Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

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Chapter 145 Alter waving goodbye to Cressida, Sullivan made his way back to the master bedroom on the second floor He contemplated calling Megan down for dinner, realizing it had been ages since they'd shared a proper meal together. He was determined to make things right with her from now on.

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Pushing open the bedroom door, he saw the gifts he had given her carelessly piled in a corner, a clear sign of how she had discarded his affections. Sullivan knew Megan did this on purpose, she was returning the treatment she had received from him in the past. It was just tit for tat Frons the walk in closet, there cthe faint sound of someone packing. Sullivan hastened over Indeed, Megan was there, a suitcase open as she filled it with clothes, accessories, and her usual belongings- everything stuffed to the brim Sullivan watched, feeling a sharp pain in his eyes With a swift move, he grabbed her wrist, pulling and pushing her down onto the sofa, his body close and his voice dangerously low. Where do you think you're going?” Megan didn’t struggle. She looked up at Sullivan, observing the urgency and anxiety in his eyes as if he truly cared about her.

She reached out with her slender fingers, gently tracing the contours of his face. “So, you're done talking to her? Made her feel all better?” Sullivan was infuriated! He caught her hand to stop the teasing caress and said gruffly, “I’m arranging for her to get treatment abmad” Megan looked surprised, then smiled serenely. “How noble of you, hiding your mistress away in comfort! How quaint!” Sullivan leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a firm bite. “Don’t twist my words.” Her gaze turned cool. “Am | twisting them, Sullivan? You have no ties to her yet you insist on helping her through her illness. her sickbed, holding her close in sweet embrace. How can you say I'm twisting your words?” A photograph was thrust against Sullivan's chest.

Frowning, he took it and then froze You stay by It was him and Cressida. He was asleep on the somber grey couch of the hospital room, a blanket over him, and Cressida was resting. against his shoulder, having captured this tender moment To any onlooker, they would appear to be a couple in love, especially with the look of adoration in Cressida’s eyes-a look that couldn’t be faked Sullivan was certain, there had never been anything between him and Cressida “Where did this photo cfrom?” he asked Megan.

Her silence was all the answer he needed. It wasn’t Cressida’s provocation: Megan had bought this... likely as leverage for a divorce Sullivan tore the photograph, standing up, his tone icy. “I won't divorce you. Not now, not ever!! He walked away, slowly making his way to the door Behind him, Megan's voice was equally cold. “Sullivan, whether we divorce or not isn’t so important toanymore. When you love someone, you think of them to the ends of the earth. When you despise someone, even sharing a bed... is like living in separate worlds” Sullivan paused.

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With his long fingers, he gently stroked the metal doorknob, murmuring after a moment, “Then let's live in separate worlds under the sroof.” At least, Megan would be by his side.

At least, Megan would be in his bed.

Their evening ended on a sour note; they didn’t dine togeth together, and when they went to bed, they turned their backs to each other, As dawn barely broke, Sullivan awoke.

Reaching out, he found Megan's side of the bed empty Staring at the ceiling, he eventually got up, washed his face, and went downstairs to question the maid, who stuttered, “Mrs. Lowry left early this morning!” Sullivan turned to go back upstairs, tying the belt of his be tighter as he went, then stopped. “Did she take her own car?

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