She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 225

Lyra got out of bed at seven this morning and was at the office by eight.

Since the highly publicized car race was over, she naturally no longer had a convenient excuse to practice her driving.

"Are you fully recovered from that stomach bug?" Caleb asked the moment he walked into the office, immediately following up with, "If I hadn't seen the news online, I wouldn't have even known you signed up for a car race. What exactly is going on?"

Lyra's tone was breezy. "It's nothing. I wasn't feeling well yesterday, so I just skipped the race."

Caleb figured that withdrawing for medical reasons was justifiable enough. The problem was that the entire internet was now convinced Lyra had backed out because she couldn't hold a candle to Jasmine, justifying Rowan's decision to break the engagement.

Frowning, Caleb asked, "Isn't there a saying about never fighting a losing battle? Even if you had shown up to race, did you actually think you could beat Jasmine?"

Of course, Lyra didn't think that.

She shook her head.

She had never planned on participating in the race to begin with. The whole thing was just a cover story to justify sneaking out early in the morning for driving practice.

After all, the powerful players involved in her real agenda were all incredibly sharp.

One wrong move, and they would instantly suspect her true motives.

If anyone discovered that she had only saved a life as a calculated move to get closer to power...

She would probably be locked up in an asylum.

...

It didn't matter how much the public mocked her. Her entire focus was on tomorrow.

"Don't do anything this impulsive again," Caleb said, his tone laced with exasperation as he couldn't resist throwing a little cold water on her. "It's a good thing you didn't race. If you had actually gotten on that track, you probably would have come in dead last."

"How are you feeling today? What did the doctor say?"

Remembering that she had called in sick the day before, Quentin assumed she just meant whenever she took personal days. Without giving it much thought, he replied, "Understood."

The next day.

Delilah noticed Lyra standing frozen in front of the memorial for a long time. Frowning in soft confusion, she asked, "Why have you been standing there paying your respects for so long today?"

Lowering her eyes, Lyra offered a faint smile. "I just wanted to spend a little more time talking to Dad."

After finishing her tribute, she walked into the living room and spotted Kayla sitting quietly on the couch. Hesitating for a moment, Lyra slowly walked over and sat down beside her.

"Kayla, my brother has such a normal personality, and he doesn't exactly stand out in a crowd... Why did you end up falling for him back then?"

Compared to a fiercely intimidating powerhouse like Waylon Grayson, her own brother was undeniably ordinary.

Hearing this, Kayla let out a soft laugh, her expression gentle and completely transparent. "Being around Caleb just feels grounding and comfortable. Some men might look incredibly handsome and successful, but they have this deep-seated coldness in their bones that keeps people at a distance. Caleb isn't like that. He's gentle, kind-hearted, and genuinely sincere. He's handsome in a solid, reliable way that makes a woman feel entirely secure, making her want to just stay by his side forever."