"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
Lyra felt warm inside. But she also felt a bit worried, afraid that Matthew might do something mischievous. Seeing the little guy's confident demeanor, Lyra didn't want to discourage him, so she just nodded. Ronan gave his son a deep look, then tapped the table and called the waiter, "Get the manager over here." Soon the manager came over, saying politely, "Hello, is there anything wrong? Is it about the food or the service?" Matthew felt ignored and immediately became displeased. Why did the manager only speak to Dad when he came in? He was being completely ignored! Matthew climbed onto the stool (his short legs couldn't reach), put his hand in his pocket, and leaned to the side, looking arrogant and just like a miniature version of Ronan. "The hygiene in this restaurant is terrible!" Matthew looked down at the manager disdainfully. The manager was momentarily stunned, seeing that the two adults didn't speak, then turned his gaze to the little guy. Politely, the manager as
The manager was stunned. He had originally intended to have the waitress apologize, at most firing her. But he didn't expect Matthew to demand that the waitress shave her head! This waitress was his niece, and they had a somewhat ambiguous relationship, having rolled in the sheets before she was promoted to head waitress. Firing her in front of Ronan and his group would just be for show. But shaving her head would be going too far. "This request is difficult to fulfill," the manager said through gritted teeth. "Is it?" Matthew mimicked Ronan's posture, squinting at the manager. "Can we change the punishment to something else? Treating a girl like this is a bit..." The manager hesitated. "Change it?" Matthew scoffed. "Change it to shutting down this restaurant?" Matthew's cold smirk was just like Ronan's. The manager trembled under his intimidating aura, realizing that this little devil was not easy to deal with. The manager looked at Ronan with a troubled expression. "Mr.
"At dinner, no talking!" Ronan's cold voice rang out. The long-ignored Ronan raised an eyebrow, meeting Lyra's eyes. He was the child's father, and she had no reason to stop him from teaching his son how to eat. Lyra pursed her lips, unable to say anything. Matthew's mouth opened, and the meatball in his hand pitifully dropped to the floor. Dad's temper was getting harder and harder to handle. Dad must be jealous of his sweet moments with Mia! With resentment, Matthew haphazardly scooped up a few bites of rice. After dinner, the little guy jumped off the chair. "Dad, I'm going to the bathroom!" "Okay." "Mia, I'll be right back!" As soon as the little guy left, the private room was left with only Lyra and Ronan. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and even breathing seemed difficult. Lyra picked up her water glass and took a sip, while Ronan thoughtfully looked at the glass in her hand. "I heard Miss Mia is a teacher?" Ronan suddenly asked. "Yes." Why wasn't Matthew
"You probably have about five seconds to consider," Ronan said casually. "A kiss! I'll kiss!" Lyra gritted her teeth. She didn't want Matthew to see this scene, so she had to agree. Just pretend she was kissing Matthew! Lyra clenched her lips tightly, glaring at the despicable man in front of her as if she could spew fire from her eyes. Ronan nonchalantly moved closer to her, making it easier for her to kiss him. Lyra gritted her teeth. If Matthew saw this, she would be so embarrassed. But to kiss Ronan voluntarily was something she strongly resisted. "Do you kiss or not?" Ronan leaned against the wall with both hands, trapping her in his embrace, raising an eyebrow. "Or should I wait for you to give me a demonstration?" Lyra bit her lip tightly, her eyes filled with disgust and struggle. "Mia, I'm back!" Just as Matthew pushed open the door to the private room, Ronan suddenly grabbed her and pulled her behind the screen. "Huh! Where's Mia? Why isn't Dad here?" Matthew swi
If five years ago, he hadn't made that wrong decision. Then now, would his wife and son be happily surrounding him? Ronan squinted his eyes, refusing to shift his gaze away for even a moment, as if blinking would make all the beauty before him disappear. Lyra and Matthew approached, with Matthew in a very cheerful mood, greeting proactively, "Good morning, Dad!" Lyra stood by, somewhat awkwardly pursing her lips, saying nothing. After looking at her for a moment, Ronan suddenly, without a word, grabbed Matthew by the back of his collar, lifting his whole small body and throwing him into the back seat. Matthew's short legs kicked in dissatisfaction, and he grumbled loudly, "Dad, how could you just throw me like that? Mia will see, and I'll be embarrassed!" The man gave him a cold glance. Matthew shrank his neck, not daring to speak further. He pressed the car window button, chubby little hands resting on the window sill, revealing his adorable little head. "Mia, bye!" "Goodb
She didn't know whether Ronan truly didn't remember himself, or if he was planning some conspiracy. She couldn't shake off a strong sense of crisis, reminding her to be careful. Five years ago, he had caused her to give birth prematurely by force and then forced her to donate bone marrow during surgery. It all seemed like it happened just yesterday. He chose to risk her life to save Cordelia Locke. Since he had already chosen Cordelia Locke, why did he still appear before her? And what about Matthew... Was he her child? Lyra twisted the faucet open again, lowering her head as she splashed cold water on her face. Behind her, a tall figure stood to the side. Ronan frowned, staring at her back intently, his gaze never wavering. He hadn't expected this woman to be in such demand. There were even people confessing to her! Hmph! Ronan gritted his teeth, thinking bitterly, as Lyra stagge
“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