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…

had fully expected that

no, this shameless woman had wormed her way back into the Lowry family, clinging to the title of

to our Cressida. You’ve heard of Mr.

laced her voice as she

She pressed the elevator button, ready to

strength, her tone belligerent, “Are you listening to me? If you have any

handbag hit the ground, spilling its contents including the bottle of birth

so bad between you, how can he still… you know? Cressida said he’s been daydreaming about her

face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and envy. She had been married, had known a man’s touch. Though her legs were gone, her desires were not. Many a night, beneath the stark white

control

his

hung in the air, the elevator dinged open, and

Sullivan,

birth control

brows lifted, and his gaze locked

bag back to Megan, “Mrs.

thank you. She turned to her husband, her expression calm, “Sullivan, I’m guessing you’re not here for my