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
"Get out of the way!" Lyra squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.Her neck was marked with traces left by a man, from her collarbone to her chin, making the bodyguard hesitant to look directly, so he averted his gaze.He hesitated for a moment, torn between letting Lyra go and keeping her from running away.Suddenly, his arm was forcefully grabbed, startling Lyra into dodging backward. Ronan embraced her waist, pulling her into his arms. "Why are you running around?"Lyra looked up, meeting Ronan's handsome face, still carrying a lazy expression of post-love bliss.She pushed him away frantically. "Don't touch me.""You're my wife, I can touch you if I want," Ronan said, holding her soft waist, intoxicated by her sweet fragrance, and leaning down to kiss her cheek.Lyra pushed against his chest. "Please, not here."Ronan paused, realizing they were in the corridor.Though the bodyguards discreetly looked away, he still didn't want Lyra to be seen by anyone, as if she were his
Lyra was held in his arms, just about to push him away when suddenly her stomach rumbled. The man holding her immediately noticed and slightly backed off, puzzled. "Are you hungry?" Feeling embarrassed, Lyra's face flushed as she grumbled, "I've been tied up by you all day, and I haven't eaten anything!" Ronan frowned, realizing his oversight. He was feeling a bit hungry himself. After all, they hadn't eaten anything since yesterday night's commotion, and even the strongest person couldn't hold out forever. He walked over to the phone and ordered some food to be brought up. "I want to take a shower," Lyra said, trying to find various excuses to avoid being with him. "Do you want me to help you?" Ronan looked at her, his dark eyes glinting. Lyra was immediately scared and waved her hand. "I can manage by myself." She hurriedly ran into the bathroom of the room. Lyra had originally planned to take her time and spend a few hours showering, but just five minutes after she entered
Suddenly the journalists started to stir, as if some big shot had arrived. Lyra inexplicably turned to look at the swarm of journalists. It was Ronan. He stood there, looking coldly at everything. Bodyguards surrounded him, keeping Ronan separated from the continuously crowding journalists. Although Ronan's bodyguards were all retired special forces, rigorously trained security personnel, they were overwhelmed by the sheer number of journalists. Hundreds of them surged forward, making it very difficult for the bodyguards to hold them back. Lyra saw Ronan being pushed back several steps, almost stumbling. With each step back, his handsome face grew increasingly grim. His thin lips pressed into a straight line, emitting a terrifying chill from head to toe. The journalists, who had previously been jostling to get closer, shivered and retreated at the sight of Ronan's demonic appearance, as if from the depths of hell. Seizing the opportunity, the bodyguards quickly formed a hum
Ronan himself keeps a very low profile, rarely appearing in public and refusing interviews. Even Ronan's son is shielded from any publicity to the extent that the public doesn't even know his name, Matthew. It's precisely because of this that Ronan attracts so much attention. Moreover, this recent news has caused quite a stir. The photos are extremely sensational, and within just ten minutes of being leaked, they've already become the number one topic. "The Zenith Ventures President, the Diamond Man, the man women most want to marry, has been kidnapped! He's been beaten! How scandalous!" Lyra watched eagerly as Ronan faced the reporters, his handsome face darkening with each probing question. Her heart soared with joy. The arrogant and self-important Ronan finally faces the music. Watching Ronan being bombarded with questions on TV, Lyra couldn't help but feel giddy with excitement. If it weren't for the fear of the bodyguards outside hearing her, she would have been rolling o