Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 151

Chapter 151 Why Could She Stay

She, the real wife, had never lived with Hank, so why could Lyra?

Moreover, looking at the clothes that Lyra was wearing and the state of her body, it was obvious that she had stayed here for a long time. It was possible that she and Hank had already slept in the same bed. "You took advantage of my pregnancy to seduce my man. I will beat you to death today."

However, Alma was angry and ignored one thing. Without Hank's permission, how could Lyra stay here? He was such a meticulous person, and he would not let Lyra stay alone in the villa. The person he sent to take care of Lyra was not an ordinary servant. Before Alma could get close to Lyra, she was blocked by Sister Zhang who came out of the kitchen with soup.

Crash. The soup spilled all over Alma. "Ah!"

"Are you blind? Do you know how much my dress costs? Besides, if you burn the baby, you..." She rolled her eyes and sat on the ground with her arms around her stomach. "Ouch, my stomach!" "My stomach hurts. Hank, call Hank quickly."

Since Lyra could live here, why couldn't she? "Miss Kensley, it's just a bowl of warm soup. It's not hot." Sister Zhang looked at her helplessly and shook her head. Alma's face stiffened, but she still refused to give up. "Warm? It's boiling hot! I just feel very hot! I'm not feeling well, and my stomach hurts. I'll call Hank immediately!" "Well... Miss Kensley, get up first. Without Sir's permission, it's very difficult for me to do this."

Alma sat on the ground, crying.

She looked no different from a crazy shrew.

Lyra ate the fruit on the fruit plate while thinking, "What does Hank like about her? Does he like her fake character? Does he like her spoiled manner?"

No wonder her marriage with him didn't work back then. Alma cried and shouted for a long time, but Sister Zhang did not call Hank. Alma was

anxious and took out her phone.

A black figure appeared at the door.

Hank looked at the women in the restaurant with a cold face.

"Hank, you are finally back. The two of them bullied me together. The servants in your house don't care about me at all. And Lyra, why is she here?"

Hank's face darkened, and his gaze shifted half an inch towards Lyra.

Lyra also looked at him at the same time.

Because she also wanted to know.

"Although our wedding has not been completed, everyone knows our relationship. Now you let Lyra..." She kept muttering, making the man frown. He had been busy at the company for a day and was already very tired.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Alma being so noisy. It was really... "Alright, I will explain it to you later." He did not answer directly. He dragged his footsteps and walked in. Alma followed him and the two of them went upstairs one after the other.

The play was over.

Lyra shook her head and clicked her tongue. It was boring. "Miss Jones, do you want me to get some rice for you?" Sister Zhang asked thoughtfully. "No, I'll go back first." Lyra was stunned. She didn't want to stay in Hank's villa.org She was ready to go upstairs to get her clothes, then put on her shoes and leave. Unexpectedly, the next second after the door was closed, Hank chased her in. His broad shoulders blocked the door frame directly. "You haven't rested well. You can leave tomorrow." His voice was deep and a little hoarse. He didn't rest well.

"I have no relationship with you. Why should I stay here?" Lyra frowned. She was indeed very weak this morning. But on this day, after eating Sister Zhang's meal, she felt comfortable all over, and her physical strength had completely recovered.

But her hand could not reach the door handle at all.

"Hank, where are you?" Alma's voice sounded in the corridor outside. Lyra struggled hard, and her wrist was directly grabbed by him. Her entire back was

pressed against the wall, but it was not as hard and cold as she imagined.

Because Hank's hand was behind her. She frowned, "Let go of me!" "You can leave tomorrow." He was still very persistent.

"Your wife is outside. If you force me to stay like this, you are... Oh!" Lyra couldn't help but ask. Before she could finish her words, he had already kissed her lips. He kissed her deeply, not giving her any room to struggle or dodge. Their breathing quickly intertwined.

Lyra had just recovered her strength, and soon she felt dizzy and weak.

Her hand kept struggling, almost tearing the man's shirt apart. But he still had no intention of letting go. "Bastard," she said vaguely between her lips. She bit his mouth hard. "If you leave now, I will let Cloud Town know that you slept in my bed last night."

"You!"

"I will do what I say. If you dare to leave, I will let Nore know that your kissing skills are not so good." At that moment, Lyra knew how shameless he could be. "Hank, you are really sick." She gritted her teeth. She kicked Hank hard on his calf.

The moment the man was in pain, she wiped her mouth and opened the door. Under Alma's shocked gaze, she walked down the stairs. "Sister Zhang, I want to eat!"

It was a waste not to eat.

In the room, the man's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and there was a hint of a helpless smile on his lips. In order to keep a woman, he, Hank Barnwell, actually had to put in so much effort. "Hank, you guys..."

Alma was also a woman. She knew what had happened when she saw his mouth. All of a sudden, she was so angry that she was about to cry. "Do you really not take me seriously?"

The sound of argument from upstairs could be vaguely heard. Lyra chewed on the cold plate made by Sister Zhang and suddenly thought that maybe Hank was using her to take revenge on Alma. Perhaps, he knew that Alma was

cheating.

She was just a tool. The more Lyra thought about it, the more unhappy she became. That night. she ate another bowl of rice. In the end, when she was full, the argument upstairs gradually disappeared. She picked up her phone and saw that Nore had called. She moved to the upstairs room.

But she did not have the time to call back.

"Lyra, come out. I want to sleep in this master bedroom. You go to the guest room downstairs." Alma slammed the door. Lyra raised her eyebrows. She didn't want to stay here, but she couldn't stand being pushed around right now. She would not let Alma have her way. "No." Lyra opened the door.

"This is my husband's home. Be grateful I didn't kick you out. Don't be so shameless when I give you face." "Is that so?" Lyra blinked and smiled scornfully.