She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 267

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Caleb opened the car door for Lyra, a hint of coaxing in his voice. "These are just guys talking business. You really didn't have to drag yourself out here."

"I'm terrified someone's going to con you into signing away our entire family," Lyra snapped, stepping out of the car. "Next thing I know, Kayla's going to be having twins in a tiny rented apartment, Mom and I will be sharing a twin bed, and you'll be sleeping on the floor."

Caleb opened his mouth to scold her, but Rowan and his entourage were already walking over. Lyra instantly clamped her mouth shut, her lips pressing into a tight, displeased line.

"Caleb, is this your sister? She's absolutely gorgeous. How come you've been hiding her?" one of the men buttered him up.

Caleb offered a modest smile. "You're too kind. You haven't seen her when she's throwing a tantrum."

Standing in the sunlight, Lyra offered the group a polite, faint smile. Her long hair was tied up neatly, topped with a crisp white baseball cap. She wore a lavender cropped polo and a white high-waisted tennis skirt, looking effortlessly fresh and radiant.

"I heard she's dating Mr. Jameson's brother now?"

The moment the words dropped, multiple pairs of eyes shifted toward Rowan.

Rowan's expression stiffened for a fraction of a second, his gaze instinctively flicking to Lyra.

But Lyra completely ignored him.

With everyone waiting for a response, Rowan pulled his gaze away and simply offered a single, flat word: "Mm."

After the brief introductions, they made their way onto the course. Lyra took her spot at the tee, quietly practicing her swing.

Standing on the mat, her grip on the club looked a little stiff.

Rowan walked up slowly behind her, his eyes locking onto the tense line of her shoulders. His voice was low and steady.

"Your form is off. Your center of gravity is too far forward."

Before she could even react, Rowan's hands settled on her waist. His palms firmly gripped her, pulling her slightly back toward him.

The heat from his hands seeped instantly through the thin lavender fabric. Lyra's body went completely rigid. Her eyelashes fluttered, and even her breathing hitched.

"Relax your waist. Follow through when you pivot your hips."

His breath brushed over the top of her head. The warmth of his hands was overwhelmingly intense. It was supposed to be a standard golf correction, but the sheer lack of distance made the air thick with an unbearable tension.