Chapter 165

"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