She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 513

The last time she came to the resort for a company retreat, Lyra hadn't ended up getting into the water at all.

But this time...

In the steaming pool, the thick mist blurred the sharp, handsome lines of Rowan's face. He leaned back against the smooth stone edge, his eyes closed as if resting.

The warm water lapped at her collarbones, sending gentle ripples across the surface. The only sounds were the soft rustle of the wind and the trickling of the hot spring. They were entirely alone, the silence so profound they could hear each other's quiet breaths.

Instinctively, Lyra shrank back, putting a little more distance between them.

Rowan opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto her flushed face, rosy from the heat. He reached out and gently wiped a bead of water from her jawline, the warm spring water trailing down where their skin met.

He leaned in to capture her lips, but Lyra turned her head, dodging the kiss.

Amidst the swirling steam, Rowan simply wrapped his strong arms around her and lifted her effortlessly out of the water. Droplets cascaded from their bodies, splashing onto the stone floor as he carried her out.

He grabbed a large, incredibly soft towel and wrapped her up carefully, gently drying the moisture from her hair, her shoulders, and her legs. He laid her down on a cushioned tatami mat, his large, imposing frame hovering over her.

"Call me by my name, nicely. Hmm?"

She couldn't bring herself to use any sweet, submissive terms in a moment like this.

Because she already had a real brother.

Seeing her lips part without a sound coming out, Rowan settled for a compromise. "Say my name like you used to."

Trembling, Lyra managed to whisper, "Rowan..." A second later, he claimed her completely.

The temperature in the room soared. The usually cold, restrained facade Rowan always wore melted away entirely, leaving behind nothing but raw, predatory desire. His sharp eyes were swimming with dark, intoxicating heat.

He relentlessly kissed her flushed cheeks, his breathing turning ragged and heavy. He used to complain she was too delicate to be his wife, but now, he was utterly addicted to the helpless, breathless way she surrendered to him.

Like a reward, he pressed a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Hold me tight, darling."

Lyra felt like her body belonged to him entirely.

He murmured dark, seductive promises against her ear, finally whispering, "Once you're pregnant, we can get married. Your mother won't be able to stop us then."

So that was his endgame.

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