Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 137

In the dead of night, Sullivan stumbled into the Lowry Hospital, a steady stream of red soaking through his hastily buttoned dress shirt and chinos. The reason? Excessive blood loss.

No matter how much he tried to hide it, the scent of masculinity clung

endured before seeking medical help.

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him, a telltale sign of the physical ordeal he must have

The doctor, his expression a mixture of concern and disbelief, could only shake his head as he prepared to stitch the wound.

“Mr. Lowry,” the doctor said with a light cough, trying to sound as casual as possible, “If this happens again, you need to stop whatever sport you’re playing immediately and get to a hospital. These wounds can be dangerous if not treated promptly.”

“Can’t stop, Sullivan grunted, slumping against the couch and casting a sidelong glance at Megan, who had accompanied him. Her presence was a surprise – perhaps she was there to gloat over his misfortune.

Megan, seemingly uninterested in his plight, scrolled through her phone.

help but wonder if she was exchanging sweet nothings with that

without looking at him, “Not everyone is as sleazy

scoffed, “Sleazy or not,

marriage, hastily finished

A scar or two doesn’t matter,” Sullivan responded nonchalantly as the doctor internally lamented the waste of

He had ho are

with him, but she felt she had done her duty for the day. As Sullivan settled in, she

tinged with a mixture of hope

rest. Besides, Cressida is here. She can wheel herself in any time to check on you. It would be

icy, “I should give you a medal –

you and Cressida play your little games. I just

spoke with a cold rationality, “Enough, Sullivan. This is pointless. The love and wrongs between

made her pale face seem even more delicate as she continued, “The shares I hold in The Lowry Group are worth a fortune. Help my

void

gaze