"Stop crying."
"One tear is enough."
A storm of suppressed emotion raged in Rowan's eyes as he leaned down and captured her lips.
His kiss carried a long-repressed dominance, the sudden aggression catching her completely off guard.
Under the force of his kiss, her slender frame gave way, her back arching backward uncontrollably. Just as she was about to lose her balance and fall, his arm clamped securely around her waist, locking her tightly against his chest.
The passionate entanglement of their lips didn't cease for a second.
Finally, both of them were breathing heavily. Rowan rested his forehead against hers. "Marry me, and we can bring Pip back, okay?"
Lyra snapped back to reality instantly. She struggled fiercely and shoved him away. "I'm never marrying you."
"You're the one behind Mr. Wallace pulling out of the contracts, aren't you?"
Lyra looked up and met his gaze dead-on. "I hate you."
Rowan's lips curled into a mocking smirk. "Think whatever you want... You can leave now."
"I won't beg you to marry me anymore. I don't need to plead for scraps of affection from a woman who constantly schemes to ruin me, who wants me dead."
"One is a woman who sent her own flesh and blood to kill me, and the other took a bullet for me. I am perfectly capable of distinguishing who deserves to stand by my side."
With that, Rowan turned toward the coffee table, picked up his phone, and dialed his assistant, ordering him to come over and drive her home.
Lyra stood frozen, a wave of bitter confusion washing over her.
Rowan stepped toward the stairs, dropping a single, cold sentence over his shoulder: "When the driver gets here, just go with him."


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