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. Lowry. Do you want to go in and wake Mrs. Lowry? It can’t be comfortable sleeping like

he turned and walked away, leaving behind

his mood was foul. He lit a cigarette, took a drag, but it only intensified his agitation, and he snuffed

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

was hardly

continued to

a matter

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

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

the couch, casting a glance

book, indifferent. But he had seen her

gaze and directed the doctor, “Leave

and the

eagerly. “Mr. Lowry, let me

arms resting on the back of the couch, his tone icy, it’s my thigh that’s injured. Blanca, are