She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 493

Rowan followed them into the Fairchild house.

Lyra walked in empty-handed, having weaponized both cups of coffee against Rowan.

When she saw Kayla, she offered an apologetic look. "Kayla, I'm so sorry. I accidentally dropped the coffee."

"Oh, don't worry about it! It's my fault for asking you to grab coffee in this freezing weather," Kayla said, gently brushing the snow off Lyra's puffer jacket. She blinked in surprise as Rowan walked in behind her.

Rowan was already unbuttoning his coat. The dark coffee stain had bled deep into the light gray wool, making it impossible to ignore.

"Mr. Jameson had an accident with his coat," Martha quickly explained.

Kayla immediately reached for it. "Washing and drying this will take a bit of time. Please, have a seat, Mr. Jameson."

"I appreciate it." Rowan glanced at Lyra. She was busy taking off her own jacket, completely ignoring him. The second she was out of her outerwear, she headed straight upstairs.

She didn't spare him a single glance.

"Your cards, Mr. Jameson," Kayla said, thoughtfully returning his belongings from the pockets before taking the coat away.

"Thank you."

"Please, make yourself at home."

Rowan waited downstairs for a short while. Delilah eventually came out to greet him, warmly insisting he stay for dinner before heading toward the kitchen to check on Martha and the staff.

Not one to sit aimlessly in the living room, Rowan wandered up to the second floor and found Lyra in the nursery. She was leaning over a crib, gently poking the soft cheeks of one of the newborn twins.

Leaning against the doorframe, Rowan let out a dry sigh. "You won't wash my clothes, and instead make Kayla do your dirty work?"

Lyra didn't even look up. Her eyes remained glued to the baby. "It's just getting tossed in a washing machine. Anyone can press a button."

Rowan stepped slowly into the room. "Technically, you should be the one pressing it."

Lyra didn't bother replying. As she scooped up her soft, chubby nephew, her expression melted into a tender smile.

The maternity nurse standing nearby couldn't stop staring at Rowan, utterly captivated. She had never seen a man this handsome in her life.

He could just drive straight to the Blackwood Manor garage. Or have someone bring him a new coat.

Rowan was already walking toward the door with the baby. He glanced over his shoulder, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "What's wrong with staying for a meal?"

As they headed downstairs, Caleb had just arrived home.

He looked surprised to see Rowan.

Seeing the two of them each holding a baby made them look exactly like a pair of new parents.

"Our Harry must be lucky to be held by the great Mr. Jameson himself," Caleb joked, taking his son from Rowan's arms. "So? How's the parenting experience? Making you want to settle down and have a few of your own?"

Rowan locked eyes with Lyra and smiled. "Actually, yes."

Delilah was walking out of the dining room with a welcoming smile, about to call everyone to the table. But as her gaze swept over Rowan, her smile completely vanished.

She saw exactly how Rowan was looking at Lyra. It was the heavy, scorching gaze of a man consumed by desire and ruthless possession—a man who intended to take what he wanted.