She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 437

"How is your brother, Caleb?"

Lyra looked back at the stranger, surprise flickering in her eyes. "You know my brother?"

"We're old classmates," the man chuckled, adding, "Back when you used to come to the high school looking for Rowan, I saw you a few times when you bumped into your brother."

Lyra studied his face for a few seconds. The fragments of old memories slowly aligned with his features. He did look vaguely familiar.

She offered an awkward smile.

Running into an old acquaintance while dressed in a literal schoolgirl outfit was not ideal.

"I heard you and Rowan broke off the engagement. I always knew it would end up like that. I remember Rowan was a year above your brother. One year at the track meet, Rowan was running the two-mile, and you spent the entire race screaming your lungs out for him. But your brother was running the exact same race. I couldn't stand watching it, so I dragged you over to cheer for Caleb instead."

Lyra's cheeks flushed pink. She lowered her eyes. "I wasn't a very good sister."

The man hadn't expected her to look so genuinely devastated. He paused, caught off guard.

Lyra vaguely remembered the incident. There had been a boy who stood right in front of her, flatly telling her that Rowan had enough cheerleaders and didn't need one more. Before she could argue, he had physically hauled her over to Caleb's class section. She had thought he was incredibly annoying at the time.

But back then, she was barely in middle school, built like a twig, and entirely incapable of fighting back.

After all these years, he still recognized her.

Curious, Lyra took another look at him. He had strong, defined features and a steady, intense gaze that was currently fixed right on her.

She quickly looked away.

After a brief silence, the man tried again, his tone casually friendly. "So, where are you headed?"

Lyra kept her eyes trained on the clouds outside the window. "Jansville," she replied flatly.

The man blinked.

The entire flight was bound for Jansville.

Her dismissive tone made it painfully obvious she had zero interest in chatting.

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