Lyra stood there, dejected.
Thinking about all the terrible things Ronan had done to her in the past.
He had hurt her over and over again.
During the first two years of their marriage, he had indulged in debauchery with other women, and then forced her to stay.
When she gave birth prematurely, he forcibly extracted her bone marrow from the operating table and used it to save Cordelia Locke.
He only saw her as a tool to be used, ready to sacrifice her life for other women at any moment.
Thinking about this, Lyra's body began to tremble violently.
Ronan could tell from her expression what she was thinking.
He said with a guilty tone, "Lyra, do you still hate me? I was wrong back then, and I regret it deeply. I shouldn't have forced you to donate bone marrow, almost killing you."
His voice lowered, filled with deep fear and self-blame.
"But look at Matthew, he's still so young. Can you bear to let him think
Lyra dragged her heavy steps back to the office. Matthew's colored paper and children's scissors were still on the desk, along with the little rabbit he gave her. During the afternoon class, Lyra was constantly distracted. After enduring until the end of the day, she went to the supermarket to buy things but forgot to pay, almost being mistaken for a thief. She quickly paid and explained for a long time, and the security guard let her go without calling the police. Back at home, Matthew's toys were still scattered everywhere. Lyra tidied up the toys and made dinner. Sitting at the table, she couldn't muster up an appetite and put down her chopsticks after only a few bites. She hurriedly cleaned up the dishes and climbed into bed, but couldn't feel sleepy at all. Lyra picked up her phone, almost calling Matthew. She wanted to ask him if he wanted Daddy or Mommy. The phone vibrated, but it was just
Later, he defeated Dorian Ashford by surprise attack, regained the position of President of Zenith Ventures. Cordelia Locke ran back to find him again, saying she was deceived by Dorian Ashford. She's shameless! How could he have been so blind as to lose Lyra for her? Since Cordelia Locke is so shameless, he might as well find her to vent his anger. Ronan's large hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, his handsome face darkened, and he said in a cold tone, "Do you need me to send someone to pick you up?" "No need, no need! I'll come over by myself!" Cordelia Locke was extremely excited, almost unable to believe what she was hearing. Ronan agreed to see her! He agreed to let her come to the Emperor Hotel! Doesn't this mean that Ronan has forgiven her? Cordelia Locke was overjoyed and couldn't help laughing out loud! After following Dorian Ashford as a mistress, Dorian Ashford initially treated
Every day, she only ate white rice and vegetables, even feeding the scraps of meat to stray dogs. She said those stray dogs were pitiful. She couldn't even feed herself properly, yet she had the leisure to pity dogs? Cordelia Locke even boasted that her boyfriend was the master of the Emperor Hotel, ridiculous! For someone like her, thin and pale, lacking both dignity and figure, what kind of taste would the owner of the Emperor Hotel have to be interested in her? Even the job of street sweeping she had was arranged by the community out of pity for her. A woman like Cordelia Locke, let alone being a mistress in an unattainable mansion, even being a servant in the Emperor Hotel, the aunties wouldn't believe it! Such absurd words probably only fooled fools. In front of everyone, the auntie demanded that Cordelia Locke provide evidence to prove she had been to the Emperor Hotel. Otherwise, she would be considered a
"The young master is waiting for you, hurry up!" Zane the butler urged impatiently. Cordelia Locke said awkwardly, "Can you help me pay the taxi fare first?" Zane the butler frowned and looked at the taxi driver outside. "The fare!" The driver spread his hands, saying unhappily. "I'll pay you back later!" Cordelia Locke said, her neck turning red. Zane the butler took out some money from his bag and handed it to the driver. "It's double the fare! She promised to pay me double for bringing her here," the driver grumbled discontentedly. Zane the butler handed over another bill, and only then did the driver take the money and leave. "Now can we go?" Zane the butler said, not hiding his annoyance. He didn't understand what the young master was thinking, mistaking a fish for a pearl! To think that for such a lowly woman, he caused the death of the young mistress. Cordelia Locke followed Zane the butle
Cordelia Locke bit her lip and walked to the side of the swimming pool. It was still pouring rain, and this man actually wanted her to bathe in the pool. She clutched her clothes tightly, feeling so upset that she could hardly breathe. "Watch her wash, and don't let her come up until she's been in there for an hour," Ronan heartlessly ordered before turning and walking back into the house. Two servants blocked Cordelia Locke's view at the door, preventing her from seeing inside the main building of the Emperor Hotel. "Hurry up and wash, didn't you hear what the young master said?" the servant said impatiently. The torrential rain continued, with large raindrops relentlessly falling. Cordelia Locke bit her lip, tossed away the umbrella, took off her cleaner's uniform, and walked into the swimming pool. She felt deeply insulted, but she couldn't bring herself to leave now. The icy rain kept pounding on her face.
Cordelia Locke cried her heart out.It was so high, she really didn't dare to jump.Ronan was playing her.After Ronan's command, two servants quickly came up and lifted her up, dragging her away from the tower.They dragged her out of the Emperor Hotel all the way and threw her out."Miss Cordelia, I won't ask you to repay the fare for the car I arranged for you. Here are your clothes."Zane, the butler, held Cordelia Locke's cleaner's uniform with two fingers, as if touching some disgusting bacteria, and threw it away.A huge wave of humiliation swept over Cordelia Locke's body.She finally came to her senses, realizing that Ronan had never intended to reconcile with her.He just wanted to humiliate her cruelly.With resentment in her heart, she left.She swore that she would not let this go, she would definitely sleep with Ronan!When Zane, the butler, returned to the house, he happened to see Ron
The originally groggy Lyra suddenly shook, her face full of fear and tension as she looked around. That extremely arrogant and domineering voice rang out again: "Lyra, get your ass out here!" The voice seemed to be coming from a loudspeaker. An inexplicable premonition made Lyra look upstairs. She immediately widened her eyes, seeing a row of black-clad figures standing in the staircase corridor. Escaping was out of the question. That annoying voice continued. "Lyra, get out here now!" With these intimidating black-clad men around, the neighbors who were woken up could only whisper and wonder what was happening. Lyra gritted her teeth, grateful she now went by the name "Mia Vale"; otherwise, she'd be thoroughly embarrassed! She turned to go back inside, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. But as she turned, those black-clad men all spoke up loudly and in unison: "Miss Lyra, please come
Ronan had no strength left, so he could only let Lyra kick his handsome face. Having lived for more than twenty years, Ronan had never been humiliated like this before. Anger churned in his chest, almost exploding. Several times, he tried to use his hands to pull Lyra's foot down, only to be harshly kicked on the hand by her. Lyra was simply addicted to kicking. Kick to death, you shameless scumbag! Jerk! Since their marriage seven years ago, she had always been in a disadvantaged position, always being abused by Ronan. Now that she finally had the chance to abuse this big scumbag, how could she easily let go of the opportunity? Lyra exerted all her strength, kicking and kicking Ronan's body, even her teddy bear slippers flew out. Until her chest anger was vented almost, she stopped. A bruise appeared on Ronan's left face, with a large imprint of the slipper. His eyes seemed to spew fire, staring