She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 527

"I..." The light faded from Lyra's eyes, her gaze turning utterly cold.

He had investigated everything, even Pip.

She secretly guessed that Waylon Grayson had leaked the information to him.

Now that all her cards were on the table, she had nothing left to hide.

She looked up, meeting his gaze with bone-chilling resentment. "You drove Fairchild Holdings into bankruptcy with your own hands!"

She widened her tear-filled eyes, ready to continue her accusations, but the moment the words left her mouth, Rowan lost all interest in hearing the rest. He crashed his lips against hers, kissing her fiercely.

He was far too familiar with the icy, alienated hatred swirling in her eyes right now.

That kind of dead, cold gaze had no business being directed at him.

"We haven't done it in the car yet. Let's try it, shall we?" Rowan hauled her body up.

Lyra stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. The man in front of her felt so foreign, like someone she had never known.

The hatred surging in her chest practically swallowed her whole. She choked out repeatedly, "I hate you... I hate you..."

He forced her down into the backseat. The twisted angle made the blood rush to her head, turning her face bright red. She screamed uncontrollably, struggling in vain as she became completely entangled with him.

"You will die a miserable death, Rowan."

Rowan's breathing was heavy. "I'll die in pure ecstasy."

Her eyes were entirely dead. He reached out to brush the sweat-drenched hair from her temples, his tone grave and cold. "Those past grievances you're holding onto, all that hatred filling your heart—it's all just a dream. Stop torturing yourself over it. From now on, I can give you whatever you want."

Lyra's eyes widened, her breathing erratic. "Even your life?"

Rowan stared into her hollow, desperate eyes. "Yes."

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