Chapter 120

Ronan went to Majestic Crest Villa.

Upon seeing him, Lyra immediately became defensive, shielding her stomach and glaring at him as if he were an enemy.

"Lyra, have you made up your mind?" he asked with a stern expression.

"Get lost!"

Lyra grabbed a cup from the table and threw it fiercely. "I will never let you touch my child unless I'm dead!"

Ronan didn't dodge; he didn't even blink. This was what he owed Lyra, and he deserved it.

The cup hit his forehead, breaking the skin, and soon blood started oozing, staining his eyebrow.

As Lyra looked at the blood streak on his cheek, her eyes welled up with tears.

In that moment of fury, she had used almost all her strength.

For a brief moment, she wished she could just kill him with that throw.

Something was flickering in Ronan's eyes, but when he looked at Lyra, he resumed a calm demeanor, with a hint of mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

"If you want a c