She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 259

Leo whispered, "Same here..."

Just then, a line of servers poured in, delivering plate after plate of exquisite courses. Lyra's eyes shifted, noticing the heavy security presence standing nearby.

She felt a prickle of unease. Rowan rarely brought bodyguards unless he was traveling or dealing with high-risk business. Why today...?

Sure enough, halfway through the meal, someone suggested hitting the golf course afterward, but Rowan announced he had a flight to catch that afternoon.

At that moment, Lyra glanced up toward Waylon.

She dabbed her mouth with a napkin and asked Leo, "Do you have Waylon's contact info? I need to ask him about something."

"Yeah, I can send it to you. But wouldn't it be better to just ask him now? He's sitting right there," Leo pointed out.

Leo started to raise his voice. "Waylon—"

Lyra viciously stomped on his dress shoe under the table, hissing, "Shut up! There are too many people around."

"Why do you want his number? Planning a confession?" Maddie mumbled through a mouthful of food.

Fortunately, the table was long enough that the other end couldn't hear them.

Lyra felt a headache building, terrified they were going to cause a scene. "Enough. Stop talking and just eat."

With that, she lifted her bowl and took a slow sip of soup.

Rowan's gaze had locked onto Lyra.

Flanked by Leo on her left and Maddie on her right, the three of them seemed to be in their own little world, clearly enjoying themselves.

Her lips were a natural, soft cherry blossom pink, flushed and plush, glistening slightly from the soup she had just sipped. They looked incredibly inviting, dangerously sweet.

Rowan's grip on his wine glass tightened dangerously.

He felt his control slipping.

For the past few nights, his dreams had been consumed by her, her voice dripping with honey as she called his name... What the hell was he waiting for...

The memory of claiming those lips until they were bruised red, and then...

*CRACK—*

The crystal goblet shattered in his fist.

The sharp sound sliced through the chatter as dark red wine and shards of glass exploded across the white linen.

The sudden violence stunned the entire table into silence, every eye snapping toward the head of the table.

The two of them were leaning over Lyra, whispering furiously back and forth. It was impossible for her to ignore them.

And Leo's theory sounded entirely too plausible.

As Rowan walked out, both Maddie and Leo blatantly checked him out. Even Lyra couldn't stop herself from glancing down at his waist.

But there was absolutely no way she believed Leo's theory...

He...

Just as she looked, Rowan glanced back over his shoulder, his gaze predatory and sharp as a blade.

All three of them instantly assumed he was glaring at them and slammed their heads down in terror. Maddie gritted her teeth. "Damn you, Leo! If you're trying to get me killed, give me a heads-up! My mom warned me never to cross him. I'm going to beat you to a pulp—oh, wait... Lyra, I'm not trying to trigger your trauma. I just mean Leo needs to stop getting us in trouble! By the way, Jasmine is here today. Should we corner her and jump her when she's alone?"

Seeing Rowan disappear from his peripheral vision, Leo popped his head back up. "Tsk, tsk. Jasmine just ran out after him. Sparks are about to fly, huh?"

Hearing this, Maddie peeked up and saw that Jasmine had indeed bolted out after him in a panic.

Lyra suddenly lost her appetite. She tugged at Maddie's sleeve. "Let's get out of here."

Leo sprang up, tossing his napkin on the table. "I'm going to go verify my theory. Wait for me!"