She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 711

That evening, Lyra was sitting on the edge of the bed building blocks with Pip when her phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Caleb. She picked it up, and Caleb's barely contained excitement poured through the speaker. He rambled on with endless gratitude, raving about how perfectly the suits fit and gushing over the watch. He called her the best sister in the entire world, thoroughly grossing her out with his sappy speech.

Hanging up without hesitation, Lyra put Pip to bed, washed up, and leaned against the headboard, flipping through a magazine to kill time.

Rowan had a business dinner, so he hadn't made it back for their meal. By the time he walked in, Lyra was just about to lie down and go to sleep.

The faint, crisp scent of alcohol lingered on his clothes. Afraid she was already asleep, he walked with incredibly light steps. Seeing her dark eyes still open, he walked up to the side of the bed and asked, "You're still awake? Were you waiting for me?"

Lyra rolled over, turning her back to him. "In your dreams."

A smile played in the man's eyes. His gaze swept over the nightstand, immediately landing on the exquisite little gift box.

He paused, picking up the box and looking at her. "What's this?" he asked softly.

"A gift for you." Lyra shot him a quick glance before quickly looking away.

Rowan opened it up and peeked inside. Utter joy instantly flooded his eyes. He reached down and scooped his wife into his arms, spinning her around in a circle as she let out a startled gasp, making her feel completely cherished.

Lyra instinctively gripped his collar, looking bewildered. "It's just a tie. Are you really that happy?"

Rowan gazed down at her, his eyes brimming with warmth. "I'm incredibly happy. It's a very handsome tie."

"That's good..." Lyra felt a tiny bit guilty. It was literally a free gift-with-purchase.

Before she could lower her eyes to avoid his gaze, Rowan dipped his head and gently pressed his lips against hers.

After kissing for a moment, Lyra pushed lightly against his chest. "How many female secretaries do you have?"

Rowan let out a low chuckle, the vibration of his chest rumbling against her skin.

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