Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 68

“Of course, you can always say no he sold with a sly grin “But I can guarantee you, without my help. Wyatt’s looking at a decade behind bars. Megan, let me jog your memory–how outstanding your brother, Wyatt, used to be, how many heiresses had their eye on him? If it weren’t for that one misstep, if the Quigley family hadn’t fallen from grace, he’d be happily married with kids by now”

If once Sullivan had tom at Megan’s flesh, now he was shredding her heart

They had finally stripped away all pretenses, no longer hiding their true intentions. He wanted her as his wife not for love, but for the benefits and to save face

Wyatt’s freedom was his bargaining chip.

Megan didn’t melodramatically refuse. But she didn’t immediately agree either. Her hands clenched the bed sheet tightly as she restrained all her emotions, looking at him and saying in a soft voice, “I need to think about it.”

Sullivan wasn’t surprised in the slightest. He thought, people grow up, and Megan was no exception. The young girl who used to blush and call him Sullivan‘ was long gone. She was now Mrs. Lowry.

He was in a good mood, reaching out to gently caress her cheek. Leaning close, his warm breath caressed her soft skin, his tone carrying a hint of intimacy. Im sure you’ll make the right decision, Mrs. Lowry.”

That night, Sullivan didn’t leave; he stayed the night. But he slept on the couch.

room was quiet and dim, filled only with their shallow breaths. Though they tried to sound

was pressed into

echoed in her mind–he said that if she stayed and played the role of Mrs. Lowry, he would extend a helping hand to the Quigleys and save her

would consider it, but deep down she already knew her decision, She felt nothing but sorrow Over a year ago, she had begged Sullivan, but he had turned a blind eye.

night long. Megan couldn’t

of light as she opened the door. It was like a beam of light breaking

was blinding. Sullivan shielded his

handsome owner of Lowry Hospital, the nurse barely dared to look at him as she whispered, “Mr. Lowry, it’s

slightly, glancing

was soaked–a clear sign she had cried most of the night. Was being his wife that distressing

his tongue against the roof of his mouth, then

nurse had finished changing the dressing.

healing nicely and shouldn’t leave a scar. Try to keep the wound dry for a few