She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 207

"Let her go."

Rowan swept his gaze over the bodyguards holding Lyra.

The pressure abruptly vanished. Freed from their grip, Lyra swayed slightly before rushing to the desk and yanking the computer's power cord.

Rowan didn't bother pressing the issue. As he strode out of the room, his gaze casually drifted over her bed. The blankets were neatly folded, the soft lavender sheets looking plush and elegant. The entire room carried her distinct, alluring scent.

He paused. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a tiny, pearly white tooth resting on the edge of the desk.

Rowan walked over, reaching for the tooth, but Lyra snatched it up before he could.

"Did you get your tooth fixed? Let me see."

Lyra stared at him, bewildered.

Confusion swirled in her eyes. What kind of stunt was he pulling now?

The next second, his large hand gripped her jaw. It lacked the brutal, suffocating force he had used to choke her in her past life.

Presumably because of the lost tooth, he stubbornly insisted on inspecting her mouth. She had no idea why he suddenly wanted to play dentist.

Being this close, Lyra could clearly trace the sharp slope of his nose and the clean cut of his lips. But as he kept her jaw firmly pinned, it grew impossible to speak, and her breathing hitched as saliva pooled in her mouth.

Rowan's gaze grew heavy with an unspoken tension, but remembering he still needed to track down Caspian, he finally pulled his hand away.

Distinct red marks lingered on her radiant complexion where his fingers had gripped her, giving her a fragile, breathtaking vulnerability. Rowan stared at the marks and said,

"Your teeth seem fine now. Don't go trying to get revenge again."

With that, he turned and left.

Kayla watched him walk out in disbelief. "Lyra, are you okay?"

Lyra was just counting her lucky stars that he had cracked the password but hadn't actually opened her inbox. She hurriedly booted the computer back up to change her password, then immediately scrubbed the account clean.

She had zero desire to visit the Jameson estate to look for him.

Finally, on the third day—the weekend—Caspian reached out to her.

The moment they met up, she immediately noticed a dark, purplish bruise forming at the corner of his mouth. It was glaringly obvious.

Before she could even ask about it, Caspian casually brushed it off, claiming he had bumped into something by accident.

Afterward, the two of them walked side by side to the local racetrack.

The breeze blowing across the turf carried the scent of fresh grass and dirt. Lyra kept her gaze fixed on the horses warming up on the track.

The starter pistol suddenly cracked through the air, and eight racehorses shot out of the gates like arrows loosed from a bow.

Lyra watched in silence as a magnificent chestnut thoroughbred pulled far ahead of the pack.

Once the crowds began to disperse, she finally spoke. "I heard that the moment a person faces extreme danger, their adrenaline surges, making their body react with superhuman speed. They process things faster and move quicker than usual. Is that true?"