"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
Lyra raised her voice and shouted, "Doctor, come quickly! Ronan is experiencing auditory hallucinations!" Although her voice was loud, it didn't help. On the contrary, the louder she shouted, the more people were afraid to come in. Even the guards standing at the door blushed and stepped back. If they went in and interrupted Ronan, who knew who would bear his wrath? Ronan's deep black eyes looked closely at her, fermenting with something inside, as deep as the vast stars. Lyra felt her scalp tighten as he approached, almost whispering in her ear, "I don't need a doctor." Lyra frowned, feeling a bad premonition, and stuttered, "Then what do you want?" Ronan smiled ambiguously and slowly approached, almost whispering next to her ear, "You've already given birth to my son. What do you think I want?" Lyra nearly bit down on her silver teeth! The last time, on the helicopter, she could consider herself bitten by a dog.
Lyra, regardless of everything, shouted at Ronan, "Yes, I'm willing to take his last name, he's my boyfriend!" "Boyfriend? I'm your husband!" Ronan coldly glanced at the woman beneath him, his thin lips curling into a cruel arc, and then suddenly his kiss forcefully pressed down. Ronan pinched her waist, kissing her deeply as if to possess her completely. Lyra twisted her head, trying to evade, and caught sight of the ashtray on the bedside table from the corner of her eye. She reached out, fingertips touching the ashtray, and struggled to grab it. If Ronan tried to violate her, she would not hesitate to smash his head! But another hand moved faster. Ronan swiftly snatched the ashtray from her hand, throwing it far away. He lowered his gaze, coldly staring at the flustered woman beneath him, his lips curling in a mocking smile. "What, you've learned to smoke in these five years?" Lyra tightly pressed her lips to
This man, why does he feel entitled to treat her like this over and over again?What will it take for him to let her go?Ronan stared at her heaving chest as she struggled, his eyes narrowing slightly, becoming even more intense, his breath starting to grow erratic.Lyra keenly sensed that something was wrong.Her frantic movements not only failed to free her but also seemed to excite the beast even more.Damn it!She immediately stopped moving, realizing it was too late.With one large hand grasping her chest, Ronan unzipped his pants with the other."Ronan, you dare!"Wide-eyed with horror, Lyra instinctively recoiled, her body trembling as she moved backward.Could she not escape?She refused to engage with him again!"In this world, is there anything I wouldn't dare to do?" Ronan sneered coldly, lifting her legs and drawing them closer.Their bodies, perfectly fitting together, had no gaps