Chapter 200

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