Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 74

After exchanging a few more words, they reluctantly ended the call.

Megan curled up on the couch, hugging herself gently as if to conjure a sense of security.

Her mind wandered through a collage of memories.

She reminisced about the golden days of her childhood spent with her brother, the way he had comforted her every night after their mother passed away. He would read her fairy tales, sing lullabies until her eyes drooped shut.

He would carry her on his back to school, after the chauffeur pulled up at the school gates.

Wyatt was the best brother in the world.

The night deepened around her.

Megan fell asleep in the hospital room, her delicate face resting upon her knees, her beauty cold yet fragile. She seemed like a delicate piece of glass art, ready to shatter at any moment.

Outside the room, Sullivan stood silently. He watched Megan for a long time.

since watching the news tonight, Mr.

gaze was unreadable. After a long moment, he turned and walked away, leaving behind a

a cigarette, took a drag, but it only intensified his agitation, and he snuffed it out

in the world, plenty of beautiful ones at that–no need to spend so much energy and

reluctant wife was hardly worth it.

he continued to do

be a matter of

couldn’t bear to let her go, to have her in another man’s arms: After all, having shared a bed for years

the hospital in the afternoon. He had strained his thigh muscle while riding a horse, and Bianca accompanied him. He didn’t go to

casting

in her book, indifferent. But he had seen her vulnerability the night before and knew it was just

and directed the doctor, “Leave the medical kit.”

and

“Mr. Lowry, let me

resting on the back of the couch, his tone icy, it’s my thigh that’s