The question pulled him back to the original plan they were here.
He had assumed the honeymoon was off after hearing she'd returned to Mistvale. But with Lyra still here in Bellwyn, he was determined to put the plan back on track.
He needed to get the private jet ready.
They would be leaving tonight.
"I have a special place in mind, but it's a secret."
A knock sounded at the door.
Rowan helped Lyra lie down again, tucked the blanket around her, and then walked toward the door.
He eased the door open, finding Damian standing right outside.
"Dr. Chavan is here. Should I call him in to check on Madam?"
Rowan glanced back at Lyra resting on the chaise, her breathing steady as if she had already fallen asleep. Then he returned his gaze to Damian.
"Thank Dr. Chavan for me. Tell him Lyra's already fallen asleep" Rowan said, not wanting to disturb her.
"Okay, boss," Damian replied as he stepped back.
