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.

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changed the subject, mentioning Megan’s upcoming debut performance with Paxton and the importance

without mention of Quinn Haven, a shared sonow that remained unspoken

out Sullivan’s arrival. His car, a sleek black Bentley, was hard to miss. Stepping

chilly. He was wearing a dark gray overcoat that accentuated the crisp, snow white dress shirt, making his facial features stand out even more handsome.

he held a puppy and used the other to close

casually glanced up and

her coat and said something to Cora before heading downstairs. As soon as she descended, she instinctively buried he small face into the collar of

you here

too close to him, maintaining a certain

comforted Shirley in his arms as he

saying this, he looked at

face was slightly flushed. “I’m not its

I want to be

him, saying earnestly, “Sullivan, can we just be normal? If you want to play love games, go use your charm on

a document, and handed it to Megan. “Your brother’s trial date has been set.

and read it several times. She