"Get out of the way!" Lyra squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.Her neck was marked with traces left by a man, from her collarbone to her chin, making the bodyguard hesitant to look directly, so he averted his gaze.He hesitated for a moment, torn between letting Lyra go and keeping her from running away.Suddenly, his arm was forcefully grabbed, startling Lyra into dodging backward. Ronan embraced her waist, pulling her into his arms. "Why are you running around?"Lyra looked up, meeting Ronan's handsome face, still carrying a lazy expression of post-love bliss.She pushed him away frantically. "Don't touch me.""You're my wife, I can touch you if I want," Ronan said, holding her soft waist, intoxicated by her sweet fragrance, and leaning down to kiss her cheek.Lyra pushed against his chest. "Please, not here."Ronan paused, realizing they were in the corridor.Though the bodyguards discreetly looked away, he still didn't want Lyra to be seen by anyone, as if she were his
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