All Chapters of The Second Marriage with CEO: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lyra glanced at the form, which asked for name, age, and other details. She picked up the pen and made a stroke on the paper. Huh? No ink? Lyra looked up and glanced at the cold-faced policewoman. The policewoman remained expressionless, icy. "Mia, let me help you!" Matthew grabbed the pen from Lyra's hand. Men should step up at critical moments and clear all obstacles for their women. Matthew's chubby little hand held the pen tightly and shook it vigorously. He was so clever. By shaking the pen so hard, wouldn't the ink come out, allowing them to write? With such force, whoosh, all the ink splattered onto the policewoman's face! A long, black ink stain stretched from the policewoman's forehead to her mouth. Lyra was shocked, inhaling sharply. She wanted to laugh but felt it would be impolite to do so in front of the policewoman. Moreover, Matthew was still there, and she didn't want to set a bad example by laughing. So she kept her shoulders shaking, desperately tryin

Lyra's face turned pale with shock, quickly lifting Matthew, but also afraid of hurting him. Matthew clung to her, his little face wrinkling, "Mia, I'm hurt, it hurts!" "It's okay, it's okay," Lyra hurriedly placed Matthew into the car, then turned to the man beside her and said, "Hurry and take Matthew to the hospital. At this time, he should still be able to see a pediatrician. Any later and he'll have to go to the emergency room." Her tone was very practiced as if they were a family. Ronan raised an eyebrow slightly, wondering why she cared so much about Matthew. If she cared so much, why hadn't she looked for Matthew in all these years? He looked thoughtfully at his son, Matthew, who clung to Lyra with one hand. The clear and tender voice of his son wailed, "Mia, it hurts!" Indeed, like mother, like son, Lyra was almost in tears from worry. "He's prone to dislocations," Ronan explained lightly. "Why is that?" Lyra felt heartbroken. Ronan fell silent for a moment. Just w

Ronan's words, "My wife wouldn't abandon our son," completely shocked Lyra. Was Matthew her son? But didn't Torin say the child had died a long time ago? After thinking for a long time, Lyra decided she had to go find Torin to get things clear. She had never doubted Torin before; she just felt there must be some mistake. And now that Ronan also knew she was alive, he probably wouldn't let her go so easily. After pondering for a while, she realized she had to go find Torin to sort things out. Lyra packed everything up and handed the house keys to the landlord early the next morning. "I have urgent business and need to leave for a while. Once I've settled down, please send me my packed belongings." The landlord was curious, "What's going on? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" "I can't explain it right now, it's my private matter." Lyra hastily carried her luggage downstairs just as the taxi arrived. The landlord helped her load the luggage into the taxi's trunk. "I'm so

Ronan lifted his eyelids slightly, pretending not to notice. Along the way, Lyra was so nervous that her palms were sweating. She forced herself to appear calm and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window. The man lounging lazily beside her gave her a tremendous sense of oppression, making her deliberately suppress her breath. Sometimes the more worried you are, the more likely things are to happen. While waiting at the red light, Ronan squinted his eyes in the rearview mirror. The driver immediately understood, getting the CEO's meaning. He had been driving for Ronan for three years and had never seen Ronan sitting in a car with any woman before. There must be something about this mess. Greenlight, the driver stepped on the gas to start. As they turned at an intersection, he suddenly deliberately jerked the steering wheel outward. The driver smugly gave himself 32 thumbs up in his mind. He was a godsend! Sitting in the back seat, Lyra was caught off guard, and

Five years ago, when Lyra was wheeled out of the operating room, he was injected with a sedative by the hospital doctors because his emotions were too intense. Now, upon reflection, it's clear that doctors at the Mayo Medical Center would never have had the audacity to do such a thing. Moreover, he secluded himself for several days, and when he emerged, Lyra's body had already been cremated. Was the rush to cremate her, not an attempt to destroy evidence? At the time, Matthew had just been born prematurely, and his health was much weaker than that of a full-term baby. For the sake of his son, he gradually pulled himself together. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there were too many strange aspects to the whole affair. When he first saw Mia Vale, he almost thought he was dreaming. He could be certain that Mia Vale was Lyra, his deceased wife of five years. Some might argue that there could be people who look so similar in the world. But he could swear one hund