Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 53

Megan kept Cora’s predicament to herself.

Joseph thought Cora was just out on some errand for a couple of days, leaving the nurses in charge for a while. When he caught Megan daydreaming, he couldn’t help but say, “You should head on home! The nurses have got it covered here.”

Megan shook her head. She didn’t want to go anywhere right now, she just wanted to stay put!

The night was serene.

Joseph, being a patient, eventually couldn’t resist sleep any longer.

Megan sat alone on the rickety chair, lost in her own world. A faint red mark graced her cheek, a souvenir from Cressida’s mother’s slap Outside the hospital room, separated by a pane of transparent glass, Sullivan stood quietly

He observed the wound on Megan’s profile, her distant

gaze, and the numbness in her ey out of Mrs. Lambert’s house, tired but spirited when she spoke.

eyes….…. He remembered how she looked coming

Tve always been like that! It was just you never noticed.”

“Sullivan, that $200,000 doesn’t cover sleeping with you. Remember, I’m all about keeping it professional.”

Back then, Megan was alive with spirit.

he let go, Megan would quickly come back to life.

pleasing himself.

believing Megan would come to him.

always

was strong at the hospital’s rooftop.

the edge of the sky, a hint of light began to

glimmers, knowing full well that dawn was breaking, yet the light couldn’t penetrate the darkness in her heart.

full of choices, but Megan now felt she had none. She had no choice but to turn

his mistress had set Cora up, she would have to swallow her pride and ask for his help, fully aware of the price. Sullivan only wanted her for his camal desires and to maintain the facade

the dim light, a tall figure stood

with her for a long

travel–worn as though he

a lump

why he had come back so suddenly! But she couldn’t afford to be vulnerable, at least, not in front of Begonia, because she didn’t want to drag him into her mess anymore. His selfless acts were debts she

and said to Begonia, “It’s been a while,

they watched the sunrise, the dawn’s

turned to say nonchalantly, “I’ve thought long and hard and decided to return to Sullivan. Being Mrs. Lowry isn’t so bad, after all. No need to struggle or live in fear! A woman needs a place

that, she looked straight

did the

met, a silent exchange of bitterness,

was captured from a perfect angle that made the photos looking quite intimate. And they were sent to

white robe, reclined on his bed,