Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 97

Megan slipped into her morning robe and stepped onto the balcony for a look

The car hadn’t left, and Sullivan hadn’t gotten in. He stood beside the sleek black sedan, taking a drag of his cigarette

It was a crisp October moming

He was dressed in black from head to toe, with a matching light trench coat thrown over his shoulders. The early

morning sun kissed his profile, and the gentle breeze tousled his neatly trimmed hair he stood out with an effortless All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

charm.

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Sensing Megan’s gaze. Sullivan glanced up and locked eyes with her

Neither looked away

Sullivan even squinted slightly, as if trying to see her more clearly. He could see his wife standing in the soft light,

bathed in the glow, almost seductive.

Sullivan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he took a deep puff of his cigarette. His cheeks sunk with the effort, exuding a

rugged masculinity. Then he let out a soft chuckle.

It sounded almost like mockery!

Just then, Blanca emerged from the foyer, luggage in tow. The driver loaded it into the trunk, and Megan realized

Sullivan was off on a business trip. The ring of her cell phone pulled her back to the bedroom.

Megan returned to see who it was.

To her surprise, the call was from Bianca, who spoke with a polite yet distant tone, “Mrs. Lowry, would you mind bringing down Mr. Lowry’s medicine, please?”

Megan knew that Bianca wouldn’t dare boss her around. It was Sullivan’s doing

Without a word, Megan dressed herself a bit more formally and gathered the medicine boxes scattered on the couch from the night before. As she was about to leave, her eyes lingered on a spot.

Sullivan had made a mess last night; the couch bore the evidence.

On closer inspection, there was a small, off–white stain.

As Megan descended the stairs, she thought to herself that she would have to take care of it later. It was better not to let the housekeepers see such things; they could become gossip fodder over dinner.

By the time she reached the parked car, Sullivan was already inside.

The window of the back seat was rolled down, though.

Megan handed him the box of medicine and gently reminded him to take a pill twice a day.

Sullivan listened absentmindedly.

Only when Megan finished did he respond with a detached voice, “Aren’t you going to ask where I’m heading and how long Ill be gone?” He was obviously trying to rile her up, but Megan didn’t bite. She replied with good humor. “Take care of yourself while you’re away! Blanca, please look after Mr. Lowry!”

The car window rose before her face.

Sullivan didn’t give Megan any consideration in front of the driver and his secretary; likely he was still angry. Megan couldn’t fathom what had set him off this time. Maybe he was just experiencing an early midlife crisis!

With Sullivan away on business, Megan had a mare moment to relax.

Of course, she still performed her duties diligently, caring for her husband, reminding him to take his medicine and to be wary of the autumn chill. She was the epitome of a traditional wife, and Sullivan’s business partners often heard about it, praising Mrs. Lowry for her attentiveness,

Sullivan ended the call, his eyes cold

How could Megan care about him and his illness? She must be thinking ill of him now.

On the fourth day of Sullivan’s trip, a scandal broke.

The previous night at 9 PM, Megan called him and was answered by a young woman, “Mr. Lowry is in the shower and might not be able to take your call. Should I get him?”

Megan knew it wasn’t Bianca. But she wasn’t surprised. After all, Cressida was no beauty, and Sullivan was young and

vigorous. It was

10:08

quite normal for him to seek out mistresses.

She didn’t reveal her identity, simply said in a gentle voice, “Sullivan’s still got a bit of a fever. Please make sure he

doesn’t overexert himself.”

The woman on the other end blinked in surprise. She had guessed it was Mrs Lowry Did Mrs. Lowry mean….

Her phone was snatched away It was Blanca. She was somewhat panicked.

Mr. Lowry had been discussing an endorsement deal with a leading actress. In the middle of their conversation, Mr.

Lowry’s shirt got stained by a waiter, so he went to another room to rinse off in the bathroom. Bianca had gone to bring

Mr. Lowry some clothes, not expecting the actress to privately answer Mr. Lowry’s phone,

Bisica glanced at the phone, the call had ended. It was Megan who had called.

Bianca was at a loss for how to handle the situation when Sullivan walked in, immediately noticing Bianca with his

phone. He guessed something was up, took the phone to check the call log, and asked nonchalantly, “Did Megan call?

What did she say?”