She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 494

A knot tightened in Delilah's chest. When she noticed Rowan's gaze shifting toward her, she immediately masked her expression, desperately hoping she had just misread the situation.

"Dinner is ready. Everyone, take a seat," Delilah said, her voice completely neutral.

They moved to the dining room. As Delilah took the head of the table, she discreetly kept an eye on the seating arrangement. Her heart sank when Rowan intentionally took the chair right next to Lyra.

Rowan hadn't come to the Fairchild estate to see Caleb. Officially, he was only here because Lyra had spilled coffee on him and he needed his coat cleaned. But Delilah knew her daughter better than anyone. Lyra was not the clumsy type who would accidentally throw a drink on someone.

The table was filled with a comforting spread of warm, home-cooked dishes.

Oblivious to his mother's silent tension, Caleb served food to his wife and casually chatted with Rowan about market trends. The two men fell into an easy rhythm, exchanging insights.

Rowan had previously had a nightmare where Fairchild Holdings went bankrupt, driving Caleb to jump off a building.

Keeping that memory in mind, Rowan deliberately asked, "How are things at Fairchild Holdings lately? If you ever run into any roadblocks, call me anytime."

"No issues right now." Caleb assumed the offer was tied to the legal favor Rowan had done for them recently. "Things have been incredibly stable."

Rowan nodded. "Good to hear."

He continued eating, his movements graceful and exuding an effortless aristocratic aura. The two maternity nurses feeding the twins kept stealing glances at him, their eyes wide with quiet admiration.

A moment later, Rowan smoothly picked up a piece of roasted squab and placed it on Lyra's plate. Without missing a beat, Lyra accepted it, not bothering to refuse.

Delilah watched the entire exchange.

The quiet unease she had been suppressing finally solidified into cold dread.

She slowly set her silverware down and looked directly at Rowan. When she spoke, her tone was flat, shattering the pleasant dinner atmosphere.

"Rowan, as an elder, it's not my place to dredge up the past and embarrass a guest. But there are boundaries and matters of decency that I need to make perfectly clear with you."

Lyra and Caleb both froze, their silverware hovering over their plates as they looked at their mother.

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