She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 329

Seeing them get up, a calculating glint flashed in Elara's eyes. "Watch this. Let me give her blind date a little push."

With that, she slipped out of her seat.

Lyra and Christian made their way down to the first floor and walked slowly toward the café exit.

Just as they stepped outside, a frantic figure suddenly charged out from around the corner, barreling straight toward Lyra without warning.

With her back to the corner, Lyra was completely caught off guard. She had no time to dodge.

Christian, who had been talking to her, saw the collision coming. Instinctively, he grabbed Lyra's wrist and yanked her forcefully toward him.

The sudden momentum threw Lyra off balance, and she tumbled directly against Christian's solid chest.

Elara immediately burst into an exaggerated, mocking laugh. "Oh my! So hopelessly in love already. Why don't you two just get married now?"

Christian instantly detected the venom laced in her words.

Realizing that his presence had turned Lyra into a target for public ridicule, a flash of annoyance crossed his face.

He carefully let Lyra go. "Do you know her?"

"I don't. I'm so sorry for dragging you into this. She might just have a grudge against me," Lyra explained, not wanting his ego to be bruised. "Let me treat you to dinner to make up for it."

Christian waved it off, completely unbothered. "It's not your fault, don't worry about it. And there's no need to buy me dinner as an apology. You did nothing wrong."

He paused, his gaze softening. "But since it is getting close to dinner time, if you're open to it, we could grab a bite as friends. No pressure."

Lyra blinked and nodded.

She ended up joining him for a meal.

...

Later, Andrea was genuinely terrified to show Rowan the latest batch of photos, but she slid the tablet forward anyway.

"Mr. Jameson, the man Miss Fairchild went on a date with today is Christian Cromwell. He owns a few galleries and two houses, but his assets don't even come close to the Fairchild family's."

As expected, Rowan fell into a chilling silence after swiping through the pictures.

"If you ask me, you shouldn't rush the poor girl into blind dates. If word gets back to Alistair Jameson that she's looking for suitors, it's going to cause a scandal and ruin both our families' reputations."

Delilah instantly read between the lines.

The Jameson family had clearly pulled strings. The Cromwells were terrified of crossing them and were using this as a disguised excuse to terminate the matchmaking arrangement.

After hanging up, Delilah only grew more furious the more she thought about it. When Caleb got home that evening, she vented her frustrations.

"If Rowan doesn't get married, is Lyra doomed to be linked to Caspian forever? Can she not go on dates, fall in love, or marry someone else?!"

Delilah just wanted Rowan to get married immediately. "At least he's engaged now. The wedding shouldn't be too far off."

Hearing this, Caleb instinctively glanced at Lyra.

Lyra was quietly eating some fruit, her eyes downcast. Her expression was entirely neutral, revealing no trace of emotion.

Rowan hadn't called or made a single move in days. It was as if nothing had ever happened between them.

On the surface, Caleb should have felt relieved. Yet deep down, an unexplainable anxiety lingered in his chest.