She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 146

They chatted in the front seats, their tone familiar and natural. Occasionally, Jasmine let out a silvery laugh.

Lyra remained silent the entire ride, staring down at her phone, so quiet she might as well have been invisible.

Finally, they arrived at the Jameson Residence.

Lyra was the first to push the car door open and step out.

The staff were already waiting nearby.

Lyra walked briskly inside.

Choking back her disgust, she put in a good word for Jasmine with Alistair Jameson. She held the old man's arm gently, assuring him that Jasmine was a close friend who had absolutely no idea about Lyra's past engagement to Rowan.

Alistair simply looked at her. When she finished, he waved his hand, dismissing her.

By the time Lyra came back out, Jasmine was sitting on the sofa. The butler was just handing her a teacup. Spotting Lyra, he quickly offered, "Miss Fairchild, I'll bring you some drink right away."

"No thank you," Lyra said, turning to leave.

Right then, Maisie Sutton ran into the room. "Hey, darling!"

Jasmine responded with a bright, welcoming smile.

"Lyra," Maisie clarified, immediately linking arms with Lyra.

Lyra tried to pull away, but Maisie's grip was surprisingly tight.

Left with no choice, she gave a cool nod of acknowledgment.

Jasmine stiffened for a split second, clearly caught off guard that Maisie's enthusiastic greeting hadn't been meant for her.

Jasmine shot a glance at Lyra. Since when were Maisie and Lyra so close?

Hadn't they always been at each other's throats?

"What's gotten into you?" Vivienne Jameson scolded as she walked in from behind, frowning at the scene. "You haven't seen Jasmine in so long. You do realize she's going to marry your cousin, right?"

Jasmine offered a polite smile.

Compared to a teenager's petty slight, Vivienne's validation carried far more weight.

"Oh," Maisie finally greeted Jasmine with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. "Hi, Jasmine."

Jasmine gave a faint, graceful nod in return.

Pleasantries out of the way, Maisie dragged Lyra over to the sofa, plunking down right next to her and pressing close.

Vivienne stared in speechless disbelief.

Lyra barely glanced at it and didn't bother replying.

It was obvious Rowan was willing to do whatever it took to win Alistair's approval of Jasmine.

He had likely bought the piece at auction himself and gifted it under Jasmine's name.

Maisie: [Lyra?]

Lyra finally typed back: [You don't need to tell me these things.]

Maisie sent a string of dot emojis.

After a moment, she followed up with: [Alright, goodnight then. Love you. xoxo]

Even at home, Lyra was glued to her laptop, deep in a work discussion with Alan, so she left the message on read.

She was still trying to adjust to the younger girl's sudden enthusiasm. In her past life, she and Maisie had barely interacted.

At first, Maisie had despised her, heavily influenced by her mother's prejudice. Later on, Maisie had been too consumed by her own tragic hospital visits and endless self-pity to care about anyone else.

Ever since Lyra had helped her that one time, Maisie had taken to spamming her with texts, completely undeterred by Lyra's lack of response.

With the whole ordeal finally settled, Lyra felt a wave of relief. The thought of never having to deal with the Jameson family again genuinely made her happy.