Chapter 10
Lyra checked her phone–yep, Weston had sent the villa address and gate code. Of course, he’d thought of everything, even letting her crash at her parents‘ place first. The guy was way more considerate than she’d expected.
She glanced over at him–tall, calm, ridiculously handsome. Maybe this whole spontaneous marriage thing wasn’t such a bad call after all.
Lunch with both families was actually pretty chill–laughs, good food, no awkward tension. They finally wrapped it up in the afternoon.
That night, Lorenzo and Deborah went all out with dinner–table loaded with dishes. Felt like forever since they’d just sat down and eaten together. Lorenzo was extra chatty, a little buzzed from the drinks.
“You know, we really owe the Windsors,” he said, sounding kinda sentimental. “Didn’t know them well at first, but they’ve been helping us out for years–sometimes out in the open, sometimes on the down–low. If it wasn’t for them, our company would’ve tanked.”
Lyra blinked. The Windsors had been looking out for them all this time?
Three days flew by. On the fourth afternoon, Weston pulled up to get her. Lyra gave her parents a tight hug, dragging out the goodbye just a little longer.
Deborah shot a quick look at Weston, then pulled Lyra aside, lowering her voice. “I can tell Weston really likes you. Just give it a shot–see how it goes.”
Lyra glanced at Weston leaning against the car, eyebrows knitting together. Did he actually like her? Kinda hard to tell.
The car ride was dead silent–neither of them saying a word. When they finally pulled up in front of a hospital, Lyra frowned, confused.
“You sick or something?”
Weston’s eyes landed on her oversized hat. “Aren’t you the one who’s hurt? I’m getting you checked out before we head home.”
Lyra froze, warmth creeping into her chest. How did he know?
She hesitated. “How’d you know I hurt my head?”
She’d been careful to hide it these past three days–even her parents hadn’t noticed the injury on her head.
Weston turned his head a bit, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, his dark eyes fixed on her face. ” Just a guess.
The day he picked her up from the airport, she’d looked totally put together–everything coordinated in soft, calming colors. Clearly put effort into it. But that hat? Way too big and totally out of place with the outfit.
Then, when she got in the car and accidentally knocked her head on the door, he caught the way she sucked in a sharp breath–way more than a little bump should’ve hurt.
Lyra’s eyes went wide. “You’re such a detail freak.”
Top Floor, Seavora Hospital
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