Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 78

Megan found herself wrapped in Sullivan’s embrace once again. His closeness always caught her off–guard, and with a slight turn of her hoad, she muttered, “Yes, Lawyer Alton just left.”

She wanted to get back to packing but Sullivan was crowding her space.

He held her waist and leisurely caressed her body. It wasn’t out of desire, but more like he was just passing time.

Having been his wife for years, Megan knew all about his shortcomings. She didn’t struggle; she let him touch her.

After a while, Sullivan finally ceased his wandering hands and asked, “What did you talk about?”

Megan replied indifferently, “Shares and the lawsuit.”

Sullivan waited for her to mention Bennett and his obvious interest in her, but she didn’t. His gaze deepened as he stared at her for a long moment.

He didn’t expose her silence. Instead, Sullivan changed the subject, “Oh, by the way! I had Blanca look for an apartment. It’s in a great area, very suitable for your dad and Cora to live in. Well go check it out tomorrow… okay?”

His thoughtfulness didn’t move Megan.

She knew him too well. He may have given up 2% of the Lowry Group’s shares, spent two hundred million on Alton for the lawsuit, but he expected value for his money. He wanted her to play the loving wife, to bolster his good image.

Megan’s expression remained neutral, and she agreed.

Sullivan wasn’t pleased with her coldness. He pinched her chin, captured her lips in a kiss, and when she finally let out a soft moan, he wrapped his arm around her neck and whispered like a lover, “Mrs. Lowry, I expect you home tomorrow night”

slightly, she knew

night, he wanted her

Megan was discharged from the hospital, Sullivan

to pick her up.

paperwork, Megan sat quietly in her hospital room, a luxurious white Versace suit laid out in

Mrs. Lowry, her closet was

Lowry again, she had

the expensive fabric with her delicate fingers, her face a mask of brief confusion, but she didn’t dwell

clipboard in hand. Without Sullivan, she was blunt with Megan,

turned to face her. Her gaze fell on Blanca, and then she spoke with a calm authority, “Blanca, from now

She instinctively wanted to m

Megan’s gaze, she

held no status in her

delicate face, the same eyes… but something

a

herself away, behind a mask named Mrs.

to a formal tone, “Mrs. Lowry, the apartment should be all set up. I’ll

a faint

to Sullivan’s arrangements, the move was

apartment was