Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire's Wakeup Call novel Chapter 6

Even though Sullivan knew that the old lady did this on purpose, he still glanced at Megan.

Megan wasn’t there to join him in feigning affection. After chatting with the old lady for a while, she stood up. “I’m going to make some cake.”

After she left, the old lady’s smile faded, and she leaned back in her chair.“Sullivan, what’s the deal with that Cressida? It’s one thing to look after her, but to set off fireworks oversteps the boundaries. Be careful, or your wife might get jealous and give you hell.”

“Pay more attention to Megan’s family; don’t act as if it doesn’t concern you.”

“If you keep being this distant, she might leave you.”

…

Sullivan muttered a few noncommittal words, sidestepping the question of the fireworks—probably it was Bianca’s doing!

After chatting for quite a while, Megan came over with the cakes she had made.

Sullivan glanced at her; even after doing housework, Megan’s clothes were still neat and smooth, and she looked dignified and beautiful—every inch the epitome of a lady of high society.

For a moment, he felt somewhat dull and uninterested.

But Heloise was very pleased. After tasting the dessert, she got straight to the point, “Sullivan, you’ll be 30 in a couple of years. All your childhood friends are already juggling two kids. When are you going to give me a great-grandchild?”

Megan remained silent.

Sullivan glanced at her and picked up a piece of cake, lightly fiddling with it. “Megan’s still young. Let her have fun for a couple more years.”

The old lady knew the score but chose not to spell it out.

…

They had dinner at the Lowry Mansion, and by the time they headed back, it was quite late.

Sullivan buckled his seat belt and glanced at Megan, who was looking out of the car window, her delicate profile illuminated by the soft light. He watched her for a long moment before gently pressing on the accelerator.

The black Bentley cruised smoothly, streetlights flashing by in a blur. Sullivan clearly wanted to talk about something, hence the unhurried pace.

About five minutes later, Sullivan spoke up softly, “Tomorrow, I’ve arranged for someone to bring your father to the Lowry Hospital. There will be the best team of experts to treat him. And… if you need money, just tell me.”