Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 93

Cora was an old soul, steeped in tradition. She leaned in and whispered with a hint of concern, “Megan, maybe it’s time to think about having a baby. It might make things a bit easier”

Megan knew Cora meant well, worried that she might be neglected by Sullivan. There was a time Megan herself had longed for a child with Sullivan, but since her return, the thought had lost its appeal.

With a soft smile, Megan replied, “Maybe in a couple of years.”

Cora sighed softly, watching Megan walk away.

After leaving the rehab center, Megan stopped by the clinic to pick up a bottle of birth control pills. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Sullivan had been more insistent on intimacy without protection Intely. Sometimes, even after unwrapping a condom, he’d cast it aside in his eagerness. She didn’t want to get pregnant, so it was up to her to take precautions.

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After the errand. Megan was about to leave when she ran into the last people she wanted to see the Baldwin women.

Despite their modest background, the medical staff treated them with deference because of Sullivan, so Cressida and her mother Dahlia camed themselves with a certain pride.

Dahlia’s temper flared as she saw Megan…

Dahlia had fully expected that after Mr. Lowry’s visit, he would divorce that Quigley girl and declare his love for

way back into the Lowry family, clinging

confronted Megan with arrogance, “Don’t think just because you’re warming Mr. Lowry’s bed that he’s fond of you! Let me tell you Mr. Lowry is very attentive to our Cressida. You’ve heard of Mr. Paxton, right? He’s about to take Cressida as his student and, out of respect for Mr. Lowry, he’s

voice as she spoke of her daughter’s achievements.

She pressed the elevator button, ready to

floor in a show of brute strength, her tone belligerent, “Are you listening to me? If you have any sense, you’ll

ground, spilling its contents including the

are so bad between you, how can

married, had known a man’s touch. Though her legs were gone, her desires were not. Many a night, beneath the stark

control bottle

truth was out: Sullivan and his wife shared an

the tension hung in the air, the elevator dinged open, and out stepped

Sullivan,

noticed the birth

and his gaze locked

bag back to Megan, “Mrs. Lowry, here’s your purse.”

her expression calm, “Sullivan, I’m guessing you’re not here