She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 449

Lyra's mind went entirely blank. She blurted out, "Wait, isn't Sylvia Wynter supposed to be with your cousin...?"

"Not Sylvia. It's her younger sister," Maisie explained slowly. "Lena is sweet, gentle, and incredibly domestic. From what I heard my dad say on the phone, Lena went to his office every single day to bring him home-cooked meals and take care of him. She finally won him over, and now they're together."

Maisie paused, adding a reluctant dose of reality. "It sounds like it's a done deal. I've seen my dad ordering people to pick out a marital home for them lately. I don't know the exact details, but it's pretty much set in stone."

A deafening ringing filled Lyra's ears.

A woman's day-in, day-out devotion... that was something she had never given him. That must have been what finally cracked his armor. All Zane had ever wanted was warmth he could actually touch and feel.

"H-how did they even meet?"

It hadn't even been that long, yet they had already fallen in love.

"I think my cousin introduced them."

A suffocating wave of despair crashed into Lyra's chest, a heavy, agonizing pain spreading through her veins. The last traces of color vanished from her face, leaving behind an empty, shattered expression.

Seeing Lyra look like she was about to collapse, Maisie asked in confusion, "Are... are you okay?"

Lyra didn't even acknowledge her. She turned and drifted through the front doors of her home like a ghost.

...

The next day, Lyra had someone look into Zane's situation.

Word came back quickly. Two months after the Sutton Group officially recognized their eldest son, he had met the Wynters' second daughter on a blind date. Ever since they connected, the younger Wynter heiress had been showing up at the Sutton Group offices every single day.

Lyra's typically flawless, radiant complexion was covered by an unnatural, sickly pallor. Her lips lacked their usual color, and a deep, inescapable exhaustion clung to her eyes.

Andrea's sharp gaze immediately picked up on the shift. Frowning, she asked, "What's wrong with you? You look awful."

"It's nothing. Just eat."

Taking a bite of the exquisite food, Andrea let out a genuine sigh of appreciation. "Your chef really is in a league of their own."

She picked up her pace, eating with military efficiency.

After a brief silence, Andrea couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. She asked quietly, "Miss Fairchild, were you and Jasmine close friends in the past?"