Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 37

Chapter 37 More Than Hatred “He shouldn’t be so boring,” Lyra muttered as she frowned at the closed

door. “There’s no reason for him to do that. I’m not related to him anymore.” “Lyra, if he really is waiting

for you outside and wants to reunite with you…” Nore lowered his head. Pa. Lyra threw a pillow at

Nore. “I think you’ve watched too many idol dramas.” Lyra didn’t mind what he said. She went to wash

up and lay down on the bed. The look that Hank looked at her today flashed through her mind. It

seemed that it had indeed been a little different. But in the next second, Lyra overturned all those

strange thoughts. Either Hank wanted to scheme against her again, or he could not see his ex-wife © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

living well, and the damn possessive desire of a man was stirring up. That was all. Nore washed his

head. When he came out of the bathroom, Lyra was already asleep wrapped in a quilt. He could still

hear her slight snoring in the room. Nore laughed at himself and dimmed the lights in the room. “You

really don’t regard me as a man.” Did she trust him so much? She didn’t have any precautions at all.

He looked at Lyra for a while, then closed his eyes and fell asleep. In the early morning. Lyra woke up

from her dream. She dreamed of the day when Hank destroyed the Jones family. Her hands were

shaking. She got out of bed barefoot and drank two large glasses of cold water before she felt a little

more comfortable. She looked at the time again. It was 2:15. Lyra was no longer sleepy. Over the past

year, she had been living like this almost every day, suffering from nightmares. She looked at Nore who

was still asleep, opened the door, and walked out gently. She had originally thought that she could go

to the hall to enjoy the wind and drink He even wondered if they could live their entire lives if not for the

deep hatred between the two families. Every decision that Lyra made was for their marriage. As long

as he gave a word, she could give up everything, including her dream. Even after he had given her the

cold shoulder for two years. The messages and gifts she had sent were always warm. “It’s really boring

for me to be pregnant at home. Do you really want me to be a housewife?” Hank did not respond. Alma

was anxious. She was just about to probe when she saw the man shake off her hand and suddenly get

up to leave, “You decide on your own matter.” “Really? Can I continue to stay in the entertainment

industry?” Alma was overjoyed. She completely did not notice that Hank had been different from usual.

The man nodded. The mirror reflected his sharp profile. The only person he had wanted to control was

Lyra, and there would not be a second one in the future. “Hank, the sky is not bright yet. Aren’t you

going to stay and accompany me? Or don’t you want to accompany our child a little longer?” Alma took

the initiative to pull his hand.

“No,” said Hank as he withdrew his hand. He answered lightly before leaving. The memories in his

mind surged. On the day of Lyra’s miscarriage, he heard her crying in the hospital corridor. That was

their child. He sat in the car and smoked one cigarette after another. The morning broadcast was on.

When it was almost dawn, he turned the steering wheel and drove to the company. A few minutes later,

a business car stopped at the lift. Alma, wrapped in a windbreaker, walked up quickly. “Why are you so

late?” She pouted and closed the car door. “If I had come earlier, I would have run into Hank. Aren’t you

afraid?” the man in the car asked. “Alright, I don’t know why he was here. Are you jealous?” Alma

asked. The man chuckled, his voice cold. “Send you home?” he asked.some coffee, but she had never

thought that she would bump into someone who was also not asleep. Lyra slowed down. Hank stood

by the window in the corridor. He seemed to be talking to his partner. He spoke a fluent foreign

language and stared at the night in front of him with a determined and calm gaze. His profile reflected

on the glass, and he wore a neat suit. Any woman would be charmed by him like this. Just like Lyra

who had been infatuated with him. She calmly looked away and walked to the front of the automatic

sale. She swiped the QR code and bought a cup of iced coffee. Then, she sat down naturally and

scrolled through a magazine.: As for Hank, she could just treat him as air.

The man had noticed her long ago. His eyes gradually changed. He said to the other side of the line,

“Okay, we will talk in detail when we meet.” Then, he hung up. He did not return to his room, but

instead walked towards Lyra. “You…” “Don’t worry, Mr. Barnwell. I didn’t hear anything just now, and I

won’t tell anyone.” Lyra stood up. Rather than staying under the same roof as Hank, it was better to go

back and lie on the bed in a daze. However, at this moment, the door to the opposite room opened. A

beautiful woman with a sexy figure walked out from inside. She was only wearing a silk nightgown. Her

face was crystal white, every frown and smile was so tempting, her hair was still dripping with water, it

was obvious that she had just taken a bath. At the same time, the three people were stunned. “Ly…

Lyra?” “… Alma?”