She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 692

With that, Pip clapped his chubby hands together with a loud smack and nodded enthusiastically. But he quickly quieted down, his big, round eyes fixing nervously on Rowan. Having been apart for ten days, he clearly missed his dad.

Lyra watched as Rowan took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

Guilt gnawed at her for deliberately cutting contact for so long. She gently tapped Rowan's chest and prompted the baby, "Pip, who is this?"

Pip continued to stare blankly at Rowan, but in an instant, his little eyes grew red. He threw his short, chubby arms wide open and lunged toward Rowan with all his might, sobbing loudly as he cried out, "Dada..."

Rowan leaned down and caught Pip securely in his arms, his predatory gaze melting into something entirely soft. He buried his face in the top of his son's head, pressing a kiss into his hair, and gently patted his back, murmuring low, soothing words until the tears stopped.

Standing off to the side, Nina felt a wave of emotion. Seeing such an intimidating, ruthless man drop all his defenses and become so incredibly tender with his child was a powerful sight.

Knowing he had a gunshot wound to the shoulder, Lyra voiced her concern. "Should you be holding him if you're injured?"

Rowan answered flatly, "It's fine."

"How bad is your injury, really?" she asked softly.

"It's healed." His tone was dismissive; he clearly had no intention of discussing his wounds.

He raised his gaze, his dark eyes locking onto Lucas from across the courtyard.

Rowan temporarily handed Pip back to Lyra. "I'm going to have a chat with him."

While Rowan and Lucas talked upstairs in the tearoom, Nina paced nervously, constantly glancing toward the upper floor. Lyra assured her a few times that everything was fine and that the two men weren't about to start a brawl, which finally helped Nina relax.

Half an hour later, Rowan and Lucas emerged. They both looked surprisingly relaxed, and Nina breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Knowing it was time to part ways, Lucas looked at Lyra with complete sincerity. "Lyra, I'm sorry for everything in the past. I hope you have a wonderful life from here on out."

Lyra replied with polite warmth. "Lucas, I wish you and Nina all the happiness in the world."

The Chavez family got into their car and slowly pulled away from the inn. Lyra suddenly remembered something. "Oh, by the way, I've been spending his money these past few days. Make sure you pay him back."

Once they returned to their hotel suite, Rowan collapsed heavily onto the bed. "Lie down with me for a bit," he said, his voice thick with exhaustion. "I'm really tired."

Barely a second after the words left his mouth, he fell into a deep sleep. But his large hand remained firmly locked around her wrist, as if terrified she might vanish again the moment he let go.

With no other choice, Lyra was forced to lie beside him and close her eyes.

Pip was nestled snugly between them. His little head swiveled back and forth, looking at his dad, then at his mom. After staring up at the ceiling in utter boredom for a while, the little guy let out a massive yawn, and his sleepy eyes fluttered shut.

Rowan slept solidly until six in the evening.

Managing to free one hand, Lyra used her phone to order room service. When dinner arrived, she gently woke him. His eyes were still bloodshot, looking as though he still hadn't slept nearly enough. He picked at his food for a bit before collapsing back into bed.

Watching him, Lyra suddenly felt a sharp pang of heartache for him.

She quietly promised herself she would never put him through anything like this ever again.