She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 121

She walked into the CEO's office. As she pushed the door open, she saw Rowan Jameson turning his head slightly to listen to Jasmine Ford.

It was likely about work, as both of their eyes were fixed on the documents on the desk. However, Jasmine's long, elegant hair brushed against his shoulder, adding an undeniable air of intimacy to the scene.

Lyra Fairchild paused in her tracks, secretly gritted her teeth, and stepped inside.

"Mr. Jameson, sorry to interrupt."

Hearing her voice, Jasmine closed the file but didn't move away. She leveled a crystal-clear gaze at Lyra.

"What is it?" Rowan asked coolly.

"The catering we booked for Caleb and Kayla's wedding was originally round tables, but now we want to change it to long tables for a semi-buffet. Could you please inform the hotel?"

Before Rowan could speak, Jasmine frowned and snapped, "You came all the way here for something so trivial? Shouldn't you just talk to the hotel directly?"

"Caleb is out of town on business, and the hotel staff probably wouldn't recognize me," Lyra replied, having already prepared her excuse.

Jasmine let out a soft scoff.

She knew exactly what the real reason was.

Why else would she personally report something so insignificant to Rowan?

She just wanted another excuse to see him.

Rowan's expression remained perfectly neutral as he looked at Lyra. "Alright, I'll let them know."

"I apologize for the hassle, but this is a crucial detail for Caleb and Kayla's big day, and we can't afford any mistakes. I'd prefer to wait until you make the call, Mr. Jameson."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Rowan stared at her for a few seconds before finally picking up the phone to call his hotel.

Receiving a direct call from Rowan, the hotel manager naturally agreed with the utmost respect, guaranteeing there would be no mistakes.

Lyra breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Mr. Jameson. Thank you, Miss Ford. Caleb and Kayla would be honored to have you both attend the wedding."

After delivering her polite formalities, she turned and left without waiting to see their reactions.

Jasmine was left utterly speechless.

Rowan glanced at Jasmine. If his memory served him right, Lyra used to affectionately call him "Rowan" and Jasmine "Jasmine" with sweet familiarity.

Now, her tone was strictly business.

Fortunately, he snapped out of his momentary madness within seconds and abruptly released her.

"Rowan has absolutely zero interest in you."

Lucas suddenly laughed. "You're still too young, you don't get it. A man actually needs to be turned on to do anything."

As he spoke, he stepped aggressively into her personal space.

Realizing what he was implying, Lyra's face drained of color. She took a swift step back and raised her hand in the same fluid motion.

A loud slap echoed through the stairwell. Lucas was caught completely off guard, a bright red handprint instantly blooming across his cheek.

The air in the stairwell seemed to freeze.

Lucas touched his stinging face in disbelief, his expression turning downright murderous.

Before he could even open his mouth to unleash his fury, the stairwell door pushed open.

Rowan and Jasmine stepped inside, having heard the commotion.

Noticing the bizarre tension in the air and how inappropriately close Lucas was standing to Lyra, Rowan narrowed his eyes in displeasure.