Zane and Rowan were the only ones left at the table. Zane's face drained of color. It took him a long moment to process the words. "W-What?"
Rowan kept his gaze fixed on the window. "I'm obsessed with Lyra. I want to see her every single day. If I don't force the issue, we'll remain parallel lines forever."
"So you just... forced yourself on her?" Zane asked, stunned.
"Why are you asking? To make me feel sorry for her?"
Rowan gave him a flat look. "Don't bother playing matchmaker with Sylvia and me again."
By the time Lena and Sylvia returned to the table, Rowan was already gone.
Seeing Sylvia looking around in confusion, Zane quickly covered for him. "He had an emergency at work and had to leave."
Lena pouted in disappointment. "Sylvia, he's so hard to get close to."
Sylvia looked a bit pale but managed a forced smile. "It's fine. He probably just had something important to handle."
Lyra had barely pulled into the driveway when she spotted Rowan's sleek black car parked right outside her house.
She assumed it was Wesley waiting for her, sent to deliver some message on Rowan's behalf.
But the man who stepped out of the vehicle was Rowan himself.
Lyra felt like she had been struck by lightning.
Wasn't he just at the cafe?
She got out of her car.
"I saw you blushing when you looked at me earlier," Rowan said smoothly. "Figured you finally had feelings for me, so I came over."
"You really never run out of excuses, do you?"
Lyra's grip tightened around her paper coffee cup. "Didn't you say you'd grant my wish?"
"I just told Zane that I forced myself on you."
Lyra gasped, taking a stumbling step backward. "Do you need a megaphone so you can announce it to the whole world?"
"You're the one who brought it up first," Rowan replied coolly. "I was just granting your wish."

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