Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Sir Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 274

Chapter 274 Fight Head-On!

If not for this reason, he wouldn't have come back to replace her so quickly. The words that came out of his mouth carried a very reassuring feeling. Lyra suddenly forgot to struggle. "Is it serious?" "The crew went to check. Maybe it's not a big problem. Maybe we need to evacuate as soon as possible." He said.

He stood up with Lyra. Both of their arms had some wounds more or less. Hank frowned and took her out. However, after the blackout, the electric circuit inside the cabin was unstable, causing the automatic control system of the room door to malfunction. The door was locked and could not be opened. The noise outside continued, but the two of them were trapped together. Lyra pulled hard a few more times but still could not open it. "What should we do now?" she frowned. If Hank had not brought her here, she would not have been trapped here. "The room is full of smart locks. When the main program is restored, someone will naturally open the door." Hank slowly untied the cuffs of his shirt, his tone neither fast nor slow. His reaction made Lyra even angrier. "Don't look at me like that. Even if something really happened, wouldn't it fulfill your wish?"

Lyra couldn't help but sneer. She stared at the man in front of her. The cabin was still shaking from time to time. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth. "Yes, I really want you to die, but I don't want to die with you."

The man pulled open the drawer and paused. He clearly saw a spare electronic key card inside, but he acted as if he didn't see it. He calmly pushed the drawer back. "Is that so? Maybe today, you are destined to sink into the sea with me." Lyra's slender fingers clenched into fists. Staring at Hank's figure, she slowly took a deep breath. The noise outside continued. Lyra tried a few more times. No one outside noticed them, whether they knocked on the door or shouted. After all, in order to give the distinguished guests a comfortable sense of experience,

the sound insulation effect was very good.

"What about Keith? You were trapped here, and he didn't come to replace you?" Lyra frowned, feeling that something was wrong. The people on this cruise ship were worth enough to buy the whole city. How could there be such a big mistake?

If the boat really sank, the consequences would be unimaginable. "Maybe, Keith also encountered some trouble." Hank took out a bottle of good red wine from the wine cabinet and opened it without hesitation, ready to taste it. "Sometimes, it is useless to be anxious." His words directly pulled Lyra's memory back to the day when her father was hospitalized. "It's useless to be anxious," Hank said lightly over the phone. Lyra's trembling hand stopped just like that. She clenched her palm tightly, "In your eyes, nothing is important, right? You lied to me back then, and now you don't care about Alma and your children. Hank, you are really cold-blooded. Are you still a human?"

The man turned his back to her, poured two glasses of red wine, and laughed wantonly.

The moment he turned around, his calm and collected reaction was a strong contrast to the shaking of the cabin. His deeply carved face was reflected in Lyra's eyes. The emotions on his face were complicated and difficult to understand.

"If the heavens really let me die with you, it would resolve the grudge between us, right?"

In that instant, something changed in Lyra's heart.

Once again, it shook violently, as if the shouts outside had grown louder. Lyra only felt her hands start to feel cold, breaking out in a cold sweat. "Here."

He handed over the red wine glass, his cold gaze unexpectedly becoming gentle, "If it is destined, it is useless to be afraid."

What he said seemed to make a bit of sense.

Lyra bit the corner of her lips.

She felt that there was a deeper meaning in his words. She slowly closed her eyes and drank the glass of wine in one gulp. "Ah!"

The cabin shook violently again. Lyra was suddenly absent-minded and fell backward. Hank did not have time to hold her, and she bumped her head. "My head..." "Don't touch it. I'll think of a way to bring you out. You have to stay sober and look at me, Lyra. Look at me!" The red wine that she had just drunk was rich and mellow as if it was still lingering in her mouth. Seeing the flustered look on the man in front of her, Lyra's red lips suddenly rose. In her impression, Hank would never be so nervous about someone, but he was so afraid that something would happen to her? Not sure if it were because of the influence of the alcohol, Lyra unexpectedly said, "Are you afraid that I will die?" The man's eyebrows were tightly locked.

"Shut up."

Lyra chuckled and was carried by him. She looked down and saw that the lights outside were starting to light up, but for some reason, her vision was becoming more and more blurry. "Hank, I won't die, because I haven't seen you die with my own eyes." She only said this and her consciousness began to dissipate, gradually fainting. "Lyra!" Hank growled and hugged her all the time. After an unknown period of time, when Lyra woke up, she was in the emergency center of the dock. She was surrounded by a messy blanket and water stains. But other than her, there were only two or three staff members. "Miss, are you awake? Can you hear me?" "Yes," Lyra responded, but her voice was almost inaudible. "Your wound has been temporarily treated, but just in case, you should go to the hospital to have a comprehensive examination. The others have already left. You should also ask your family to pick you up."

Lyra lowered her eyes and sighed. She sat up on the bed and touched the wound on her head. She got up and walked out alone.

The only person she could rely on now was herself. "Miss, let's call a car to send you off. There is still a distance from the city." The staff chased after her. "No need, thank you." Lyra waved her hand. She dragged her feet forward. The early morning sea breeze was so cold that it almost blew her away.

But she was particularly glad. Fortunately, she had not died on that ship with Hank. Otherwise, how could she face her father!

In the distance.

The man sat in the car and slowly opened his cold eyes. He instructed the driver, "Take a detour."

"Yes, Mr. Barnwell."

His right arm was wrapped in bandages. When he carried Lyra to the lifeboat, he had been hit by the hull.

In order to protect her, he could only use his body to block it.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Barnwell. It was my negligence." Keith sat on the co-pilot's seat and apologized in a low voice. Hank's thin lips curled into an arc. "No, I brought this upon myself." Keith then thought of something and immediately said, "The accident of the cruise ship hitting the reefs is suspected to be man-made. The two sailors on the ship have disappeared. Behind this accident, maybe... there is a secret."