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.

let go, Megan would quickly come back to life. But then she wouldn’t

pleasing others and pleasing himself. Sullivan chose to please himself!

believing Megan would come

was always so

at the hospital’s rooftop.

edge of the sky, a hint of

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

of choices, but Megan now felt she had none. She had no

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

dim light, a tall

had been with her for

there, looking travel–worn as though he had just hurried back. His gaze was gentle and warm, offering

lump in

she couldn’t afford to be vulnerable, at least, not in front of Begonia, because she

smile and said to Begonia,

watched the sunrise, the dawn’s early

and she 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 to call home, and being alone is

she looked straight at him.

the same.

a silent exchange of bitterness, helplessness, and his sympathy.

that made the photos looking quite intimate. And they were

six in the morning, Sullivan, clad in a crisp white robe, reclined on his bed, staring at those