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.

to life. But

between pleasing others and pleasing himself. Sullivan chose to please

left quietly, believing Megan would

always so

wind was strong at the

of the sky, a hint of light began to show.

glimmers, knowing full well that dawn was breaking, yet the

full of choices, but Megan now felt

up, she would have to swallow her pride and ask for his help, fully aware of the price. Sullivan only wanted her for

dim light, a tall

had been with her

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

lump in her

least, not in front of Begonia, because she

smile and said to Begonia, “It’s

watched the sunrise,

to say nonchalantly, “I’ve thought long and hard and decided to return to Sullivan. Being Mrs. Lowry isn’t so bad, after all.

looked

did the

exchange of bitterness, helplessness, and

from a perfect angle that made the photos looking quite intimate. And they were sent to Sullivan’s phone early in the

in a crisp white robe,