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.

she withdrew her hand, Sullivan

and moist fingertips carried a hint of flirtation. And then he placed her hand in

husky, calling his name, wanting him to

looked down at her. He remained silent, but his

tenderness…

prepared a fondue pot, mentioning how the mushrooms were particularly fresh and encouraged Megan to try more.

it

have some fresh ones sent over later.” Saying this, she

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 later, his face had a healthy flush, looking even more

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

held his wine glass; lightly swirling it.

gaze on her was deep, playful, yet assertive.

staying overnight, but then she

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teenage girl in love

the night progressed, the snow grew

the heating was

front of the vanity, applying moisturizer. Halfway through, she impulsively opened a small drawer. Her

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

won’t let go; just

[Sullivan, it’s over!]