Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 164

Sullivan’s gaze was deep and penetrating

His voice was gentle as he spoke, “Megan, how about we start with Shirley? I entrust it to you. You can raise it however you wish; I just play the role of the dad here all decisions are yours.”

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When men like Sullivan turned on their charm, it was hard for anyone -resist

Especially since evening a dog like Shirley had been Megan’s childhood dream!

But she knew she had to let go, let go of her past dreams, let go of her feelings for Sullivan, and step by step, walk away from his world, towards a life that was truly her own

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Tears welled up in her eyes.

Sullivan stood in the wind, watching Megan’s tears.

Even though he knew she was putting on a show, he was slightly moved. He liked talking to Megan, liked watching her softly speak her mind, even if what she said was unpleasant, even if she was talking about leaving him.

Shirley, the dog in his arms, gave a soft bark

Sullivan was about to get into his car when he heard a scream from the hallway, it was Cord’s voice.

“Ambulance! We need an ambulance! Someone help carry him down.”

Sullivan immediately put Shirley into the car, leaving the window cracked open, and after a glance at Cora, he ran towards the Quigley family’s apartment, choosing to take the stairs as the elevator was out of order.

The door was wide open. Joseph had suffered a heart attack.

He was lying unconscious on the living room floor; Megan was performing CP pressed down forcefully, calling out “Dad” in a trembling voice.

on him. Tears filled her eyes as her delicate hands

“Let me!”

Sullivan, who had studied medicine before switching to finance, took off his jacket and gently tapped Megan’s hands to let her know to step back. His expenise was evident, and soon Joseph was breathing again.

“Dad” Megan cried out in relief, overwhelmed with fear,

Joseph opened his eyes to see his daughter and Sullivan by his side.

Sullivan also sighed in relief and, taking out his phone, he made a call. “Get an examination room ready at the hospital, we’ve got patient coming in.”

The person on the other end responded promptly. “Yes, Mr. Lowry!”

After handing the phone to Megan, Sullivan gently lifted Joseph and carried him down the stairs.

Without an elevator carrying a grown man down several nights of stairs was no easy feat. By the time Sullivan reached the bottom, his shin was drenched in sweat, but he didn’t even pause to wipe it off,

urging a frantic Cora. Follow behind and make sure he doesn’t fall!“ He then instructed Megan to get into the car, telling her to take care of the dog.

The black Bentley sped off into the night towards the Lowry Hospital.

Thanks to timely intervention and the best medical team, Joseph was out of danger, needing only a few days in the hospital to recover fully.

Late at night, Megan stayed by her father’s bedside.

Seeing Megan’s dark circles, Cora felt a pang of sympathy, “Go home and rest, Ill stay with your dad. If not, the nurses are here too.” But Megan wouldn’t hear of it, softly shaking her head, “I want to stay with Dad.”

Just then, Sullivan came in.

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He was carrying several containers of food, specially prepared by the hospital for its executives, nutritious and delicious. He set the meal boxes and gently suggested, “Cora, you should eat, too. Il take Megan next door to rest.”

Cora was truly grateful for everything he had done today. She quickly stood, “Sullivan, you’ve been such a help today!” Sullivan detected the formality in her voice and replied with a restrained, “Megan and I are married! Cora, please, don’t be formal.” With that, he wrapped an arm around Megan’s shoulders, leading her away with a firmness that allowed no objection.

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Megan didn’t resist.

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Megan’s voice was a whisper don’t know what you want, but all can offer is my body Sullivan, I don’t know what you want from this attempt to close the distance between us now, but I’d rather give you this than owe you emotionally. Let’s just get this over with so we

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Her words were straightforward, yet coming from a woman of good standing, they were faden with shame

Sullivan took a sip of water from a mug nearby, then set it down, looking at her silhouette

Then, with a hint of stemness, he said. “You were about to offer your body, right? Why don’t you turn around? How am I supposed to be tumed on if I can’t see you

Megan’s fingers curled tighter, and slowly, she turned to face him

Sullivan leaned forward slightly, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped in front of him in a pyramid shape

There was a restrained sensuality about him

He watched Megan’s blushing face, his voice soft, “Take off your shoes, come here, and sit on my LAP