She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 162

Jasmine didn't think it was Lyra trying to interfere, but rather Lucas.

She had heard that Lucas ordered a lavish spread of ridiculously expensive dishes at her restaurant the other day. Even right before he broke up with his ex-girlfriend, he hadn't ordered anything nearly that extravagant.

Could Lucas actually have feelings for Lyra? Was it possible she wasn't entirely insignificant to this elite circle of men?

That made sense. After all, Lyra had grown up alongside Rowan and the others.

Spending that much time together was bound to leave a lasting emotional impact.

But to say Lucas liked Lyra? That was completely impossible.

Lucas had always been the one to antagonize Lyra the most, constantly humiliating her. When had he ever shown a shred of affection?

There was no way he harbored feelings for her!

Reassured by this thought, Jasmine told Elara, "Don't worry about it for now. Just remember to ask your dad for the money and transfer it to him. A woman's most important asset is her self-respect!"

Left with no choice, Elara returned home, asked her father for the money, and wired it to Lucas.

However, Lucas never replied to her text, nor did he accept the transfer.

Once the twenty-four hours passed, the funds automatically bounced back to her account.

Elara was absolutely thrilled. She felt like she had unlocked a whole new understanding of what a 'good man' was. Lucas was leaps and bounds better than the stingy college boys she was used to dealing with.

She couldn't help the giddy flutter in her chest. Lucas was undeniably handsome, with that roguish charm, and he was generous. If only he could be her boyfriend.

By then, Jasmine would be Mrs. Jameson. And she would be Mrs. Chavez.

They would be an unstoppable powerhouse duo...

Elara couldn't even fathom how perfectly happy her life was about to become.

...

The following evening.

Commissioner Jameson and his wife were out at a social event. Rowan was scrolling through emails on his phone at home when a call came in from the company's administrative department. "Mr. Jameson, could you come in for a moment?"

"An employee named Bob Miller made a fatal, negligent error. He sent the deprecated version of our files to the client."

The project had initially boasted a highly promising future, but due to hidden technical patent flaws, the company had already scrapped it.

Yet somehow, it had found its way into the client's hands.

As the thought crossed her mind, the corners of her lips twitched upward involuntarily. She was a fraction of a second away from laughing right in his face.

Rowan lowered his gaze, catching her subtle reaction perfectly.

"Are you happy?"

Lyra panicked, suddenly realizing he had spotted her. "I'm not..."

"You're not?" Rowan took a calculated step forward, staring her down as a suffocating pressure washed over her. "I just saw you smile."

"You must have seen wrong." Lyra looked away. "I just needed to borrow your restroom."

Rowan's jaw remained tight. He turned sideways, brushing past her, and said coldly, "A young lady shouldn't be out this late."

With that, he walked out the door.

Caspian walked in from the back and asked the maid, "Where is my brother going at this hour?"

The maid had no idea.

After using the restroom, Lyra promptly left and drove home, though a bright, airy smile remained hidden on her lips for the entire drive.