

the subject, mentioning Megan’s upcoming debut performance with Paxton and the importance of focusing on her music over

Haven, a shared sonow that remained unspoken among them.

His car, a sleek black Bentley, was hard to miss.

overcoat that accentuated the crisp, snow white dress shirt, making his facial features stand out even

puppy and used the

casually glanced up and looked at Megan.

as she descended, she instinctively buried he small

you here for?”

to him,

he gently comforted Shirley in his arms as he asked, “Miss your mommy,

this, he

was slightly flushed.

want to be its

lowered her eyes, then looked up at him, saying earnestly, “Sullivan, can we just be normal? If you want to play love games, go use your charm on someone else. I can’t handle it! I’ll go upstairs… you drive away. My dad can’t handle any of

out a document, and handed it to Megan.

She murmured. “That’s still a long