Chapter 6：Catch his Attention

Lyra rushed to the upstairs room and found her dropped USB drive.

While coming downstairs, Ronan remained motionless, not even changing his posture.

Lyra wanted to storm out, but her feet seemed nailed to the ground against her will.

After hesitating for a while, she gritted her teeth, realizing they were still married, and she couldn't leave him alone.

She struggled to help Ronan onto the sofa, wiping his face and hands with a warm towel, and covering him with a blanket.

Once everything was done, she sat beside, staring blankly at the man before her.

The room was silent.

It was so quiet that Lyra could hear Ronan's shallow breathing and strong heartbeat.

The faint fragrance unique to him mixed with the strong scent of alcohol, occasionally reaching her nostrils.

The refined, almost picture-perfect man slept soundly.

His thick eyelashes cast beautiful shadows around his eye sockets, his indifferent lips formed a soft curve, and his flawless skin was immaculate.

Even in slumber, this striking man dazzled Lyra, leaving her somewhat dazed.

This person was her husband, the one she was supposed to spend her life holding hands with.

Involuntarily, she reached out and gently touched his face, the warm sensation causing her heart to skip a beat.

She remembered the first time she saw him that afternoon, his lofty demeanor, the gentle breeze tousling his dark hair, and his captivating voice.

"Lyra?"

He called her name, what happened afterward?

Afterward, she blushed.

And then, their marriage began.

Lyra touched her cheek, not realizing tears had formed.

She wiped them away, somewhat disheveled, grabbing her handbag and rushing to the door.

When Ronan woke up, the bright sunlight poured through the wide windows, illuminating the room.

He had a good dream and felt relaxed all over as he lazily half-closed his eyes.

It seemed like he dreamed of returning to two years ago when a petite figure had strenuously carried him, rescuing him from a burning warehouse.

Ronan stretched and, suddenly wide awake, sat up from the sofa.

Puzzled, he glanced around; was this... Majestic Crest Villa?

How did he end up here?

The last time he brought Lumi Hawthorne here, he had too much to drink. Now, again, after drinking too much, two consecutive accidents were beyond belief!

Ronan rubbed his brow, swiftly got up, did a quick wash, and left; he didn't want to encounter that unfamiliar wife!

After tidying up, Ronan's handsome face resumed its cold and aloof expression. Passing by the gate of Majestic Crest Villa, a security guard politely greeted him, "Good evening, Mr. Ronan!"

Ronan glanced at him askance, and strangely asked, "How did I get back last night?"

The guard respectfully answered, "Mrs. Lyra brought you back last night."

Frowning, it was her?

There seemed to be a lingering warmth on his lips; in his dream, he even kissed a woman.

Ronan forcefully rinsed his mouth with water, wiping his beautiful lips as if disinfecting them.

The person who saved him was Cordelia Locke!

The urgent matter now was to find bone marrow for Cordelia quickly!

Lyra arrived at Horizon Global Enterprises Inc. Torin had lent her a suit jacket, which she had dry-cleaned and was returning to him.

At this time, most employees had left. She smoothly made her way to the general manager's office.

She noticed Torin's office door was slightly ajar, and she could hear Torin's voice calling, "Amy? Amy?"

The tone sounded urgent, unlike Torin's usual calm demeanor. Lyra hesitated, walked to the door, gently pushed it open, and said, "Amy has already left."

At the sound, Torin abruptly looked up, surprised to see her. A fleeting expression of almost imperceptible astonishment crossed his eyes, "It's you?"

Lyra raised the bag in her hand, saying, "Your jacket that I borrowed has been dry-cleaned. I've brought it back for you."

Torin gestured towards a nearby table, "You can leave it there."

After placing the bag down, Lyra noticed Torin's furrowed brow, his delicate face a bit pale, and his right hand pressed against his stomach.

Because of the force, his immaculate nails turned slightly white.

Torin looked up, seeing that Lyra hadn't left yet, and couldn't help but ask, "Anything else?"

Just as he finished speaking, he gasped, his right hand pressing harder against his abdomen.

"What's wrong with you?" Lyra asked with concern.

Torin took a moment to compose himself, then, somewhat weary, shook his head, "It's nothing, an old ailment. Skipped dinner, so my stomach is hurting."

Glancing at the time, it was already past seven in the evening. Unable to hold back, she said, "Then you should finish work and go eat!"

Torin's slender fingers tapped on the thick stack of files on the table, sighing, "I'll finish reviewing this season's spring fashion designs before leaving."

"Could you please help me pour a cup of hot water?"

His complexion turned paler, a thin layer of sweat even appearing on his forehead, indicating how uncomfortable he was feeling.

"Sure." Lyra picked up a clean cup from the table and walked to the water dispenser, pouring a cup of hot water for him.

"Thank you." Torin lifted the cup, and took a sip of the hot water, feeling a bit relieved from the turmoil in his stomach.

With one hand holding the cup, Torin picked up the documents again and resumed working.

Pursing her lips, Lyra thought Torin was a decent person. She appreciated his straightforwardness about things she didn't approve of. She hesitated a bit before saying, "How about having dinner first before continuing work?"

Torin looked up, somewhat surprised at her suggestion.

Without further ado, Lyra walked over, forcefully took the documents from his hand, placed them on the table, and swiftly continued, "Let's go, have dinner first. It's not efficient to work when your stomach isn't feeling well."

Torin squinted slightly, his gaze slowly falling on Lyra's face. Her fair skin seemed fragile, with a faint blush on her cheeks. But what drew attention the most were her bright eyes.

Beautiful, dense eyelashes paired with arched eyebrows made her look captivating, impossible to look away from when she smiled.

A hint of unfathomable sharpness flashed in Torin's eyes. His deep, remote gaze turned, and a slight smile curled his lips, "Very well, let's go then!"

They went to a well-reputed restaurant. After ordering, Lyra specifically instructed the waiter to bring a cup of hot water for Torin.

Torin narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling, "Thank you." Then, in a casual tone, he remarked, "You're very caring. Your husband must be fortunate!"

Lyra was taken aback, her hands clenched under the table, her expression stiff. After a while, she replied somewhat bitterly, "He's... alright, I guess."

Torin lifted the hot water and took a sip, understanding the situation but not pressing further. He changed the subject abruptly, "To be honest, I feel quite regretful about your resignation."

Lyra also felt regretful. Despite having worked at Horizon Global Enterprises Inc. for only a few days, she enjoyed the vibrant working atmosphere there.

Torin's obsidian-like eyes glanced at the silently thoughtful Lyra. Slowly, he said, "This season's spring collection is about to launch. The design department is short of staff now, and I truly hope you'd consider coming back to work..."

Lyra firmly pursed her lips, not having a chance to respond, when suddenly, an unpleasant commotion arose in the restaurant.

"No seats? How could there be no seats?"

At the sound, Lyra's shoulders trembled. She abruptly turned to look at the source of the noise.

Torin furrowed his brows slightly, then turned his head, his eyes swiftly showing a barely perceptible hint of derision.

Ronan, with his bewitching appearance, was accompanied by the elegantly dressed Lumi Hawthorne, strutting like a blossoming flower.

His naturally aristocratic features exuded a certain charm, while his slender almond-shaped eyes were dazzlingly attractive.

"Apologies, Mr. Ronan, but there are no available seats today," the restaurant manager bowed, apologizing continuously.

"My usual table?" Ronan's beautiful eyes glanced over this way.

Seeing the seats already occupied, the manager kept apologizing, "Since you didn't have a reservation, we..."

Ignoring the manager's explanation, Ronan straightforwardly walked over, followed by Lumi Hawthorne, who was holding his arm confidently.

"This seat is mine; you guys find another one," Ronan casually declared, sounding as though it was the most logical thing.

Lyra's tightly clenched hands were getting even tighter under the table. Unable to see her expression due to her lowered head, Torin felt a slight furrow on his brow sensing the anger emanating from her.

"Mr. Ronan, this..." The restaurant manager was anxious, not daring to offend Ronan but also unable to ask the seated guests to vacate.

Suddenly, Torin stood up, politely smiling, "Ronan, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet you here."

Ronan's eyes flickered with surprise. Torin took the initiative to extend his hand, introducing himself, "I'm Torin from Horizon Global Enterprises Inc."

Both tall and equally noble-looking, the two men faced each other, their gazes entangling in the air.

Horizon Global Enterprises Inc. had gained recent fame, with rumors of its owner being very low-key, so unexpectedly encountering him here was surprising.

After all, being a businessman, Ronan quickly extended his hand to shake Torin's, "So, you're Torin. A pleasure to meet you!"

Lumi Hawthorne's expression stiffened. She hadn't expected to meet Torin here.

In her anxiousness about what to do, Torin amiably smiled at her, "I presume this is Ronan's wife? Ronan, you have excellent taste!"

Lumi Hawthorne was taken aback, puzzled by Torin's words, yet the address of "Ronan's wife" was the title she had longed for.

Her eyes lit up, immediately becoming pleased. Softly, she replied, "Hello, Mr. Torin!"

She didn't correct Torin's assumption; she was more than happy for others to mistake her for Ronan's wife.

Laughing inwardly, Torin's expression remained sincere, "You look familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"

This upscale restaurant attracted attention when the phrase "Ronan's wife" was mentioned, prompting others to glance their way, curious to see this mysterious CEO's wife.

"Mr. Torin has such a sense of humor," Lumi Hawthorne smiled radiantly, reveling in the admiring looks of others.

Ronan's gaze turned somewhat sharp, sensing that Torin's seemingly genuine smile harbored ulterior motives.

Indeed, Torin changed his tone, "Mrs. Ronan, the more I look at you, the more familiar you seem. We must have met."

Lumi Hawthorne's smile became forced, clinging to Ronan's arm, she coquettishly said, "Ronan, let's go somewhere else to eat. I'm hungry."

Torin suddenly clapped his hands, speaking up, "I remember now. Aren't you the actress Lumi Hawthorne? No wonder I found you familiar!"

He deliberately referred to Lumi Hawthorne as an "actress," subtly mocking her acting skills.

As the saying goes, the dog's behavior reflects its owner.

At these words, Ronan's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, his tone displeased as he asked Torin, "Mr. Torin, what do you mean?"

Torin showed a look of sudden realization, "What do I mean? Oh, so you're not Ronan's wife. I thought Mr. Ronan brought his wife out for dinner!"

This wasn't the end. Torin continued with feigned regret, shaking his head repeatedly, "No matter how great love is, it shouldn't destroy someone else's marriage and family happiness. Miss Lumi's view on love is far from the image of our company's spokesperson."

Lumi Hawthorne's face changed; Ronan was unaware of the incident where she was dismissed as the brand ambassador.

At Torin's words, Ronan turned his gaze towards her. Under the lights, her fair skin, bright eyes, and flushed cheeks made her exceptionally striking.

She wasn't even wearing makeup, her natural beauty, coupled with the heavily made-up Lumi Hawthorne next to her, made her look even more elegant and sophisticated, effortlessly outshining the popular star.

The willful hot pepper immediately caught Ronan's attention. She looked visibly upset, and after speaking, she didn't even look at them, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door.

Seeing Lyra, Lumi Hawthorne's pupils contracted. Why was it her?

Ronan's gaze fell on Lyra, and in the dim light, her skin was like snow, her bright eyes shining. Even without any makeup, her natural beauty outshone the heavily made-up Lumi Hawthorne, making her appear more refined and striking.

Lyra suddenly attracted Ronan's attention; she looked angry. After her remark, without looking at them, she grabbed her handbag and walked towards the exit.