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. But then she wouldn’t be Mrs. Lowry anymore. She might become Begonia’s or

pleasing others and pleasing himself. Sullivan chose

quietly, believing Megan would come to

was always so

wind was strong at the

edge of the sky, a hint of

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

brother once said that life is full of choices, but Megan now felt she had none.

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

tall figure

been with her for a long

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

felt a lump in her

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 could never repay.

faint smile and said

by side, they watched the sunrise, the dawn’s

to Sullivan. Being Mrs. Lowry isn’t so bad, after all. No need to struggle or live in fear! A woman needs a

she looked straight

did the

silent exchange of bitterness, helplessness, and his sympathy.

from a perfect angle that made the photos looking quite

clad in a crisp white robe, reclined on his bed, staring at those