Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 113

As the autumn evening unfurled a tapestry of fiery hues across the sky, Megan made her way back to the Quigley Apartment.

Upon opening the front door, the warm and soothing voice of Sullivan greeted her.

“Back in my college days, if a pipe burst, I’d be the one fixing it.”

“And if my clothes get dirty, I’ll just change them in the morning. No need to fuss, Cora!”

What on earth was he doing here?

Megan closed the door behind her and quietly changed out of her shoes. Cora, hearing the familiar sound of Megan’s arrival, came out to meet her with a whispered update. “He’s been here for over an hour, even fixed the kitchen sink! Is he here to take you back home?” she asked.

Cora’s surprise was evident.

How could Sullivan, who was always so haughty, have ever handled such things? It seemed that when men decided to woo you, they’d go through any lengths.

Shrugging off her coat, Megan stated softly, “I’m staying home tonight.”

Cora breathed a sigh of relief, “Alright then, I’ll start dinner. We’ll talk it over at the table, and try not to ruffle

your father’s feathers. He won’t say it, but he’s really got his reservations about Sullivan.”

Megan knew this well and nodded in agreement.

Just then, Sullivan emerged from the kitchen and accidentally locked eyes with her. He gazed at her quietly for a moment before speaking in a soft tone, “Cora mentioned you went to an art exhibit. Did you catch an eye infection from all that art staring?”

Megan felt slightly uncomfortable.

It was something Bennett had said earlier, about sacrificing everything, that had reminded her of her own reckless abandon in the past, and how it hadn’t ended well.

She covered it up by saying, “It’s quite windy outside. Got some dust in my eyes.”

Sullivan didn’t press further.

Dinner was served with Joseph maintaining a chilly demeanor throughout the meal. In an attempt to lighten the mood, Cora looked at Megan and suggested tentatively, “How about you go back with Sullivan tonight? The neighbors will have their dance parties out till the wee hours. You’re not used to that kind of noise being all cozy in your villa and all.”

Megan remained silent.

Sullivan, setting down his fork with a slight smile, chimed in, “Cora, a little bustle is quite refreshing! I’ll stay here with Megan for a couple of days to keep you and Joseph’s company.”

Cora simply kept her eyes on her plate.

Sullivan’s thick skin was impenetrable. How could Megan possibly outmaneuver him?

After dinner and some light conversation, Sullivan followed Megan back to her room.

10:05

It was a decent–sized bedroom about forty square meters, complete with a small sitting area and an

ensuite bathroom.

Sullivan was a clean freak. So as soon as they entered the bedroom, he began to undress, slipping out of his shirt and trousers until he was left in nothing but a pair of sleek black boxer briefs that were snugly outlining his form.

Megan, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, averted her eyes.

Catching a glimpse of her embarrassment, Sullivan casually tossed his car keys to her. “There’s a change of clothes in the trunk of my car. Would you mind fetching them for me?” he required.

Megan realized Sullivan had come prepared.

When Sullivan entered the shower, she went after him and asked, “How long are you staying?”

Sullivan turned on the shower and soon the water filled the bathroom. It made his voice hazy and a little languid, “Until you decide to come home with me.” This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

He is so cheeky, Megan thought.

She went downstairs to get him a change of clothes. And after her return, she found Sullivan had already emerged from the shower, his body loosely draped in a bathrobe, his hair damp. He was lounging on the sofa by the window and lazily flicking a lighter in his hand.

Upon seeing Megan’s return, he asked nonchalantly, “I had Bianca check. You haven’t used the bank card I gave you. Why not spend my money?”

Megan didn’t respond immediately. She carefully hung up his clothes, smoothing out any creases because she knew how Sullivan valued order. Only then did she reply, “I still have some of my own money left.”

Sullivan reached his arms, pulling her down to sit in his lap.

Megan had barely settled when she started feeling uneasy. A quick glance down sent her blushing furiously.

Sullivan gently traced her soft cheek, seemingly unfazed, “It’s not as if you’ve never seen it before. Why so shy?”

With her face turned away, Megan leaned against his shoulder.

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