She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 575

"Jayden," she greeted softly.

The quiet corridor was entirely deserted save for the two of them. Lyra paused, offering him an earnest, appreciative smile. "I never got the chance to properly thank you. I really appreciated you letting me crash at your place for a nap the other day. I haven't forgotten that favor."

Jayden's expression remained warm and composed. He offered a slight nod, his gaze lingering on her somewhat ashen face. "It was nothing, really. Don't worry about it. You look a bit pale, though. How have you been feeling lately?"

"I'm surviving."

Assuming he was headed for the restroom, she stepped aside to clear the path for him.

Right before walking past her, Jayden murmured, "You look stunning today, Lyra."

Taken aback by the sudden compliment, she blinked and offered a soft, "Thank you."

Bidding him a brief farewell, Lyra turned back toward the banquet hall. She had barely taken three steps when a vise-like grip clamped down on her wrist.

She stumbled forward, gasping, only to crash straight into Rowan's impenetrable, predatory gaze.

He had been lurking in the shadows, waiting. His long fingers wrapped around her slender arm with calculated precision—not bruising, but firm enough that she was entirely trapped.

"What the hell is your relationship with that guy?"

Rowan stared down at her pale profile, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that sent shivers down her spine. "Did you forget? You and I still have an engagement."

Lyra yanked her arm out of his grasp. "Are you out of your mind?"

"I have amnesia too. I've completely forgotten everything from the day I was born up until this exact second. So tell me, who the hell are you?" Throwing the words at him, she spun on her heel and stormed off.

Rowan realized, with a surge of frustration, that he was losing his leverage over her.

Back in the banquet hall, guests were beginning to trickle out. The Fairchild family was also preparing to leave. Lyra planned to hitch a ride back with Caleb. After saying her goodbyes to Sabrina, she walked over to her family's table. Little Harry immediately rushed over on his stubby toddler legs, stretching his chubby arms up to her with pleading eyes. "Auntie, carry me!"

Lyra gently refused. "Caleb, you take him. It's too hard to lift him in this dress."

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