The question pulled him back to the real reason 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. "I have a special place in mind, but it's a secret."
Their eyes drew to the door when a knock sounded at it.
"Rest."
Rowan helped Lyra lie down again, tucked the blanket around her, and then walked toward the door.
He strode to the door and eased it 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 him for me. Tell him Lyra's already fallen asleep," Rowan said, not wanting to disturb her.
"Okay, boss," Damian replied as he stepped back.
