After ensuring Lyra was safely dropped off at home, Rowan headed straight to his business dinner to meet with key partners.
The sharp, undeniable scratch marks trailing down his neck stood out boldly against his fair skin, completely impossible to ignore. During the meal, the executives subtly exchanged amused glances, barely suppressing their smirks whenever their eyes caught the vivid red marks.
One of the partners took a slow sip of his drink, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "I have to admit, Mr. Jameson. You always carry yourself with such cold, disciplined restraint. I never expected to see evidence of such a... passionate private life."
Rowan's response was effortlessly relaxed, laced with a hint of indulgent helplessness. "I can't help it. My girlfriend is a bit wild. She throws quite the tantrum."
The entire table exchanged bewildered looks. Rumor had it that Rowan was dating Jasmine Ford, a woman known for her elegant, composed, and utterly detached demeanor. 'Wild' and 'tantrum' were the last words anyone would use to describe her.
A second later, an unspoken understanding washed over the group. A woman might play the ice queen in public, but behind closed doors, things were clearly a totally different story.
Early the next morning, Lyra headed to the hospital for a check-up, accompanied by Delilah and Liam. Though she had been discharged and was moving around normally, the lingering effects of the car accident still required routine monitoring.
After the doctor gave her the all-clear, Liam went to pick up her prescriptions. Delilah, always the meticulous mother, didn't trust him to get the complex dosages right and hurried off to the pharmacy to supervise. Lyra was left to wait alone on a bench in the corridor.
The hospital bustled with people, the faint, sterile scent of disinfectant hanging in the air. Suddenly, her phone rang, shattering the quiet moment.
Lyra glanced at the screen. It was Mr. Lawrence.
She immediately answered. "Mr. Lawrence?"


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