All Chapters of The Second Marriage with CEO: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Ronan looked at Lyra meaningfully, curling his lips with a hint of suggestion as he said, "Have you ever heard the saying, 'Anything is possible'?" "I've only heard 'What's done is done.'" Lyra turned her face away, looking out the window, refusing to look at him anymore. Neither of them spoke again until the car reached the residential area where Lyra lived. Reluctantly, Lyra let go of Matthew and then got out of the car. Ronan turned his head to see his son lying on the back seat, his little head resting on a pillow, mouth slightly open, drooling as he slept. He took off his coat and covered his son with it. Matthew seemed to be surrounded by the cold breath of a man in his dream, his eyebrows furrowing tightly. "Mia..." Matthew murmured. He was dreaming, dreaming that Mia was holding his hand, playing on the grass. They played with building blocks, played with sand, ran hand in hand, very happy. Matth

"Mia!" Matthew shouted excitedly as he spread his two short legs, wanting to run towards Lyra. However, Ronan's iron-like hand firmly gripped him, and Matthew had to deflate, saying, "Mia, can you come out?" Only then did Ronan satisfactorily release his hand. Dad was sneaky! "Matthew, you're here," Lyra smiled as she walked over. Seeing Ronan there too, she couldn't help but furrow her brows lightly, choosing to ignore him. "Mia, I miss you so much. Now we can see each other every day!" Matthew said happily. Thinking about being able to see the little guy every day, Lyra was also very happy and said with a smile, "That's wonderful!" Being ignored, Ronan coughed lightly and said with a hooked lip, "I have work to do, and we've just moved to B City. There's no one at home to take care of Matthew. I'd like to ask Teacher Mia if you could help take care of my son for a few days?" Lyra hesitated for a moment. Did th

The next day, Matthew woke up and nervously realized that Lyra was missing. He hurriedly got out of bed, his chubby feet hitting the floor as he searched everywhere. When he saw Lyra making breakfast in the kitchen, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Mia!" he called out in a soft and cute voice. Lyra wiped her hands, "Hurry up and get dressed, wash up, and come eat breakfast." "Oh!" Matthew turned his head and saw the rival in the kitchen. Oh no! Was this rival a fox spirit? Why was he always hanging around Mia? Matthew ate breakfast unhappily, constantly fidgeting around Lyra. Sometimes he wanted milk, sometimes he wanted eggs. He deliberately showed intimacy in front of the rival. Lyra fulfilled his every request. Matthew secretly glanced at the rival, feeling like he had outsmarted this fox spirit. After breakfast, when Lyra went to tidy up the kitchen, the atmosphere in th

Torin walked downstairs, where his patiently waiting driver and attendant politely opened the car door. The gentle expression on Torin's face completely disappeared, replaced by a noble and composed demeanor. It made people unable to help but feel respect and closeness. "Your Excellency, today's incident was too dangerous," the attendant said. "It's a critical time for your presidential campaign, Your Excellency must remain vigilant at all times and cannot afford to make any mistakes." Torin replied lightly, "I am prudent." After Torin's car left, a black car parked in a secluded spot flashed with infrared light. A man cautiously looked at the photos in the camera, fantastic, he didn't expect to dig up such explosive news! The next day, a headline in a newspaper in S country read: "Explosive Revelation! Royal heir, the presidential candidate already has an illegitimate child!" The photo in the news captured a scene at t

Lyra stood there, dejected. Thinking about all the terrible things Ronan had done to her in the past. He had hurt her over and over again. During the first two years of their marriage, he had indulged in debauchery with other women, and then forced her to stay. When she gave birth prematurely, he forcibly extracted her bone marrow from the operating table and used it to save Cordelia Locke. He only saw her as a tool to be used, ready to sacrifice her life for other women at any moment. Thinking about this, Lyra's body began to tremble violently. Ronan could tell from her expression what she was thinking. He said with a guilty tone, "Lyra, do you still hate me? I was wrong back then, and I regret it deeply. I shouldn't have forced you to donate bone marrow, almost killing you." His voice lowered, filled with deep fear and self-blame. "But look at Matthew, he's still so young. Can you bear to let him think