Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 158

Chapter 158 Tears

Watching Alma leave in the car, Lyra clicked her tongue. The man holding the steering wheel stepped on the accelerator and followed. Lyra didn't say anything about it. It was a free show, and it would be a waste not to watch it. Soon, Alma's car stopped in a community that was not particularly high-end, but she entered the last three-story villa.

Lyra grinned. It was getting more and more interesting.

She turned her head to look and saw that Hank's face was already ashen, and his eyes were very cold as he stared in that direction.

"Are you women all like this?"

The man's voice slowly rang out in the stuffy air in the car. "We?" Lyra frowned The next second, she saw the coldness in Hank's eyes. "Mr. Barnwell has bad taste. Don't think that everyone is like Alma. It's no the first time she lied to you." Lyra gritted her teeth. Lyra never gossiped behind others, but the look in Hank's eyes just now made her very unhappy. The man furrowed his brows and slowly turned his head away. He pushed open the car door and went down to make a phone call. A few minutes later, Alma ran out of the yilla crying. Behind her was Elisa chasing after her, but she directly got into the car and left. Lyra glanced at Hank. There was no special expression on the man's face. But she felt that this man was already on the verge of losing control. At this time, it was better to not provoke him. Lyra turned her head and was too lazy to look at him. As the car started up again, Lyra closed her eyes for a while and fell asleep.

When she woke up again, the car stopped at the door of Hank's villa.

The man was nowhere to be seen.

Was she left in the car by him?

Lyra cursed in her heart. Hank was going to freeze her to death! Lyra pushed open the car door and walked towards the villa. She had only taken a few

steps when she saw two figures in front of her. She took a closer look and saw that it was Hank and Alma.

She followed the bushes behind her and secretly walked over.

"Hank, believe me. I really just ate with them. I didn't do anything." Alma cried and pulled Hank, refusing to let go. The man kept silent with a cold face.

"They all know that I am already married to you. I am already yours. In Cloud Town, who dares to touch me? Moreover, I am pregnant now, and the baby is getting bigger day by day. How can I be careless?" Alma said.

"No?"

Hank's eyes were full of coldness. He lowered his head and grabbed Alma's wrist. "Do you think I don't know what you usually wear and use? Are you really careful with this child?" She was wearing high heels and thick makeup. She often wore all kinds of jewelry. She often went to and out of those messy places and did not look like she wanted to have a good pregnancy and give birth to the child. "I... I don't want to give up my acting career. I don't want to be a housewife after marrying you." Alma cried even harder. Giving up on her career, a housewife? Hank's eyes flickered as he recalled the time when he had heard Lyra talk about this matter.

With just a few words from him, she had really given up studying abroad and focused on preparing for their wedding. At that time, he had been immersed in the pleasure of revenge and had not considered Lyra's feelings at all. Now that he heard Alma crying and saying these things in front of him, he was shocked. For the sake of their short marriage, Lyra's youth had been wasted. "Hank, don't be angry with me, okay?" Alma cried for a long time, but the other party did not respond. She simply said, "Then I won't go out in the future. I will cook for you at home and wait for you to come back, okay?"

She raised her head. Because she had shed too much tears, her makeup was ruined. However, she looked even more elegant than her usual heavy makeup. It was just that... "Go back to Kensley family. Don' come to me before I figure out how to deal with this relationship." Hank slowly pushed her hand away.

It was like a death sentence for her.

"No!"

"Hank, you have to understand my situation. In this world, no one will give up on themselves for marriage!"

At that moment, Lyra's fingers accidentally touched the thorns in the bushes.

Bright red blood flowed down his skin.

She frowned, only to hear the night wind send a cold but refreshing voice, "Then how come Lyra Jones did it?" She glanced over. Hank stood at the door of the villa with his hands tied. The expression on his face was difficult to understand, but Lyra could tell that when he said this, he did not have any hatred for her. If she had to say what kind of tone it was, it was probably full of pity and helplessness. Lyra's hand trembled slightly. How could it be? That was Hank. Would he care about her life or death? Would he care about what she had done for him? Lyra lowered her head, completely immersed in her own thoughts. "You're still thinking about that woman, aren't you?" Alma was stunned. "She's my ex-wife. Since you want to be Mrs. Barnwell, you have to be compared" The man said coldly and turned to walk in the direction of the car. Alma stood rooted to the ground and blew the cold wind for a long time. She did not see Hank come back. She stomped her feet and left in the car. After she left, Lyra finally reacted. But when she wanted to go out from the bushes, it was too late. "Come out." Hank's voice was cold and low, his deep eyes staring at a certain place in the forest. "I just have nothing to do. I just want to stroll around." Lyra pouted. She would not admit that she was eavesdropping. Hank didn't say anything. He nodded and pulled her over from the other side. When his fingers touched her, he frowned and put a coat on Lyra. "Didn't I put this on you in the car? Why did you take it off? Do you know how cold it is right now?" The series of questions stunned Lyra. She smelled the faint scent of men's perfume on his coat and muttered, "I didn't see it. I thought you were going to freeze me to death."

"Let's go," Hank said helplessly. The two of them walked side by side into the villa. Lyra did not provoke him with the matter of Alma.

Until before she fell asleep, her mind was filled with what Hank had said just now. "How come Lyra Jones did it?"

Her heart was in pain. She curled up in the quilt and her tears fell uncontrollably.

She hated herself more than anyone else at that time. Why did she fall for him? She only woke up from a dream when the Jones family was driven to bankruptcy by him.

She could not remember why she was possessed at that time.

If she had not agreed, her father would not have forced her to marry Hank. In the end, it was all her fault.