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.

like this since watching the news tonight, Mr. Lowry. Do you want to go in and wake Mrs.

After a long moment, he turned and walked

his black Bentley, his mood was foul. He lit a cigarette, took a drag, but it only intensified his

he couldn’t help but think there were plenty of women in the world, plenty of beautiful ones

reluctant wife was hardly worth

to do so.

be a matter of pride.

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

He had strained his thigh muscle while riding a horse, and Bianca accompanied him. He didn’t go to the emergency room but had a doctor come to Megan’s room to dress

couch, casting

engrossed in her book, indifferent. But he had seen her vulnerability the night

his gaze and directed the doctor,

was minor, and

“Mr. Lowry, let me help you

the couch, his tone icy, it’s my thigh that’s