Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

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

Suddenly, she spoke softly, “Leo, | 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 hat 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.

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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.

Megan didn’t refuse this time.

Nodding, she settled into the car, which was warm, but it couldn't chase away the chill within her.

Back home, her phone displayed a message from Sullivan. He was apologetic for being too busy to keep her company.

The next morning, a top-tier luxury jeweler delivered a full set of ruby jewelry.

Judging by the quality and size, it was worth at least 50 million.

Megan accepted it, thanking Sullivan for remembering their anniversary amid his hectic schedule, saying she loved the gift.

After sending the message, she tossed the jewelry aside.

Sullivan didn’t reply, probably overwhelmed by Cressida’s health crisis, but Megan no longer cared as she was busy with her own things.

The next tthe couple met was on a Saturday afternoon.

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Sullivan returned at half-past four, his black Bentley pulling into the estate. An observant servant rushed to inform Megan on the third floor, her tone light, “Ma’am, Sir is back!” Megan was practicing the piano.

1/2 09:53 Chapter 123 Hearing the servant's words, she paused, contemplating that her husband was likely hto change before accompanying Cressida to Paxton’s private banquet, Megan found it ironic but still left her piano to greet Sullivan.

Descending to the second floor, she encountered her husband.

Their eyes met, the atmosphere charged with subtlety, It had been days since their last encounter, and Sullivan looked more haggard, a testament to Cressida’s dire condition and his exhaustive vigil by his lover's bedside.

After a moment, Megan said softly, “You're back.” Sullivan's gaze was profound.

They were adults; he couldn't treat Megan like a fool.

After sthought, he still tried to explain to Megan, “Her condition isn’t great, so... Megan, there's nothing between us!” Megan watched him quietly. Briefly, she smiled, sidestepping the subject. “You're back early. Does that mean you can make tfor my friend? | thought you'd be too busy, Sullivan.” She thought, if Sullivan were to tell her now that he was sorry but he had no tbecause he needed to be with Cressida, she would admire his honesty. She was willing to listen to his explanations, at least for a moment.

But there was none.

Sullivan stepped toward the hallway window, fishing out a cigarette from his pocket. After half a cigarette, he turned back to her with a detached tone, “Prepare a formal suit for me, will you? I've got to head to the office later.” Megan lowered her eyes, hiding her disappointment. She smiled understandingly. “Business must cfirst! I'll get your suit ready. By the way, will you be hfor dinner? | can ask Lila to...” 2/2

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