She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 93

Alistair arrived at the Jameson Estate ahead of her.

The bodyguards led Lyra upstairs.

"Grandpa Jameson." Lyra had come over without even having the time to change out of her evening gown. Meeting Alistair's authoritative and imposing gaze, she remained perfectly composed.

Seeing her radiant and beautiful, Alistair could only lament his eldest grandson's terrible taste.

He had watched Lyra grow up and knew she had a pure heart. He had originally planned to host their wedding right after her graduation, never expecting another woman to suddenly barge into the picture.

Delays always brought trouble. Too much trouble...

Alistair was absolutely furious. "Why didn't you tell me that that brat Rowan had a woman on the side?"

"Grandpa Jameson, Cas and I are actually getting along really well right now."

"Lies!" Alistair knew perfectly well that Lyra didn't have the slightest romantic interest in Caspian.

He had watched her grow up; she treated Caspian purely like a younger brother. There were no romantic feelings whatsoever.

"It was Rowan who wronged you."

"Grandpa Jameson... Everything in the past was my own choice, and it had nothing to do with him. He never actually promised me anything, and I won't bother him anymore..."

Lyra swallowed past the lump in her throat. "Once he fell in love with Jasmine, I completely lost any feelings for him."

The atmosphere in the room grew heavy. Alistair's voice was firm. "Lyra, let Grandpa handle this for you."

Lyra knew she should feel warmth from his words, but the space in her chest was left with nothing but a numb, hollow chill.

At that moment, the butler walked in. Alistair demanded, "Where's Rowan? Why isn't he back yet?"

"The young master will be here any minute." The butler had already been informed by phone about the situation at the gala—

As soon as Lyra left, Rowan and Jasmine followed suit, and even Charles and Victoria were rushing back.

"Grandpa Jameson... I really don't like Rowan anymore. I could never love a man who only has eyes for another woman! Even if you force him to break up with Jasmine, I will never take him back."

Lyra just wanted to kill the old man's idea before Rowan arrived. "Grandpa, please, just let me go."

Alistair went silent.

As Lyra walked out of Alistair's room, a sleek black luxury sedan pulled into the front courtyard, and the door swung open.

Rowan strode through the front doors and took the stairs two at a time. Still wearing his dark suit, having rushed straight from the gala, his gaze darkened into a razor-sharp glare the moment he saw her.

Seeing his silence, Alistair raged, "Since you didn't care then, you can keep not caring for the rest of your life! Or do you want the Jameson family to be known as liars? What is Lyra supposed to do?"

"I'll compensate her." Rowan lifted his eyes, a faint trace of irritation flashing in his depths.

Hearing this, Alistair's temper flared even higher. "A marriage arranged by the elders, between two families who know each other inside out, built on a foundation of gratitude. Beaufort saved my life! How can you just abandon an engagement that was settled ages ago?"

"Heh..." Rowan let out a scoff, completely dismissive.

Alistair's chest heaved with fury as he forced down his anger and asked, "What is so wrong with Lyra?"

"No matter how perfect she is, I don't love her. I only see her as a sister. I have absolutely no romantic feelings for her."

Blocked outside the room by Lucas, Lyra turned her head. The door was closed, and his voice wasn't loud, but every single word pierced through clearly.

"If I don't love her, I don't love her..."

"In this lifetime, it is impossible for me to ever have feelings for her."

Dead silence fell over the study.

Outside, the color instantly drained from Lyra's face. She shoved Lucas's blocking arm away, shot a vicious glare at his smirking face, and hurried off without a second of hesitation.