After taking a shower, Lyra checked herself over one last time. Finding no other suspicious marks, she finally let out a breath of relief.
"Rot in hell, Rowan."
She cursed his name a few more times into her pillow before finally drifting off to sleep.
Early the next morning.
Caleb had already left for the office. Delilah insisted Lyra stay home to rest, so she was taking her time eating breakfast in the dining room.
Mr. Lawrence hurried in to announce that Rowan's car was waiting outside.
The bite of food Lyra had just swallowed nearly made her choke, splashing into her soup bowl.
Kayla instantly tensed, grabbing Lyra's hand. "He's not here to kidnap you again, is he?"
Lyra had no idea why he was there and felt a knot form in her stomach, but she offered Kayla a reassuring smile. "It's fine. I'll just go tell him off."
With that, she stood up and headed for the door.
Kayla wasn't convinced and tried to follow, but Martha gently held her back, signaling that Mr. Lawrence would accompany her instead.
With her pregnancy so far along, she couldn't risk any undue stress.
Outside the gates, Rowan's luxury sedan sat idling. As Lyra approached, the rear window rolled down halfway. His dark, brooding gaze locked onto her before he spoke.
"I came today to say that the past is entirely behind us. We're even."
"That's it?" Lyra frowned. Driving all the way over just to deliver a single sentence didn't seem like him at all.
Through the half-open window, Rowan's eyes drifted down to her lips.
"What else were you expecting?" he asked.
Lyra scowled. "I should be asking you that. We're both busy people. A phone call would have sufficed. There was no need for you to come here in person."
Rowan replied smoothly, "Do I have your number? I seem to recall being blocked."

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