She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 458

Speaking up would be entirely pointless.

...

After leaving the Jameson estate, Lyra returned to work.

Throughout the day, Jasmine flooded her phone with cryptic, ambiguous messages.

Lyra ignored every single one of them.

The next day, Rowan reached out to her.

He had likely heard about her visit to the estate from his grandfather.

That evening, they went to a high-end restaurant inside a luxury hotel. As always, he had rented out the entire venue.

While they waited for the food to arrive, Lyra finally texted Jasmine, telling her to bring the crown and sending over the hotel's address.

As for the room number...

She didn't know it yet.

Lyra knew there was a high probability Rowan would discover the deception almost immediately.

But her only job was getting Jasmine into that room. What happened next...

That wasn't her problem.

In her past life, Rowan had been ruthless enough to effortlessly hand her off to Lucas Chavez, grinding her dignity into dust. In this life, why shouldn't she hand Jasmine straight into Rowan's bed?

She knew how venomous and calculating Jasmine was. This stunt might just give Jasmine exactly what she wanted—a chance to sink her claws back into Rowan and rekindle their broken romance.

But even if they got back together, Lyra had cemented herself as a thorn in their sides—one they could never pluck out.

They would never enjoy the comfortable, sickeningly sweet romance they had in her previous life.

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Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's neon lights sprawled like a winding river, offering a breathtaking view of the bustling nightlife.

The atmosphere at the table was quiet. "I heard you visited my grandfather at the estate yesterday," Rowan murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

He lifted his gaze to look at the woman across the table, a fleeting, almost imperceptible warmth in his eyes. "I'm touched that you went out of your way to check on my family."

Back in college, a look like that would have sent Lyra's heart racing, leaving her utterly breathless.

Now, she merely blinked, reaching for the bottle to pour him another glass.

Rowan placed a hand over the rim of the glass, shifting his gaze to a nearby server. "Let them handle it. I don't want my woman serving me like this."

Catching his cue, the waiter rushed forward to handle the wine.

Lyra didn't argue. For the rest of the meal, Rowan did almost all the talking.

Lyra sat quietly, listening, though her heart felt like a barren wasteland. If it weren't for the horrific, deeply ingrained trauma of her past life, she might actually have been fooled by this facade of gentleness, living a blissful, easy life.

But she was a woman reborn.

And she would remember, until her dying breath, that Rowan Jameson was her ultimate enemy.

Once dinner wrapped up, Rowan effortlessly grabbed the shawl draped over her chair. He leaned in, wrapping it snugly around Lyra's shoulders and adjusting the fabric.

"I'll take you home."

Lyra lowered her eyes, her fingers absently tracing the soft fringe of the shawl. "I got into a fight with my family today. I don't want to go back."