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.

life. But then she wouldn’t be Mrs.

others and pleasing himself. Sullivan chose

left quietly, believing Megan would come

always so

was strong at

a hint of light began to

well that dawn was breaking,

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

and ask for his help, fully aware of the price. Sullivan only wanted her for his

dim light, a tall figure stood

with her for a long time.

head unintentionally and was surprised to find Begonia there, looking travel–worn as though he had just hurried back. His gaze was gentle and warm,

a lump in her

words were needed; she could guess 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

mustered a faint smile and said to Begonia, “It’s been a

side, they watched the sunrise, the

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 to

that, she looked straight at him.

did the same.

met, a silent exchange of bitterness, helplessness, and his

to them, this moment was captured from a perfect angle that made the photos looking quite intimate.

a crisp white robe, reclined on his