Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 132

Clutching his phone, he headed back to the bedroom, where Megan was still in bed, pretending to be asleep. He softened his voice, “I’ve got to head out. Can you throw together an outfit for me?”

“Do it yourself!” Her voice was hoarse with sleep. “Sullivan, from now on, I’m not handling your personal life. Hire someone for your clothes and accessories. If it comes to it, bring Bianca over, pay her well to take care of it.”

Sullivan frowned, displeased. “I don’t like others meddling in my private affairs!”

Silence filled the bedroom,

After a moment, Megan’s voice was scratchy. “Well, then dislike it! I won’t do it. If you think it’s a waste of money to keep me around, go ahead, divorce me. Sullivan, I don’t need to be Mrs. Lowry!”

Sullivan stood silently. He thought he understood Megan’s point. She would stay and be Mrs. Lowry, but she wouldn’t serve him anymore. She wouldn’t even mind if Bianca became a part of their lives… She really didn’t see him as a husband anymore, did she? In her mind, it probably didn’t matter; he was a womanizer, and one more or less made no difference to him!

With a cold snort, Sullivan retorted, “You sure have a way of thinking!”

that, he went to the walk–in closet to

Megan didn’t

trip to the hospital, not

be in the oppressive atmosphere of a

hospital, he settled into

of their wedding photo and Megan’s diary. Despite the damage, Sullivan had found the best restorer and personally

coffee shop, with the aroma of coffee lingering in the air, Sullivan sat cross–legged, staring intently at the restorer across

a smile, “Mr. Lowry, these items don’t hold any collectible value. The photo, yes,

“These items are very important to

sincerity, he slid a check for ten million across the

Kieran, sighed softly, “I’ll do my best. But Mr. Lowry, I can mend the paper, not

moment, Sullivan felt