"Mia, you're so good to me!" Matthew tightly hugged Lyra and refused to let go, constantly rubbing his chubby cheeks against her.Ronan gritted his teeth, glaring disapprovingly at Matthew, then pursed his lips and walked away briskly. Lyra watched his cold figure, feeling even more tender towards Matthew. The doctor came over and applied ointment to Matthew's bruises.Then Lyra took him to the restroom to clean his hands. Matthew complained of hunger, asking for a hamburger. Lyra reluctantly took him to McDonald's across the street from the hospital and bought him a chicken burger. "Matthew, does your dad hit you?" Lyra asked, worried. If Ronan did hit his son, she was considering whether to report it to the authorities. Although he had great influence in T city, this wasn't T city after all. At the very least, she could give him a warning or something. Chomping on his burger with a mouth full, Matthew looked like a cute little squirrel. "No, my dad has never hit me," he sa
Ronan's words, "My wife wouldn't abandon our son," completely shocked Lyra. Was Matthew her son? But didn't Torin say the child had died a long time ago? After thinking for a long time, Lyra decided she had to go find Torin to get things clear. She had never doubted Torin before; she just felt there must be some mistake. And now that Ronan also knew she was alive, he probably wouldn't let her go so easily. After pondering for a while, she realized she had to go find Torin to sort things out. Lyra packed everything up and handed the house keys to the landlord early the next morning. "I have urgent business and need to leave for a while. Once I've settled down, please send me my packed belongings." The landlord was curious, "What's going on? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" "I can't explain it right now, it's my private matter." Lyra hastily carried her luggage downstairs just as the taxi arrived. The landlord helped her load the luggage into the taxi's trunk. "I'm so
The airport announcement rang out: "Attention all passengers, we regret to inform you that your flight YX668 has been delayed due to weather conditions, and the departure time is pending. Please remain seated and wait for further instructions. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation!" The flight number is YX668. Lyra had an ominous feeling. She lowered her head to check her flight number, and sure enough, it was the flight she was supposed to take! How could this be so coincidental? Lyra gritted her teeth. As long as she could get into the waiting area, she would be relatively safe. She still handed her ID to the security officer. The security officer checked her ID and apologetically said, "I'm sorry, due to the weather conditions, your flight is delayed, and you can't get your boarding pass now." Lyra walked away disappointed. How could the flight be delayed just as it was her turn? Was it just a coincidence? After all, flight delays due to weather conditions wer
Ronan lifted his eyelids slightly, pretending not to notice. Along the way, Lyra was so nervous that her palms were sweating. She forced herself to appear calm and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window. The man lounging lazily beside her gave her a tremendous sense of oppression, making her deliberately suppress her breath. Sometimes the more worried you are, the more likely things are to happen. While waiting at the red light, Ronan squinted his eyes in the rearview mirror. The driver immediately understood, getting the CEO's meaning. He had been driving for Ronan for three years and had never seen Ronan sitting in a car with any woman before. There must be something about this mess. Greenlight, the driver stepped on the gas to start. As they turned at an intersection, he suddenly deliberately jerked the steering wheel outward. The driver smugly gave himself 32 thumbs up in his mind. He was a godsend! Sitting in the back seat, Lyra was caught off guard, and
Matthew suddenly whimsically said, "Little White, how about I find you a mom?" Little White barked twice, indicating he didn't understand. Matthew thought of Lyra's gentle demeanor and chuckled. With his chubby little legs kicking the edge of the bed, Matthew shyly said, "Little White, would you like Mia to be your mom?" Before Little White could respond, the hospital door was abruptly pushed open. Lyra appeared at the doorway, shouting, "Matthew!" Matthew paused for a moment, then immediately jumped off the bed. Bounding toward Lyra with joy, he rushed over like a gust of wind. He was just thinking about Mia, and Mia showed up. It was like they were on the same wavelength! Today he wore a Captain America hoodie and matching sweatpants, looking incredibly cute. "Mia, you came to see me!" he exclaimed excitedly, throwing himself into Lyra's arms. Dad said if he came to the hospital to play for a while, he'd bring Mia over. Dad wasn't lying after all; everything he said was
Five years ago, when Lyra was wheeled out of the operating room, he was injected with a sedative by the hospital doctors because his emotions were too intense. Now, upon reflection, it's clear that doctors at the Mayo Medical Center would never have had the audacity to do such a thing. Moreover, he secluded himself for several days, and when he emerged, Lyra's body had already been cremated. Was the rush to cremate her, not an attempt to destroy evidence? At the time, Matthew had just been born prematurely, and his health was much weaker than that of a full-term baby. For the sake of his son, he gradually pulled himself together. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there were too many strange aspects to the whole affair. When he first saw Mia Vale, he almost thought he was dreaming. He could be certain that Mia Vale was Lyra, his deceased wife of five years. Some might argue that there could be people who look so similar in the world. But he could swear one hund
"I finished my business and came over. I am your guardian, it's perfectly normal for me to come and find you," Ronan replied loftily. Matthew was almost driven crazy by his clueless father, wearing a face full of disdain, completely unwilling to hide it. "I'm already grown up, I don't need a guardian!" Ronan looked down at him disdainfully. Matthew tilted his head up to meet his gaze and realized just how much shorter he was compared to his father. Damn, being short was a disadvantage; he felt completely overshadowed by his dad! Matthew deflated, feeling disappointed. He had planned to confess to Mia today. How could he do it with his dad around? The standoff between father and son intensified, the tension thickening. Lyra stood awkwardly on the side. Ronan was already here, she couldn't just ask him to leave! So she delicately said, "Matthew and I are going to have dinner now. I've already reserved a table at the restaurant." The implication was clear: there's no seat reserve
Matthew nervously snatched the phone, only to find that it hadn't been dialed at all. "Dad, you lied to me!" The little guy immediately became furious. "So what if I lied to you?" Ronan snorted. "Lying makes your nose grow longer!" "Hmph, that's just a scare tactic..." Ronan initially wanted to say it was just to scare the kid, but then thought better of it. He couldn't say that, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to scare his son in the future. With a smug expression, he said, "That kind of thing only works on children, it does not affect me." "You lied, the teacher says everyone is the same!" "Ignorant little brat!" The two of them argued back and forth, refusing to give in to each other, leaving Lyra dumbfounded. She hadn't expected this father and son pair to argue so immaturely for a full ten minutes. Matthew was only five years old. But Ronan? Lyra's eye twitched. Was he really this immature, arguing with a child? Suddenly, she understood. So, this was how they interac
“Mia, do you want to go camping with us?” Matthew looked at her expectantly.Lyra pursed her lips, unable to refuse him."Sure, I'll go with you," she agreed."Great, we can go camping!" Matthew cheered.Matthew was ecstatic, lying on Lyra's chest and refusing to get up.His little head kept rubbing against her, and his innocent and cute voice said, "Mia, I haven't taken a bath today..."Lyra's heart melted as she carried Matthew to the bathroom, helped him bathe, and even used cotton swabs and a nail file to clean his ears.Matthew comfortably lay on Lyra's lap, chubby hands poking at her soft chest, enjoying her help in cleaning his ears.Having a wife is nice!Unlike Dad, who doesn't have a wife and wears a constipated expression every day.Seeing his adorable face, Lyra couldn't help but kiss his cheek.The little guy blushed."Matthew, do you like your dad?" Lyra asked tentatively.She and Ronan were not possible anymore. In the future, she would have to fight for Matthew's custo
Today he has already taken her several times, and if he takes her again, he's afraid her body won't be able to handle it.Adjusting his breath, Ronan leaned against Lyra's ear, still panting slightly."The account for today's deeds is temporarily unpaid, but I'll collect it from you later."His cool lips left a mark, capturing her sweet scent, and his large hand uncontrollably climbed under the covers.This woman had a kind of irresistible charm.Even her breathing seemed to tempt him, turning him into a beast, always wanting to take action against her, completely out of control.Ronan had never experienced anything like this with any woman before.As the CEO of Zenith Ventures, Ronan was never short of women around him; to say beautiful women were abundant would be an understatement.Celebrities, aristocratic ladies, ladies from noble families...But none of them, like Lyra, could provoke his desires so easily.Five years ago, he knew that her body was made for him, perfectly fitting
He forcefully shut off the shower, while Lyra reached out to turn it back on.Ronan firmly grasped her hand, his anger on the brink of eruption, each word squeezed out through his teeth, "Lyra, you better not provoke me again!"Lyra slowly turned her head, glancing at Ronan.She stood there, motionless, like a statue, her eyes empty.After a while, Lyra blankly looked up and noticed that there was no more water coming out of the shower.She reached out, wanting to turn it back on.Ronan's voice was as cold as his expression, "If you don't stop, I'll immediately send the video to your lover!"At his words, Lyra's whole body tensed, halting her attempt to turn the switch."Come here!" Ronan ordered coldly.Lyra's body felt heavy as if it were filled with lead, she forced herself to walk towards Ronan.One step, two steps... she almost exhausted all her strength, finally reaching him."Think I'm dirty? Huh?" Ronan pinched her chin, his eyes wild.In the past five years, he hadn't touched
"If you don't comply..." Ronan's voice trailed off, deliberately leaving the threat unsaid, his intentions clear.Lyra's lips quivered fiercely in response.Ronan was satisfied with her reaction and spoke with a smirk, "It's no big deal to show him, anyway. You're my wife, we've rolled in the sheets countless times, he knows it all.""I promise you," Lyra gritted her teeth, "I promise you, but you can't let him see the video."Suddenly, Ronan felt as if something had lodged in his chest. Lyra cared about Torin so much!Despite having the upper hand, Ronan felt utterly shattered."Since you've promised, show me your sincerity, this time it's your initiative," Ronan's voice echoed seductively in her ears.Lyra's chest trembled as she looked at him incredulously.This beastly man, she wished she could just stab him to death!But she also knew she couldn't fight this man right now.He held her weakness in his hands.Lyra mockingly tugged at her lip, slowly moving her body.Her legs ached
She reached for the bedside table lamp, but her wrist was easily caught by him. He sneered, "Do you think I'll give you a chance to smash my head?" "Get out! Get out!" Lyra's eyes turned red as if she had gone mad. But her strength couldn't match Ronan's. He was like a spider in a web, trapping Lyra tightly, leaving her with no chance of escape. For the first time, Lyra felt the immense disparity in strength between a man and a woman. She was no match for Ronan at all. Gasping for air heavily, Lyra struggled to sit up again, but Ronan forcefully pressed her back down. Lyra's body was being torn apart incessantly, and she almost thought she would be tortured to death. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. After what seemed like an eternity, the brutal abuse finally ceased. Ronan lay atop her, his breath thick and heavy. Lyra lay there like a lifeless puppet, her eyes hollow with despair, tears lingering at the corners. Her body was covered in red marks, bearing the tr
!Lyra was stunned by his shameless words and promptly turned away, ignoring him. Ronan's cheek became thicker and thicker, and he seemed to have no shame. Even though Lyra ignored him, he didn't get angry, continuing to gaze at her. Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, Lyra suddenly saw Matthew sitting up, rubbing his eyes, and jumping off the bed. Lyra quickly asked, "Matthew, what's wrong?" Still half-asleep, Matthew's tender voice murmured, "I need to pee." "I'll take you." Lyra, not knowing how to avoid Ronan, offered. With his eyes closed, Matthew replied with a sleepy "mm." Just as Lyra was about to take him to the bathroom, Ronan suddenly picked up their son, his deep, melodious voice saying, "I'll take him." As the father and son left, Lyra suddenly felt it was a perfect opportunity and quietly left the children's room, heading to her guest room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lyra felt extremely nervous, feeling that Ronan had malicious intentions. But now that s
Lyra turned her head and found Matthew already running into room 2016, her brow furrowed, and she hurriedly followed.In the room, Matthew climbed onto the bed, continuously pushing Ronan with his hands, shouting anxiously, "Daddy! Daddy!"Ronan lay on the bed dressed neatly, luckily they arrived in time; it seemed that Cordelia Locke hadn't succeeded.Matthew's pushing and shouting didn't elicit any response from Ronan, and he became increasingly worried, his little face scrunching up, on the verge of tears, as he cried out, "Mommy, mommy! Has daddy gone away?"Matthew's crying tugged at Lyra's heartstrings, her own heart pounding hard in her chest.Had Ronan...?She forced herself to calm down, walking over to Ronan's side and placing her hand gently on his attractive, steady nose.Thankfully!He was still breathing!It seemed he was just knocked unconscious.Lyra quickly took out her phone and dialed 911, simultaneously calling the hotel's room service to send someone over immediat
Even though Ronan was dressed neatly and lay quietly like a wooden man without giving any response, resembling a sleeping beauty.Cordelia Locke still couldn't resist his charm and excitedly straddled him, involuntarily moaning."Mmm... Ronan... so good..."Suddenly, someone outside the door started frantically ringing the doorbell.Cordelia Locke, who was immersed in excitement, was interrupted by the sudden ringing, making her very unhappy.Originally, she didn't want to pay attention and pretended there was no one in the room.But then she considered that if it was a room service attendant who saw no one inside, they might just swipe their card to enter.So she decided to send away the person outside first, and then come back to enjoy Ronan's body.The person outside suddenly changed tactics and began pounding on the door with their hands.Startled by the unexpected noise, Cordelia Locke hugged the towel around her and cautiously walked to the door, peering outside through the peep
Finally, the car arrived at the Grandeur Gala Hub clubhouse after twenty minutes. Lyra and Matthew approached the entrance but were stopped by a doorman. "I'm sorry, this is an exclusive private club. Only members are allowed inside," the doorman said, blocking their way. Lyra hurriedly explained, "We're here to find someone." "Even if you're looking for someone, you can't come in. Why don't you call your friend and have them come out to meet you?" the doorman refused to let them in. "What's a member?" Matthew asked, his little brows furrowing. The doorman glanced at him. Although he was just a child, his demeanor and attire were extraordinary, so the doorman politely replied: "A member is a VIP member who needs to pay an annual fee of one million." Lyra gasped, calculating the balance in her bank account. But no matter how she calculated, it was not enough. She hesitated, remembering that Torin had given her a card before, but she had never used it. Should she take it out n