Chapter 7
Seeing her like this, Mason suddenly fell an inexplicable panic rising in his chest.
He shot to his feet and, without waiting for the family dinner to end, dragged Lyra into their room.
“Lyra!” He shut the door and frantically explained, “Willow’s been dealing with some depression lately. The doctor said emotional instability could affect the baby. I’m just trying to keep her calm so she can deliver safely…”
He cupped her face, his voice almost pleading. “Just hang in there a little longer. It’s almost over. Once the baby’s born, I’ll send her away immediately. and we can live as a family of three, okay?”
A family of three?
Looking at his anxious expression, Lyra suddenly found it laughable.
He wouldn’t need to send Willow away.
Because this time, she was the one leaving.
“Okay.” She said softly. “I agree.”
Mason sagged with relief and pulled her into his arms, his tone delighted. “I knew it–you’re always so understanding.”
Wedding preparations were in full swing.
Willow spent every day excitedly picking out rings and wedding attire, even deliberately showing Lyra the venue catalogs to ask for her opinion.
“Lyra, what do you think of this venue?” She smiled sweetly, but her eyes held a challenge. “Mason said he wants to give me the best.”
Lyra calmly flipped through the catalog and said flatly, “They all look nice.”
Willow felt like she was punching cotton, biting her lip in frustration.
Finally, only the wedding dress remained undecided.
Willow clung to Mason’s arm, acting coy. “Mason, I want to wear Lyra’s wedding dress. Is that okay?”
That dress had cost Mason millions–a custom creation by an international top designer.
It was the witness to their love.
Mason’s expression shifted, his instinct to refuse.
But Lyra suddenly spoke up. “That’s fine.”
Mason whipped around to stare at her in disbelief. “Lyra?”
Lyra looked composed. “Didn’t you tell me to be more generous with her?”
She stood and walked toward the walk–in closet, her voice light and airy-
“Besides, it’s just a wedding dress,
Why wouldn’t I agree?”
She took down the snow–white gown and handed it to Willow.
Mason stood frozen, looking at her calm expression, a wave of unprecedented panic suddenly washing over him.
It felt like
Chapter 8
