Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 181

Chapter 181 Couldn't Leave

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the speed of many cars in front of them began to slow down.

"Why don't you park the car at the temporary parking spot? I'll drive." Lyra turned to look at Hank who was still struggling.

She was not worried about his life but was mainly worried about her own safety.

"No need," the man said stubbornly.

Lyra sighed and looked at the car in front of them. "Maintain the distance!" Hank did not seem to hear her. The car did not slow down at all and directly rushed out.

Lyra tightened her seat belt and watched with her own eyes as Hank sped all the way. Finally, he endured the heavy rain and returned to the villa. As soon as they reached the door, Lyra could not keep quiet anymore. "Do you know how dangerous it was just now? You can't drive in this kind of weather. What were you trying to do?" A nameless fire surged in her heart. She didn't even look at Hank. She slammed the car door and walked inside. "The weather is so bad. I was afraid that something would happen to you guys on the road." Sister Zhang saw them come back and heaved a sigh of relief. Lyra forced a smile. However, after the food was served for a while, Hank did not come in. Lyra muttered and looked out. The car lights were still on, and she realized that something was wrong. "Sister Zhang, help me!” Hank had already lost consciousness in the car. His eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his palms and forehead were covered with sweat. When the family doctor arrived, Hank was lying there, asleep. "How long has Mr. Barnwell been like this?" "About half an hour," Sister Zhang answered carefully and asked nervously, "Is it serious?"

"Well..." The doctor shook his head. "It's hard to say. We have to go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination before we can make a conclusion." Lyra stood by the side with a cold face the entire time. After the family doctor prescribed the medicine and left, she also planned to leave.

"Miss Jones, are you leaving now?" Sister Zhang called out to her. "It's useless for me to stay here. Besides, he should be fine." Lyra said as she put on her coat. "But..." Sister Zhang hesitated, racked her brains, thought of a reason, and asked Lyra to stay, "If there is any special situation at night, I'm afraid I can't take care of him alone."

"Then call Alma to serve him. I don't have this obligation." If Sister Zhang hadn't been discharged today, she wouldn't have come at all. After Lyra finished speaking, she saw that Sister Zhang was a little disappointed and wondered if she had spoken too heavily. As she spoke, there was movement outside. "It's so late. Who could it be? Miss Jones, I'll go take a look first. Please take care of Sir first." Sister Zhang went downstairs to open the door, so Lyra had to stay upstairs first. Her cold eyes stared at the man on the bed, wondering if she would have to bear the crime of murder if he suddenly died in the room. The night was full of light, and the atmosphere in the room was so quiet and soft. Lyra could no longer remember when she and Hank looked at each other like this last time.

"Mr. Barnwell is not here? Then we will wait for him." Sister Zhang tried to stop them. "This is not appropriate. If Mr comes back, he will be unhappy." "Then there is no way. How can he decide to send the Cosmos Corporation out alone!"

Lyra looked at the living room through the gap between the door and the door. Several directors of the Barnwell group visited late at night. They were all angry and sat on the sofa. "If we can't see Mr. Barnwell today, we won't leave." "That's strange. We clearly saw his car just now. In the blink of an eye, he can disappear into thin air?" Someone said.

Lyra frowned.

Did he take the risk to drive back just now because these people were chasing after him?

She carefully closed the door. In the next second, a figure appeared behind her.

Hank lowered his head to look at her, one hand supporting the door as he warned in a low voice, "Don't go out yet." "The directors of your company are not monsters. I have nothing to be afraid of." Lyra snorted. "I am afraid, okay?" There was a hint of compromise in his voice. His hands fell on Lyra's shoulders, heavy and hot. She couldn't stand his weight and leaned back.

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Just as she was about to raise her head to scold him, she saw Hank's face turn pale, weak and struggling to endure the pain.

Lyra gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice, using all her strength to drag him onto the bed.

However, he seemed to be stuck to her body. She was unable to put him down no matter what The only way was for the two of them to fall down together. "Hank, you better not play dumb with me. Otherwise... I will kill you." Lyra closed her eyes and leaned over to the side of the bed. The two of them fell onto the double bed with luxurious sheets. "You have the strength to get out of bed, but you don't have the strength to crawl back?" The more Lyra thought about it, the more she felt that he had done it on purpose.

But he really had no reason to do so. So what if she appeared in front of the directors? At most, she would argue with them that the Cosmos Corporation was the Jones Family's company, to begin with. Why were they occupying it? But then, it would be difficult for Lyra to revive the Cosmos Corporation. If the interests of the directors were damaged, they would definitely try to stop her. Was he thinking about this? Lyra struggled to get out of his arms. Her body was covered in sweat. She frowned again and stared at Hank on the bed. She turned and entered the bathroom. When the man on the bed heard the sound of the door closing, he slowly opened his eyes. The bottom of his eyes was bloodshot, revealing a terrifying coldness. He glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and his face eased a little.

Only a few people knew that he transferred the Cosmos Corporation to Lyra. Who could it be, trying to sow discord between the directors and him? When Lyra came out of the bathroom, Hank was still lying on the bed in a coma. The people downstairs still had not left. She sighed helplessly. She probably wouldn't be able to leave tonight. She shifted her gaze back to the bed. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have had to exert so much effort to move him onto the bed and throw him directly onto the ground. She would be able to sleep on the bed now. Lyra sat down on the sofa in the back, curled her neck, and felt a little uncomfortable. But she was too tired, and soon fell asleep. When she opened her eyes again, the sky was bright.

Lyra rubbed her sore neck and got up. There was no one on the bed. She was covered with a blanket, and there was the smell of the room on it.

As soon as Lyra opened the door, she heard a voice coming from downstairs.

The directors had already left. Standing in the living room was a woman. Alma?

She stood on the stairs and looked down. Alma was wearing a plain dress and her hair was tied up. Her appearance was completely different from the usual Alma.

On the contrary...

It was very similar to her in the past. Lyra narrowed her eyes and simply stood there to watch for a while. Alma's face, which was not too stunning, was not so delicate without makeup. However, her skin was white. She smiled with curved eyebrows and put the bowl of soup on the table. "My dad said that you have been working very hard recently and have a lot of things to do. He told me to take good care of you." "Didn't your dad disagree with our marriage?" Hank glanced at her with a blank expression.