Lyra found a new set of pajamas and tossed them to Ronan. "Help yourself, I'm going to bed," she said. She knew she couldn't drive him away and had given up trying. Lyra went to her room, just finished making the bed when she turned around to find Ronan silently standing behind her. She patted her chest, not amused, and said, "Are you trying to scare me to death?" Ronan, in his new pajamas, chest broad and exposed without buttoning, looked at her intently with deep eyes. Lyra swallowed nervously and said, a bit flustered, "I'm going to sleep, can you go to the guest room?" They were divorced, did this man still want to take advantage of her? Ronan looked at Lyra with a serious expression and took two steps closer. The scent on him was the same as her shower gel. In a deep and hoarse voice, he said, "Wife, there's something I want to tell you." His nervous demeanor made Lyra uneasy. She had never seen Ronan so serious before. Ronan walked closer, took her hand, and placed i
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