She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 569

After watching the family of three drive away, Lyra picked up her purse, preparing to leave as well.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Rowan slowly descending the staircase of the coffee shop. Her heart seized violently, her eyelashes trembling with sudden, overwhelming shock.

Rowan's gaze locked onto hers with absolute precision. His dark, bottomless eyes paused for a fraction of a second before he started walking toward her.

Lyra's body turned rigid. She lowered her heavy lashes, forcing her breathing to become impossibly quiet.

Standing a few feet away, the man's deep, resonant voice washed over her. "Miss Fairchild."

Lyra kept her eyes down and gave a stiff nod.

"I heard your father passed away," Rowan said. "My condolences."

A bizarre, creeping sense of unease slithered up Lyra's spine.

Stunned, her mind flooded with questions, leaving her frozen in place.

Was this real?

Did he truly not remember a single thing about that?

Her chest churned with a messy knot of emotions.

Then again, considering the sheer chaos his amnesia caused—billions of dollars in market value completely wiped out—she figured even he wouldn't orchestrate such a devastating financial loss just to play a sick prank.

Lyra slowly raised her eyes to look at the man, her voice slightly hoarse. "How many years of memory did you lose?"

The man's devastatingly handsome face was completely devoid of emotion. "A little over three years."

A little over three years of blank space. That meant in his mind, there was absolutely no trace of their exhausting, entangled history. And certainly no memory of those reckless, boundary-crossing nights.

Lyra felt an immense wave of relief.

Rowan asked, "Are you leaving? I can give you a ride."

"I... I drove here myself."

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