
If you can't compete? "Ah, but Hawaii is very seductive. And life is full of lost opportunities, don't you think?"
Alex smiles in admiration at him, and Lyra chooses to ignore him, her instincts realizing only a fool distracts when Mayang wants to play.
"I seem to remember that your first relationship with Romy failed to produce a commitment." Mayang stopped to get the effect of his words, his smile was too bright. "Are you going to share your secret?"
Lyra looked like she was considering before replying with excessive manners. "No."
Mayang spent a few seconds checking his nails painted. "It's interesting that, say your father's carelessness," he paused, "no longer scheduled in court. Whatever plan you're making, honey, it's obviously working."
"Can you explain more specifically?" ask Lyra cynically.
"The guess makes the chat more interesting, don't you think so?"
"If the goal is demeaning." Lyra purposely let her gaze explore each guest up to a full turn. "If anyone else has any further questions, I suggest you say it now." The silence felt dull. "Nothing?" He managed to smile cheerfully. "Then maybe we'll mention this topic at the close."
Alex began clapping slowly before saying quietly with a veiled mockery. "Good answer, Lyra."
As for whether Alex accompanied Mayang? As a friend, lover? Sweeteners, or just as a companion at social events.
"Bringing men is one of the talents I have." Well feel that!
The number of dishes served seemed endless, and Lyra had to try to eat each serving of the dish to the next as she dissolved into the conversation. Questions about school, the art of teaching, and he shared some stories that made some people smile and others laugh.
"Your wife is quite good at storytelling," praised one of the male guests, and the other agreed. It was such a relief when dinner was over, and guests were invited to proceed to the sitting room for coffee.
It was almost midnight when Romy showed the cue to leave, and Lyra thanked their host, said goodbye to the other guests, and accompanied Romy to the car.
He preferred to remain silent all the way home, realizing that if he began to speak, he might say something he would regret.
"No comment, honey?" romy asked as he stopped the car in the garage.
"You can handle it yourself admirably."
Thank you for not supporting me. "Woman bitch."
"Darling?"
"Who else? He clearly feels he has a right to you." Lyra would not ask, tell herself that she did not care, and knew she was lying.
"Only in his mind."
"I find that hard to believe
" It was a statement, not a question, and Romy's mouth curled slightly as he touched Lyra's chin with her thumb and index finger, lifting her up slightly so that Lyra could look into her sharp eyes.
"I chose not to go to a place that so many men had already visited."
Gosh darn.
"Does that answer your question?"
One of these.
Lyra removed her seatbelt, opened the door and stuck out her leg, realizing that Romy was following her every move.
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