Rowan held Lyra's hand as they stepped out of the car. A housekeeper opened the door, and he gently instructed Lyra to wait in the courtyard while he strode into the main house alone.
A maid served a cup of hot tea, respectfully informing him that Mrs. Sawyer would be down shortly.
Rowan stood by the intricately carved wooden window, his gaze drifting to Lyra in the courtyard. She stood near a blooming camellia bush, her slender figure looking soft and delicate as she idly kicked at a small pebble by her feet.
A wave of tenderness washed over him. Perhaps it was those relentless nightmares, but he found himself desperately craving for that fragile body to carry their child.
Soon, Mrs. Sawyer emerged from the inner rooms.
Hearing her approach, Rowan turned around, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Mrs. Sawyer."
"Mr. Jameson."
Mrs. Sawyer walked over slowly, her sharp eyes assessing him from head to toe. A meaningful smile touched her lips. "You truly are a handsome man, Mr. Jameson. No wonder two of your women ended up causing a scene right in front of me."
Rowan had sent representatives to negotiate with her about the land several times.
But he had never shown up in person.
Until today.
"I wonder what urgent matter brings you here personally today," she noted.
"I apologize for disturbing you with personal matters," Rowan replied smoothly. "But I came today with the utmost sincerity."
He paused, meeting the older woman's gaze directly before dropping his massive leverage. "I hear you have always been devoted to philanthropy. Why don't we both show our sincerity? Whatever portion of your assets you donate to charity, I will match that exact amount from my own wealth. We can give back to society together. What do you say?"

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