She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 122

As Lucas lowered his hand from his face, Jasmine let out a sharp gasp. "Lucas, your face!"

They had heard a noise from outside, but they never expected the sound of the slap to be real.

Lucas had actually been hit!

Rowan looked at Lyra with an icy, unreadable expression. "Did you do this?"

Lyra pressed her lips together. A flash of humiliation crossed her features, but she quickly masked it behind a facade of indifference.

Lucas stayed silent. He had his pride to protect and certainly wasn't about to admit he had been struck by Lyra.

For the first time, he completely ignored Jasmine's words.

Jasmine frowned, her gaze shifting from Lucas to Lyra.

Did she really do it?

How dare she?

In the past, Jasmine had heard that Lyra would bend over backward to please Waylon Grayson and Lucas, all just to win points with Rowan.

Lyra had already regained her composure and turned to leave.

As she brushed past Rowan, he spoke in a frigid tone. "You seem pretty used to slapping people. Lots of practice?"

Lyra froze, a sudden thought hitting her.

Every hair on the back of her neck stood up in alarm.

Mustering all her courage, she lifted her chin and spoke with brazen arrogance. "I beat the maids and housekeepers at home every single day. If things don't go my way, I smash plates and throw fits. So yes, I have plenty of practice."

Without waiting to see their reactions, she turned on her heel and marched away.

Jasmine felt a strange sense of unease. Lyra had always been desperate to maintain a perfect, sweet image in front of Rowan. Why on earth would she purposely ruin her own reputation like that?

It was as if she truly didn't care anymore. She didn't give a damn what Rowan thought of her.

Jasmine was swamped with mixed emotions.

She had no idea what was going on with Lyra, but she was finding it increasingly impossible to read the other woman.

Lately, Rowan had been treating her incredibly well.

He spoiled her and protected her.

In the dream, Lyra trembled violently, on the verge of suffocation. She forced out a raspy scream with the last ounce of her strength. "How... how dare you... Lucas!"

"Ah!"

Lyra bolted upright in bed, her chest heaving as a cold sweat drenched her nightgown.

She let out quiet, ragged sobs in the dark.

A moment later, the bedroom fell silent again.

Martha, the housekeeper, heard the noise and gently pushed the door open. She clicked on the warm bedside lamp, her heart breaking at the sight of the terrified girl. "Lyra, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Lyra shook her head slowly. "I'm just really tired lately."

Seeing her pale lips, Martha quickly turned and poured her a glass of water. "It's because Caleb is away on business, and all the company's burdens are resting on your shoulders. That's why you can't sleep peacefully. Don't worry, he'll be back soon."

Lyra took small sips from the glass, her voice barely a whisper. "Martha, please don't tell my parents. I don't want them to worry. I'm completely fine."

"Alright, whatever you say. Just finish your water and lie back down. You'll feel better."

Martha waited until she was tucked back in before turning off the light and quietly slipping out.