Otherwise, she wouldn't have any energy at night. Last night, she had fallen asleep entirely too fast from sheer exhaustion, leaving him to finish on his own.
The Matron took the cash and quickly left.
When she returned with the groceries, she even butchered one of her own birds. Working efficiently, she steamed some rice and whipped up a table full of food. "This is free-range chicken from the mountains," she said. "It's packed with nutrients. Easily beats the fancy stuff you rich folks eat."
When Lyra sat down to eat, she found the food genuinely delicious, downing several bowls of the rich broth.
Rowan's gaze fell on her full belly. "Are you really pregnant?"
"No," Lyra replied, setting down her bowl.
She suddenly remembered that the pills the pharmacist gave her were different from her usual brand. "You're wasting your time. The pills I took that morning probably weren't standard morning-after pills. It was a Long-acting contraceptive pill. I can't get pregnant for a whole month."
The air in the room froze instantly. Rowan couldn't believe his ears.
He pulled up the photos his bodyguards had sent that day and ordered his men to run a check on the brand name. The reply confirmed it: the medication prevented pregnancy for an entire month.
Rowan lifted his eyes to look at her, a chilling, bitter laugh tearing from his throat. "Heh... So you had this planned all along? You did this on purpose?"
Lyra hadn't done it on purpose.
It was just an unbelievable stroke of luck.
She shook her head gently. She knew it hadn't been a deliberate trap, just wild coincidence.


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