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 what he meant.

night, he wanted

from the hospital, Sullivan

sent Bianca to pick her up.

in her hospital room, a luxurious white Versace suit laid out in front

her

the role of Mrs. Lowry again, she had

of brief confusion, but she didn’t dwell on it for long. She slipped out of the loose hospital gown and into the designer suit

hand. Without Sullivan, she

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

aback. She instinctively wanted to

she met Megan’s gaze, she was stunned.

no status in

delicate face, the same eyes… but something was different.

detachment, a coldness.

hidden herself away, behind

step out of line and switched to a formal tone, “Mrs. Lowry, the apartment should be all set up. I’ll take you there now! Mrs. Quigley should be there as well.”

a faint

to Sullivan’s arrangements, the

216 square meter apartment was indeed spacious and