She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 522

After cooking over thirty plates, Lyra's hair clung to her neck in a sweaty mess. A simple touch made it feel as if searing grease would drip right off the strands.

Her arms ached so fiercely she could barely lift them, and the pungent spice made her eyes sting and water. Unable to endure it any longer, she dropped the spatula, intending to take a break.

But the moment she turned toward the door, The Matron lunged forward and grabbed her like a hawk seizing its prey. The woman locked her fingers around Lyra's arm with an iron grip and barked, "The work isn't done. You're not going anywhere, and you're definitely not resting!"

Lyra stumbled under the force. "Did Rowan order you to treat me like this?" she demanded hoarsely. "Get him out here right now!"

The Matron's face remained utterly blank, her eyes void of sympathy. "I don't know any Rowan. My only job is to watch this place and make sure you do your chores."

She pointed at the mountain of beef and peppers on the cutting board, her tone unyielding. "Aside from this Spicy stir-fried beef, you aren't allowed to touch anything else in this kitchen. Behave yourself and keep frying plate after plate. You don't stop until he gets here and you beg him for a break."

The grueling morning dragged on in a haze of choking smoke. By noon, Rowan still hadn't shown his face.

Lyra powered through sheerly on the terrifying thought that failing would endanger the twins. She survived the afternoon in a daze, given absolutely no chance to catch her breath.

It wasn't until dusk washed over the peaks, turning the endless tea fields into a sea of gray, that the final plate of Spicy stir-fried beef was finished.

Rowan pushed open the cabin door, bringing the mountain's evening chill inside with him. The second their eyes met, a wave of suffocating despair and blazing hatred crashed over Lyra. She wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face, but her arms were so numb and heavy she couldn't even raise them.

The Matron instantly flashed a fawning smile and stepped up to take the credit. "She cooked all of these herself. I didn't help her with a single one. Your little mistress has been quite obedient."

Rowan looked at Lyra in silence.

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