She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 293

Inside the police station, Rowan stood up after finishing his statement. The police chief personally escorted him to the door, his tone utterly deferential. "Mr. Jameson, thank you for taking the time to come down here today."

Lyra stood at the end of the corridor, watching Rowan and Caleb emerge. She exchanged a single, fleeting glance with Rowan before deliberately stepping to Caleb's other side.

As the group walked out of the station, Caleb turned to Rowan. "Mr. Jameson, would you like to grab dinner together?"

Rowan cast a brief look at Lyra. "I have plans tonight. Another time."

Before Caleb could insist, Rowan gave a curt nod, turned on his heel, and slid into his sleek black car, speeding off into the distance.

Watching the taillights disappear down the street, Caleb let out a quiet laugh and turned to his sister. "I thought his attitude had been better lately. I really thought he'd say yes."

"He's always moody and unpredictable," Lyra said flatly. "You should keep your distance from him."

Pulling her gaze away, she slid into the passenger seat. Caleb started the engine and mused, "Maybe he really did just have plans."

...

At a high-end hotel restaurant.

Not long after Rowan took his seat, Josie Somerset arrived and sat down across from him.

Josie looked up at him, her tone remarkably calm. "You asked about that specific night. I was indeed working the front desk. I saw it very clearly—it was Jasmine who went up with you, not Lyra."

Rowan's expression remained entirely impassive, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Is that so."

"So, you suddenly remember who Lyra is now?"

A teasing smirk played on Josie's lips. "When I saw you kissing her in the middle of the street the other day, I figured she was the one you were asking about."

Rowan wasn't the least bit embarrassed by the callout. He replied with icy detachment, "I can kiss other women too."

Josie raised an eyebrow in surprise. He didn't believe her?

She quickly pulled out her phone, opened a video, and slid it across the table. "I also filmed this. I had someone look into it just to be sure it was her."

Rowan's gaze dropped to the screen.

In the footage, amidst a crowded plaza, Lyra was smiling brightly as she threw her arms around Waylon Grayson in a tight, joyous hug.

The dark, volatile emotions swirling in Rowan's eyes were expertly masked by the dim lighting. He sat in agonizing silence for a long time.

Josie offered a small smile. "It seems you're not thrilled with my answer?"

Rowan didn't say a word. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a delicate bracelet, and placed it on the table.

"Have you seen this?"

It was a string of smooth, luminous pink crystals that emitted a soft, gentle glow. The stones were flawlessly clear with a misty pink hue, and a tiny, exquisite silver heart dangled gracefully from the clasp.

Josie had come prepared, but now panic fluttered in her chest. Did this have something to do with that night?

She forced herself to say, "It looks somewhat familiar."

Rowan pocketed the bracelet. "A receptionist making a few hundred bucks a month wouldn't be able to afford a piece of jewelry worth thousands after covering rent and groceries... So where exactly did you see it?"

Josie frowned. He even knew her old salary? He had thoroughly dug into her background. "Even if I couldn't afford it, someone else could have..."

A faint, razor-sharp smirk touched the corner of Rowan's mouth. "You were going to say someone gifted it to you?"

That was exactly what she had wanted to say. "How did you... know..."

Rowan stood up, a dangerous look in his eyes. "Oh, then I'm guessing the same person gave it to both of you."

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