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.

knew that if he let go, Megan would quickly come back to life. But then she wouldn’t be Mrs. Lowry anymore. She might become Begonia’s or Bennett’s

himself.

believing Megan would come

was always

at the

a hint of

watched the faint glimmers, knowing full well that dawn was breaking, yet the light couldn’t penetrate the darkness in

now felt she had none. She had no choice but to turn to

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

the dim light, a tall figure stood

her for

travel–worn as though he had

a lump

vulnerable, at least, not in front of Begonia, because she didn’t want to drag him into her mess anymore.

mustered a faint smile and said

by side, they watched the

Lowry isn’t so bad, after all. No need to struggle or

that, she looked straight at

the same.

exchange of bitterness, helplessness,

that made the photos looking quite intimate. And they were sent

white robe, reclined on his