Chapter 103

Lyra chuckled, pointing at the disheveled Lily kneeling on the ground:

"She claims to be the good friend of your beloved woman, and she even considers herself the mistress of Emperor Garden, thinking she can touch my things at will! I dare not refuse her!"

Ronan glanced around, his eyes sweeping over the two dresses on the floor.

He squinted, recognizing both dresses as the ones he had bought for Lyra.

Because Lyra's belly had grown larger, she couldn't wear them anymore. Just a few days ago, he specifically instructed Butler Zane to keep them properly.

Looking at Lily in her exposed state, Ronan probably guessed the reason for the situation.

He was angry, infuriated by Lily's reckless words.

What did she mean by his most beloved woman?

Even if he felt guilt and sympathy for Cordelia Locke, could such words be said recklessly in front of his wife?

How could this fool be Cordelia Locke's good friend?

Lyra, sitting on the sofa, supporting her belly, had an unhappy expression.

Ronan walk