She felt a jolt at her brow and instinctively exclaimed, "Oops!"
Ronan squinted slightly. He could feel that she hadn't done anything in these five years, as tight as ever. "Take your filthy hands off me!" Lyra's face contorted in pain, shouting angrily. However, it did not affect Ronan. He gave her a cold glance, not even raising an eyebrow. No matter how hard she resisted, his hands seemed stuck to her body like glue. "You...!" Lyra had barely opened her mouth, giving Ronan the opportunity. He immediately kissed her forcefully. The taste was too wonderful, too enjoyable. He had endured for five years, waited for five years, all for this day? Lyra beneath him was simply too exquisite. She was as delightful as an overly sweet chocolate. Even if someone pointed a gun at him now, he wouldn't stop; he was willing to indulge completely. That urgency, that impatience, made all his blood rush to a certain place below, making him both anxious and sore
Ronan looked strangely at the woman beneath him, unable to snap out of it for a long time. His expression was filled with confusion as he incredulously said, "What trick are you playing now?" Lyra replied calmly as if she had accepted everything, "Nothing, just had a change of heart, no big deal, just consider it being bitten by a dog." She gritted her teeth inwardly, this despicable man, she would make him regret it! "If I were a dog, would you still want to have my puppies?" Ronan raised an eyebrow. If it were anyone else daring to insult him like this, they would have been thrown off the rooftop long ago. But when it was Lyra insulting him, he found it amusing. He even hoped she would talk more to him, no matter what she said, he was willing to listen. Even if she cursed at him, he would be happy. He had rolled around in the business world for many years and experienced countless people. With just one look at Lyra's expression, he k
Zane, the butler, sat on the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Mi... Madame!" Oh my god, in broad daylight, this is like seeing a ghost! Zane had followed out of concern for Ronan, but he never expected to see the woman who had supposedly died five years ago as soon as he tried to open the rooftop door. He almost instantly recognized her. There was no mistaking it! With his eyes closed, Zane shouted, "Amitabha! Amitabha! Madame, I know you were wronged when you died five years ago. Every year during Qingming Festival, I burn paper money for you, hoping you'll ascend to heaven soon and not linger in the human realm..." As Zane spoke, he continued to chant with his hands clasped together, his face looking like he was about to kneel before Lyra! Lyra's mouth twitched. Well, wasn't this something? In the minds of others, she had died five years ago. So of course, they would mistake her for a ghost now.
When the guards saw her, they immediately stood at attention, ready for anything. Approaching her, one of the guards politely asked, "Madame, may I help you with something?" Lyra glanced around and pulled the door slightly closed to block the guard's view, preventing him from seeing inside. She smiled and said, "Well, you see, Ronan wants to eat breakfast, so I'm going out to buy him some. You stay here and make sure no one disturbs his rest." The guard hesitated; Zane had already told them. The woman in the master's hospital room was his wife, the legitimate mistress. Although they didn't understand what was going on, they knew too much about the grievances of the wealthy family was unnecessary. As long as they treated this mistress well! The guard nodded, "Which restaurant does the master want xiaolongbao from? I'll go buy it immediately." Lyra hurriedly said, "No need; only I know where that restaurant is."
Lyra was startled. She hadn't expected Ronan to lose control like this. He could kill someone like this! Though she hated him, she didn't want Matthew's father to go to prison. Just imagine, having a father who was a murderer. Matthew would never hold his head up high. The next moment, Lyra jumped up and rushed over to stand in front of the bodyguard. "Ronan, you can't do this to him!" Suddenly, Lyra remembered many years ago when Ronan inexplicably beat her, whipping her with a belt until she was covered in bruises. At that time, doctors came to treat her wounds and told her that Ronan had suffered trauma in his childhood. He had a condition called paranoid personality disorder. He was extremely irritable and prone to violent outbursts, which he couldn't control. Lyra couldn't bear to watch the bodyguard lose his life because of her! "You can't?" Ronan scoffed, his lips curling mockingly
"Are you satisfied? Can you remove the things now?" Ronan's voice was low. "You must promise to let him go and stop bothering him," Lyra demanded, pushing her luck. "You care about him?" Ronan's chest surged with an inexplicable annoyance as he looked at the bodyguard, finding him increasingly displeasing. Could he not compare to a mere bodyguard? He had already made up his mind to secretly dispose of this annoying bodyguard when Lyra wasn't paying attention! "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!" Lyra said, kicking Ronan's knee without hesitation. Although it didn't hurt, it annoyed Ronan greatly. "You're planning to bother him later, aren't you?" Lyra said angrily. Ronan squinted slightly, surprised at how well this woman understood him. "Promise me right now that you'll never bother him again," Lyra demanded, kicking Ronan a few times for good measure, pushing her luck. Her actions drew gasp
Ronan's handsome face turned red from being choked, but he didn't stop violating Lyra. The kiss became increasingly wild, and his hands were too aggressive in exploring Lyra's body. Every touch sent shivers down Lyra's spine. The doctors, nurses, and bodyguards at the door all blushed and averted their eyes. Normally, it was best not to intervene in a couple's fight. But witnessing such an intense conflict between the two, they couldn't just leave. It was indeed awkward! Lyra's hands squeezed Ronan's neck tightly. This devil ruined everything for her, and she hated him to the core, wishing she could kill him with her own hands! Five years of suppressed hatred erupted in this moment. With red eyes and no thoughts in her mind, Lyra just wanted Ronan dead. If he died, everything would be better. She wouldn't have to live in fear anymore, and she could regain custody of Matthew. The m
"Lyra, do you still hate me? If killing me would make you feel better, I don't mind if you do." "Back then, it was my fault, I have nothing to say if you want revenge. Go ahead!" Ronan's voice was like a charm, deep and enticing, like a deadly pleasure. His large hand held her small one, pressing it against his chest, the tip of the knife slowly piercing his chest. The blood spreading from his shoulder stabbed Lyra's eyes with pain. She stared blankly at Ronan, just inches away, unable to say a word. Lyra's face was pale, biting her trembling lips tightly. She was completely stunned, unable to make out what Ronan was saying. Her mind had only one thought. She had killed! She had killed Ronan! She had become a murderer! The more she thought, the more terrified she felt. Her body began to tremble violently as she fiercely pulled back her hand. With a clang, the fruit knife f