She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 569

After watching the family of three drive away, Lyra picked up her purse, preparing to leave as well.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Rowan slowly descending the staircase of the coffee shop. Her heart seized violently, her eyelashes trembling with sudden, overwhelming shock.

Rowan's gaze locked onto hers with absolute precision. His dark, bottomless eyes paused for a fraction of a second before he started walking toward her.

Lyra's body turned rigid. She lowered her heavy lashes, forcing her breathing to become impossibly quiet.

Standing a few feet away, the man's deep, resonant voice washed over her. "Miss Fairchild."

Lyra kept her eyes down and gave a stiff nod.

"I heard your father passed away," Rowan said. "My condolences."

A bizarre, creeping sense of unease slithered up Lyra's spine.

Stunned, her mind flooded with questions, leaving her frozen in place.

Was this real?

Did he truly not remember a single thing about that?

Her chest churned with a messy knot of emotions.

Then again, considering the sheer chaos his amnesia caused—billions of dollars in market value completely wiped out—she figured even he wouldn't orchestrate such a devastating financial loss just to play a sick prank.

Lyra slowly raised her eyes to look at the man, her voice slightly hoarse. "How many years of memory did you lose?"

The man's devastatingly handsome face was completely devoid of emotion. "A little over three years."

A little over three years of blank space. That meant in his mind, there was absolutely no trace of their exhausting, entangled history. And certainly no memory of those reckless, boundary-crossing nights.

Lyra felt an immense wave of relief.

Rowan asked, "Are you leaving? I can give you a ride."

"I... I drove here myself."

Seeing this, Caleb chuckled and teased, "Look how old you are, and you're still dropping your food. You're less coordinated than the toddlers."

"Did you fly all the way back just for that internet drama?"

"Yeah..."

When she had first seen those photos—her late father's memorial portrait thrown around online—she had been absolutely consumed by fury and booked a flight straight back. But now that she had calmed down, she realized she could have easily handled the lawyers and platforms remotely. There was zero need to return in person.

Lyra looked up at Caleb, her tone tinged with grievance. "Caleb, why didn't you step in and handle it first?"

"I was swamped. And I did message the platform asking them to delete it as soon as possible." Caleb had taken action, but he rarely possessed the ruthless follow-through required to squash things completely.

Delilah chimed in, "Young kids these days don't understand boundaries, they just want to look at handsome men. Thankfully, her parents have already personally apologized to me, so it's all resolved."

Just then, little Harry slipped out of his chair and toddled over to Lyra's legs, mumbling, "Hug... hug..." He tilted his head up and reached his chubby little arms out to her.

Lyra reached down and gently cupped Harry's cheek. In the past, she would have scooped the little guy up without a second thought. But now, pregnant and terrified that a flailing toddler might accidentally kick her stomach, she could only use her softest voice to coax him. "Harry, be a good boy. Go back to your chair, and Auntie will feed you, okay?"