Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 123

Megan descended the stairs and slid into the car, her gloomy aura unmistakable. The driver, noting her mood, spoke in a hushed tone, “Ma’am, shall we head home now?”

Seated silently, Megan gazed through the window at the night, the sparse neon lights flickering in the darkness.

Suddenly, she spoke softly, “Leo, I need a walk. Take the car back, will you?”

The driver, Leo, furrowed his brow. “I can’t do that, ma’am. It’s the dead of night, and for you to be out alone… Sir would be worried sick!”

Megan offered a faint smile. “How would he know?”

Leo clamped his mouth shut, remembering the whispers among the servants about the estate’s master, who often didn’t return home at night. It was impossible he knew nothing. Yet, Leo was genuinely concerned, so while Megan walked alone on the streets, he trailed behind in the car.

Megan lost track of how long she walked.

At two in the morning, she found herself beside the city’s graffiti wall, a kaleidoscope of silly love confessions. She crouched down, gently touching a small spot in the lower–left corner.

[Megan loves Sullivan forever.]

Staring quietly, her eyes moistened. Her youthful affection for Sullivan had been truly precious, yet after all these years, cherished by no one, it had nowhere to belong.

In the still of the night, concerned she might catch a chill, the driver urged her to return.

refuse this

was warm, but it couldn’t chase

He was apologetic for being too busy to

morning, a top–tier luxury jeweler delivered

and size, it was worth at

thanking Sullivan for remembering their anniversary amid

sending the message, she

probably overwhelmed by Cressida’s health crisis, but Megan no longer

couple met

half–past four, his black Bentley pulling into the estate. An observant servant rushed to inform Megan on

was practicing the

1/2

09:53

Chapter 123

she paused, contemplating that her husband was likely home to change before accompanying Cressida

but still left her

floor, she encountered

met, the atmosphere charged

more haggard, a testament to Cressida’s dire condition and his