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She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 718

As soon as the words left his mouth, the alcohol dragged him under once again. He drifted into a heavy sleep, the crushing grip on her wrist slowly loosening.

Lyra gently pulled her hand free and sat on the edge of the bed. Staring at the sleeping man, a complicated swirl of emotions churned in her chest.

...

When Rowan finally blinked his eyes open from his hangover, he looked down to find a tiny, messy head of hair resting peacefully against his chest.

Pip tilted his little face up, his big round eyes sparkling brightly. The moment he saw Rowan was awake, he cheered in an excited whisper, "Dad... you're awake!"

Rowan was usually an early riser, so it was incredibly rare for Pip to catch his father sleeping in this late.

A wave of tenderness washed over Rowan, and a soft smile curved his lips. He reached out to ruffle his son's soft hair, coaxing gently, "Good boy. Up you go, Dad needs to put a shirt on."

Pip scrambled off the bed on all fours, staring up at him with those massive, curious eyes. Rowan sat up and haphazardly threw on a t-shirt. A dull ache from the hangover still throbbed at his temples, but looking at his tiny son made most of his foul mood vanish.

"Where's Mom?"

Pip stuck out a chubby little finger, pointing toward the hallway.

Rowan gave his son's head one last affectionate rub before heading to the master bathroom to wash up. The grogginess from the alcohol hadn't fully faded, but splashing cold water on his face brought him back to reality.

Lyra walked into the bedroom to scoop Pip up, pausing when she saw Rowan was already awake. "Do you remember anything about being completely wasted last night?"

"My memory isn't as good as yours. As far as I'm concerned, yesterday is already ancient history."

"So you're saying you forgot about hugging a pillar and crying for your mom?"

"Impossible," Rowan deadpanned.

"And you forgot about begging to be my pathetic little lapdog for the rest of your life?"

Rowan shot her a flat look. "..."

A brief flash of awkwardness crossed his face before he smoothly changed the subject. "I'm going to take a shower. Are you hoping to catch me naked?"

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