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.

hand, Sullivan

slight touch of dry and moist fingertips carried a hint of flirtation. And then he placed her hand in his coat pocket while lightly

Megan’s voice was husky, calling his name, wanting him to let go.

down at her. He remained silent, but his

tenderness…

the snow, the housekeeper had thoughtfully prepared a fondue pot, mentioning how the mushrooms were particularly

it

later.” Saying this, she wiped her hands on her apron and went

white shirt and dark grey trousers. He opened a bottle of red wine. A few bites of the fondue and a couple of glasses

instead on serving Megan, who softly protested she couldn’t eat that much.

his wine glass; lightly swirling

was deep, playful, yet

then she thought, she and Sullivan

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love seemed pretentious, so she didn’t

night progressed, the snow

was turned up high, warm

Halfway through, she impulsively opened a small drawer. Her half–burnt diary had been repaired, lying quietly inside.

happened, that the arguments and sadness were just illusions… But the

let go; just

[Sullivan, it’s over!]