Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 116

Chapter 116 Just So-So

Sensing Hank's cold gaze, Alma panicked. She twisted forward, trying to grab her clothes and act like a spoiled child, but before she could get close to Hank, he dodged her. Then, Keith knocked on the door. "Mr. Barnwell, Mr. Xiao said he has something to talk to you about." "Got it." "We shouldn't meet for the time being. Calm down," Hank said as he stood up and stared at Alma. After he finished speaking, he only left Alma with a cold back view. "Lyra, it's all Lyra!" Alma slumped on the sofa in her office, her eyes filled with hatred.

Lyra was trapped in the villa and spent a boring day. A servant came to work before noon, but it should be because of Hank's obsession with cleanliness and order. They just lowered their heads to work and ignored the addition of Lyra in the villa.

It was as if she was air. "When did Hank buy this house?" "What do I eat for lunch?" "Talk to me!"

But no matter what she said, she couldn't pry open their mouths. Lyra helplessly returned to the bedroom and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was evening again. She felt thirsty and walked towards the kitchen. She inadvertently heard someone calling outside. "That case is temporarily stopped. Terry, business doesn't work like this." Hank held the coffee cup and suddenly looked in Lyra's direction. There were no clothes for women to wear here, so yesterday the maid put his clothes on Lyra, a round collar T-shirt, on her body. It was like a skirt. Her two long legs were just exposed in front of the man. His fingers holding the mobile phone tightened, withdrew his gaze, and walked past her. Lyra leaned over, not wanting to touch his body, but she did not pay attention for a moment and almost touched the knife on the table.

"Be careful."

With a wave of his arm, he hooked his arm around her waist in time.

On the other side of the line, Terry's long and narrow eyes narrowed. He did not hear wrong. There should be a woman's cry of surprise. He turned his head to look at Alma beside him, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile. "Hank, who are you with..." "No one. That's it. We'll talk about it tomorrow." He hung up after he finished speaking. Lyra felt that he had not released his hand from her waist. She frowned and pushed him. "Thank you. You can let go now." There was a deep meaning in Hank's eyes. He let go of his hand and said coldly, "Be careful." "Then let me go. Once I leave this door, I won't touch your things." Hank's face turned cold. "You want to leave?"

"If I don't leave, do I have to stay here and live with you? Mr. Barnwell, this is illegal imprisonment. Do you know that I can sue you?" In the air, a man sneered. Lyra stared at him with wide eyes. Was he really crazy? Just as she was about to finish her sentence, Hank let go of her hand, walked around her, and entered the kitchen. "When you recover, you can leave." Lyra stood rooted to the ground. "Are you afraid that I will sue Alma?" "I'm not as despicable as you guys." This thought popped up in Lyra's mind. If she wanted to take down the Barnwell group, she would not use such despicable means.

It turned out that he could protect Alma to this extent.

Lyra suppressed the chill in her heart and glanced in the direction of the kitchen. Hank did not seem to hear what she had just said. Instead, he busied himself in the kitchen as if no one else was around. Not long after, two servings of pasta were served on the table. "Mine?" Lyra raised an eyebrow. "I won't let you starve to death here." He laughed and shook his head. "You won't poison me, will you?" Lyra raised her head and saw that he had already started eating. She thought that although Hank was cold blooded and heartless, he wouldn't poison her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have found a doctor for her. This was the first time she had eaten something made by Hank. The taste was unexpectedly good. Lyra ate a few mouthfuls and could not stop. "How does it taste?" The man finished eating first. Seeing Lyra wolfing down the food, he pushed the tissue over. But Lyra chewed and muttered, "It's what it is." There was a smile in Hank's eyes. He reached out to grab a tissue and slapped it on Lyra's mouth. "Eat slowly." In that instant, his finger inadvertently swept across Lyra's cheek. Both of them were stunned. Lyra recovered first and stood up all of a sudden. She returned to her room angrily. Hank stood where he was and took a deep breath. Some thoughts went into his mind, but he did not want to think about them. He cleaned up the plates alone and went into the study

Late at night, the entire villa was as quiet as an isolated island. Lyra lay on the bed, her mind lingering on Hank's face. Why did he cook for her? Because he wanted to eat! Then why did he... Lyra frowned. She could not fall asleep no matter what. She walked to the door and saw that the lights were still on in the direction of the study. She rushed over and knocked on the door. "Hank, let's talk.". She could promise that she would not sue Alma. Tomorrow morning, she would leave.

But there was no response from inside. Lyra tilted her head and gently pushed the door. He was not there. She pursed her lips helplessly and was about to leave when she turned around and bumped into a warm chest. "Why is there no sound when you walk!" Hank looked down at her. It was such a close distance. It was such a deep night. She was wearing his clothes. The man's Adam's apple bobbed. He pinched her wrist and took her into the study room.

The door closed. "Let go of me. I want to tell you that I have to leave tomorrow. You have to let me go." Lyra struggled uneasily. "Huh?" An unfathomable flame danced in Hank's deep eyes. "I can promise not to sue Alma. I will pretend that my injury never happened." Lyra gritted her teeth and said. "Reason?"

The heat in Hank's chest was getting stronger and stronger, but the woman in front of him seemed to feel nothing.

"I don't want to stay in the same house as you." This was the truth.

Hank's eyes turned cold. He saw the determination on her face with his own eyes. At that moment, he regained his senses. When they were still husband and wife, didn't she look forward to him going back? Now... time had passed.

He should have been too tired from working too much, and he actually felt a trace of remorse from the bottom of his heart. He had been stunned and did not make a sound. Lyra was anxious and pushed him away. "If you don't speak, I will take it as you agreed." After that, she slammed the door and left.

Her heart was beating rapidly. She returned to the bedroom, locked the door, and got into the quilt. She wanted to have a good sleep! Tomorrow, she would be able to leave this place.

However, as expected, when Lyra woke up, Hank had already disappeared. The maid who came spoke to her, but there was only one sentence, "Mr. Barnwell is on a business trip for two days. You can live here alone." Alone?

Lyra rolled her eyes speechlessly. He still had to imprison her until her wound recovered!