Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 110

Sullivan was on the verge of speaking when the operating room door swung open.

The doctor stepped out, taking a deep breath of relief. “After a thorough stomach pump, the patient is out of danger now. Please rest assured, Mr. Lowry. Our hospital will fully cooperate with the authorities regarding this medical incident”

Sullivan’s expression was calm. Turning to Bianca, he gave his instructions, “Make the arrangements to transfer Cressida to the Lowry Hospital at dawn.”

Bianca, looking exhausted with dark circles under her eyes, nodded in agreement.

It was then that Dahlia spoke up, her voice tinged with concern, “Mr. Lowry, aren’t you staying with us? With our little Cressida? She just came back from death’s door, she needs you by her side!*

Bianca snapped at her, “Mr. Lowry isn’t a doctor!”

Dahlia fell silent, not daring to say another word.

Sullivan then turned to Begonia with a slight smile, “Rushed off my feet, I didn’t manage to soothe Megan properly. She’s probably sulking under the covers right now. Don’t worry, Begonia, I’m heading home to

sweet–talk her.”

He glanced at his watch.

“With seven hours before the morning rush, I reckon that’s plenty of time to charm a lady. A tiff between husband and wife is often short–lived. You know, Begonia, you really should consider tying the knot; then you’d understand the joys of having a wife.

His inimical words were laced with a hint of flirtation.

Begonia could definitely read between the lines.

Watching Sullivan’s figure, which was so noble and dignified, Begonia lowered his gaze with a smile. Sullivan himself hadn’t realized that his concern for Megan had long surpassed that of an ordinary couple. Those flirty remarks were nothing but a man’s possessive desire.

When Sullivan returned to his villa, it was 1 a.m.

The house was shrouded in darkness, and even the upstairs lights were out.

left the light

on the light, he sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off his shoes, and lay down beside

slightly, and he knew she wasn’t asleep, and she

either.

darkness, he whispered,

a while, she replied softly, “I was

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dun oft

before leaving. Megan struggled faintly under his touch, but he held her even tighter and his voice was husky

tone was as

deeply

him had faded, but at that moment, she felt a sudden urge to

tears. She was grateful the lights were off, which spared her the shame of being

her as if he was making a gesture that seemed both habitual and purely meant to comfort

soft cries.

slipped under the covers with

her silk

dressed in his shirt and belt, even with a faint scent of hospital antiseptic on him, reminding Megan where he had been. No matter how indifferent she tried to be,

over into his

spun as she

her delicate face, his voice a low growl, “You grabb weren’t clean, but because you find me dirty,

earlier not because

embarrassed. She turned her face away, her voice trembling

toward him. She couldn’t

lips tenderly until she cried, then he spoke softly

down