She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 251

A sudden, shrill ringtone shattered the silence, and Rowan's bloodshot eyes snapped open.

His phone was ringing.

He didn't reach for it, but Lyra's restless arm flailed out and accidentally swiped to answer.

"Mr. Jameson, the doctor is here," Wesley's voice came through the speaker.

Rowan wasn't sure if he felt disappointed or relieved. He silently released the woman beneath him and let out a heavy sigh.

"Understood," he said, his voice incredibly hoarse.

There was a stunned pause on the other end before the call ended.

He adjusted Lyra's dress, then got out of bed to straighten his own clothes. Taking a deep breath, he waited a moment before cracking the door open.

He didn't let anyone in.

Instead, he reached his arm out. "Give me the syringe."

Wesley hesitated but quickly said, "Mr. Jameson, it's best to let the doctor handle this."

"Is it a male doctor?"

"It's Dr. Coleman."

Naturally, it was a man.

"Hurry up."

He still demanded the syringe.

Rowan's jaw was clenched tight. Catching a glimpse of him through the crack, Wesley sensed his boss was in a bad state. Was he drugged too?

Lyra had spit half a pill out earlier; surely the boss hadn't picked it up off the floor and swallowed it.

Not daring to dwell on the thought, Wesley had Dr. Coleman draw the medication into the syringe.

The moment Rowan took it, he slammed the door shut.

Back in the inner room, he found Lyra writhing on the large bed. The scent of her passion filled the air as she flushed with heat, using a scrap of lace underwear to fan her face.

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