"Why put yourself through all this?"
But faced with Lyra's pleading gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.
"Fine, I promise I won't bring it up on my own. But if they press me, I might not be able to hold out, and I'll have to tell them everything."
Lyra offered a radiant smile. "That's more than enough."
Thomas was about to say something else when his phone rang. Excusing himself, he stepped aside to take the call.
When he returned, his expression was serious.
"Lyra, something came up at home, and I need to head back to handle it. If you need anything, call me anytime."
Hearing this, Lyra didn't try to keep him and walked him to the door.
Watching his retreating figure, she slowly clenched her fists and finally voiced the question she had been dying to ask.
"Thomas... how is Lucas?"
Thomas paused and turned back to face her.
Under her intense gaze, he smiled a bit sadly. "I don't know the full details myself. Lucas has been stationed with the military ever since you got married. He hasn't been home in a very long time."
She had made such a massive scene back then; looking back now, they must all be so profoundly disappointed in her.
"Alright, I understand. Safe travels, Thomas."
Thomas nodded and turned toward the elevators.
Once he disappeared from sight, Lyra finally retreated back into her room.
Sitting on the sofa, her thoughts drifted back to when she was fourteen.
It was her freshman year of high school. She had been walking through an alley near the school when a group of thugs cornered her.
If Maxwell hadn't shown up that day, who knew what would have happened.
That was the day she met Maxwell, and the day she started falling for him.
That love had spanned over a decade.
She had loved him so much she completely lost herself.
Inside a lavishly decorated mansion, a man sat at the home bar, gently swirling the liquor in his glass.
He had a strikingly handsome face, featuring a sharp jawline paired with refined features.
Most captivating were his amber eyes, which looked exceptionally stunning under the overhead lights.
He downed his drink in one gulp, stood up, and strode over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the blooming gardenias in the courtyard.
"Long time no see."
He murmured thoughtfully, his gaze as unfathomable as an abyss, pulling anyone who dared to look straight in.
The photos of Maxwell and Aria had been trending online for days before Aria's agency finally issued a statement clarifying the situation.
Right on its heels, they announced a massive luxury brand endorsement.
With that contract, Aria officially secured her place among the top-tier celebrities.
And all of these resources, unsurprisingly, had been handed to her by Maxwell.
Since that was the case, Lyra didn't mind throwing a little fuel onto the roaring fire of Aria's career.

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