She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 371

"Wait, there's no rush. I have a present for you."

She rolled over, gazing at the handsome man before her. A faint smile danced in her eyes as she murmured softly, "Close your eyes first."

Rowan stared into her dark eyes, his gaze turning somber. He compliantly lay back against the mattress and closed his narrow, striking eyes. With his long lashes resting on his cheeks, the usual icy, predatory aura that surrounded him faded, leaving him looking surprisingly docile and languid.

A thrill of triumph flared in Lyra's chest. She discreetly slipped her phone from under the pillow and quickly snapped a photo.

Slipping the device away, she leaned over and pressed herself against him. Her warm tongue tentatively traced his slightly parted lips, a deliberate, tantalizing provocation before she pulled him into a deep kiss.

Rowan's breath hitched. Grasping her waist, he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss until their breaths tangled in a heavy, intoxicating rhythm.

A moment later, Lyra knitted her brows and let out a soft, stifled groan. "I'm not feeling well..."

The man froze instantly. His deep eyes snapped open, a flicker of genuine concern softening his sharp features. "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet?"

She gave a soft nod, nuzzling her nose gently against the crook of his neck. "Mhm."

Rowan's heart softened. He immediately reined in his surging desires, carefully wrapping his arms around her to hold her close. "I won't touch you tonight," he said gently. "Just sleep here."

Resting against his chest, Lyra lowered her gaze and gently declined. "But if I don't go back tonight, my mom will worry."

Rowan didn't show any trace of displeasure. He simply patted her cheek, then rose gracefully to put his clothes back on. Without pushing her to stay, he drove Lyra back to the Fairchild estate himself.

He watched Lyra enter the house before driving off.

Lyra stepped into her home.

The moment she crossed the threshold of her bedroom and locked the door, the fragile, obedient facade melted from her eyes, replaced by pure, unbridled audacity. She pulled out a pristine burner phone and rapidly typed out a message.

[Your man fell asleep right next to me. I've already had my fun.]

Attaching the crisp photo of a shirtless, vulnerable-looking Rowan, she sent it straight to Jasmine.

At that exact moment, Jasmine was working late at the office.

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