She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 701

On the drive back, Rowan commented, "Taking Pip out is actually quite exhausting."

"Let's just eat at home from now on."

"I didn't think Zane talked this much before. Why is he worrying so much about you? Won't his wife give him hell when they get home?"

Lyra sat in the backseat, holding a fast-asleep Pip. The little guy had knocked out the second he got in the car with a full stomach, his chubby face buried against her chest. "It was just a normal conversation."

"We were friends, after all."

Rowan let out a low scoff and chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Lyra glanced up at the man in the driver's seat.

"The kind of friend you wanted to marry?"

The car fell silent for a moment.

Lyra kept her eyes on Pip's adorable face, not even lifting her head. "We already have a baby, and you're still jealous over ancient history."

Rowan glanced in the rearview mirror and suddenly asked, "When did you first realize you had feelings for me?"

Lyra blinked, instinctively looking out the window. "This isn't the best time to talk about this while you're driving."

"I want to hear it."

It felt like a lifetime ago. After a moment of silence, Lyra slowly began. "When we were kids, you, Waylon, Lucas, and some other boys went hiking. I threw a tantrum and made you take me along. You carried me on your back for a while... but not long after you put me down, I fell into a fifteen-foot ditch. I was trapped at the bottom, crying. Everyone else was yelling about calling for help and waiting for rescue. You were the only one who slid down that steep drop to save me."

Lyra's eyelashes fluttered, her tone drifting into the past. "I guess... it was right around then."

Rowan, who had been focused on the road, looked at her through the rearview mirror. The lighting in the back was dim, masking her full expression, but he could sense the hurt and sorrow in her eyes.

Loving him had eventually become a suffocating source of pain for her.

The realization twisted like a serrated knife in his chest.

Rowan's grip on the steering wheel tightened, a deep, agonizing wave of regret crashing over him.

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