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.

a hushed tone, stood beside him. “She’s been like this since watching the news tonight, Mr. Lowry. Do you want to go in and wake Mrs. Lowry? It

walked

took a drag, but

he put out the cigarette, he couldn’t help but think there were plenty of women in the world, plenty of beautiful ones at that–no need to spend

reluctant wife was

to do so.

be a matter of pride.

have her in another man’s arms: After all, having

He had strained his thigh muscle while riding a horse, and Bianca accompanied him. He

sat on the couch, casting a glance at

the headboard, seemingly engrossed in her book, indifferent. But he had seen her vulnerability the night before and

diverted his gaze and directed the doctor,

and the doctor agreed.

eagerly. “Mr. Lowry, let me help you with

couch, his tone icy, it’s my thigh that’s injured. Blanca, are you