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
Lyra was shocked, sitting there dumbfounded, not speaking or moving. Ronan glanced at her before turning to the doctor and saying, "Hurry up!" He didn't care about this minor injury at all. The doctor pressed down on the wound with disinfectant cotton. A piercing pain made Ronan's tall figure tremble. But apart from a faint frown, there was no expression on his handsome face. At first, the doctor was a bit worried with so many bodyguards around Ronan. Afraid he wouldn't handle it well and they would bury him alive. But seeing that Ronan seemed completely unconcerned about the wound on his body, the doctor let go and boldly began to treat him. "Master Ronan, because the wound is too deep, we need to stitch it up. We need to administer anesthesia now." "No need!" Ronan said lightly. He hated the feeling of losing control. Even temporary anesthesia in a certain part of his body was unaccepta
Lyra looked at the medicine in her hand, it was the wound-healing trauma medicine. She gritted her teeth, feeling extremely reluctant, but she had to apply the medicine to Ronan. When she saw Ronan's smug face, she immediately became even more annoyed! This big scumbag used their son to threaten her. Wasn't that their son? How could he do such a thing? Seeing Ronan's enjoying expression, Lyra felt extremely displeased. Wasn't it just to serve him? Then she would serve him properly! Lyra held the medicine bottle and poured the entire contents directly onto the wound on Ronan's shoulder. Ronan hadn't received anesthesia when the wound was stitched, and it was only due to the strong endurance that he seemed fine. But now, with Lyra pouring the entire bottle of trauma medicine, Ronan couldn't help but let out a groan of pain, despite his strong endurance. Lyra hadn't expected herself to do th
Lyra glared at Ronan, her eyes blazing with fury, almost as if she wished to burn a hole through him. "I want, of course I want Matthew!" she growled at him. Ronan stared at her expression, his lips curling coldly. This woman's expression, did it mean she only wanted her son and not her husband? It was unfair, husband and son were a package deal, buy one get one free, she couldn't just refuse one! Ronan gave a disdainful snort, released her, and told her flatly, "Medicine." This scumbag, his expression suddenly changed, making Lyra suspect he had split personality disorder. She cursed inwardly, viciously picking up the medicine bottle. Ronan lazily leaned back on the sofa, waiting leisurely. That relaxed expression made Lyra angry just looking at it, and in a fit of impulsiveness, she couldn't help but want to strike again. Just as she was about to ruthlessly attack Ronan's wound again, Ronan seemed to h
“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