Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 179

Returning to the villa felt like stepping into another lifetime.

Sullivan parked the car at the front of the villa, gracefully handed Megan her coat, and said with a deep look, “The snow’s not too heavy. Let’s walk together when you get out.”

Megan was concerned about Shirley, “Will it be too cold?”

Sullivan glanced back at the dog, then slowly said to Megan, “I’ll hold it close. As long as you’re not jealous.”

Megan put on her coat, opened the car door, and retorted, “As if I would be!”

Sullivan chuckled softly and reached out to pick up Shirley, petting its head.

He whispered, “Looks like Mommy’s upset!”

Shirley ba

Shirley barked twice in response.

Sullivan, with his coat on and carrying the dog, closed the car door and caught up to Megan in a few quick steps.

He walked beside her, with Shirley comfortably nestled in his arms.

The snow fell gently around them.

After a moment, Megan couldn’t resist reaching out to gently pat Shirley’s head.

her hand, Sullivan caught it.

touch of dry and moist fingertips carried a hint of flirtation. And then he placed her hand in his coat pocket while lightly wrapping his arm around her waist,

was husky, calling his name, wanting him to let

at her. He remained silent, but his eyes in the twilight held an

tenderness…

a fondue pot, mentioning how the mushrooms were particularly fresh and encouraged

found it

smiled, “As long as madam enjoys it! I’ll have some fresh ones sent over later.” Saying this, she

warm; Sullivan had taken off his coat, remaining in a crisp white shirt and dark grey trousers. He opened a bottle of red wine. A few bites of the fondue and a couple of glasses of wine

sparingly, focusing instead on serving Megan, who softly protested she couldn’t

wine glass;

was

she thought,

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girl in love seemed pretentious, so she

the night progressed, the

was

the vanity, applying moisturizer. Halfway through, she

have thought nothing had ever happened, that the arguments and sadness were just illusions… But the blank pages reminded her that

won’t let go; just

[Sullivan, it’s over!]