She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 176

"It's fine..." Rowan Jameson finally dialed back his intensity, walking out with Jasmine Ford. "There were just a few things I needed to clarify."

"And did you?"

Whether he did or not didn't matter. Jasmine just didn't want him and Lyra maintaining this ambiguous connection.

Rowan gave a curt nod.

When they returned to their seats, a collective sigh of relief washed over the table. Nobody wanted the social hierarchy upended, least of all Lucas Chavez. He absolutely refused to watch Lyra get tangled up with Rowan right under his nose.

As the dinner party wound down, Leo Chavez specifically flagged down Waylon Grayson. "Waylon, Lyra came straight from the airport. She doesn't have her car. Could you give her a ride home?"

Waylon didn't hesitate. "Sure."

Lyra slid into Waylon's passenger seat. The drive was draped in total silence.

She had always noticed how reserved Waylon was; he was the type of man who usually faded into the background.

Yet, it was this exact quiet man who had loaned her millions of dollars when she had hit rock bottom.

Even though Leo had been the middleman, and Waylon was likely just doing his buddy a favor—

The only sound in the cabin was the low hum of the engine. Breaking the silence, Lyra asked softly, "Waylon, is there... someone you're in love with?"

Waylon's grip on the steering wheel tightened. He kept his gaze locked on the road ahead, letting a few seconds of heavy silence pass before answering. "Yeah. But she's married."

...

After that night, Rowan didn't contact Lyra again. It seemed he had finally backed off.

Lyra smoothly transitioned back into her work routine, finding her peace. She left early, stayed late, and Rowan's radio silence played perfectly into her hands.

A few days later, Lyra was in her office reviewing documents.

Everyone in the company knew that Rowan was once Lyra's fiancé, only to be snatched away by another woman. At Elara's blatant provocation, several sets of eyes darted their way, and whispers rippled through the open floor.

Lyra stared her down coldly. "Good for him. But what does that have to do with me?"

Catching the tension, Secretary Montgomery's expression tightened. He immediately stepped forward, politely but firmly escorting Elara out of the building.

Elara strutted off with her head held high in victory.

Secretary Montgomery turned back apologetically. "I'm so sorry, Miss Fairchild. I had no idea she..."

"It's fine," Lyra interrupted. "But from now on, if she shows up, security stops her at the door."

With that, she returned to her office and buried herself back in her paperwork.

Those tiny, annoying remnants of emotion regarding Rowan that Elara had tried to stir up barely registered. She shoved them down effortlessly, leaving her mind completely undisturbed.