Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 195

Chapter 195 Change Medicine

However, ever since Hank woke up, he did not mention anything about leaving this

room.

He slowly said, "Should we change the medicine?". Change the medicine?

Lyra frowned. Under these conditions, it should be impossible for him to change the medicine himself.

Taking the medicine and gauze from the drawer, Lyra just stood there quietly, not saying a word.

Hank turned to look at her. "Do it." He looked like he was ready. "I can't do it. I'll help you hold the mirror. You..." Lyra spread out her hands. However, before she could finish speaking, she felt his gaze turn even colder. "When you were nursing Nore in the hospital, weren't you proficient in everything?" When it came to him, she couldn't? Hank looked up, his eyes filled with jealousy and coldness. "Then don't move. Also, my hand is strong. If you feel pain, don't shout." Lyra muttered. Hank did not say anything and let her do it.

Although Lyra said that, her hands were still very gentle. Especially when she saw the wound under Hank's gauze, her fingertips stopped for a few seconds. If he had not protected her at that time, she would have been the one who had been injured in the forehead. Moreover, she would stay alone in the apartment and change medicine in front of the mirror. No matter how she thought about it, that scene was very pitiful.

In a flash, she wrapped up the wound. "It's done." She released her hand and was about to leave when she touched the coffee cup at the table.

Crash.

It sprinkled all over the ground. Lyra jumped away in time, so she was not affected, but the man opposite her was sprinkled all over.

The rich smell of coffee spread in the room. "This coffee of yours is pretty good," Lyra said with a smile. "Is that so?" The man's face remained indifferent. He reached out and grabbed the woman in front of him who was about to run away. "I can't change my clothes like this."

"You only hurt your head and elbows. It's not like you can't take care of yourself!" Lyra was a little angry. She had been in this room with him for more than ten hours, and she really didn't want to be called around by him as a maid. Hank's almost perfect face showed some helplessness. He frowned and moved his arm, but his movements were very slow as if he would tear the wound if he moved. Seeing his dilly-dallying, Lyra gritted her teeth and stepped forward. "All right, don't move."

She swore to herself that she only felt that Hank was troublesome and did not want to owe him a favor, so she took the initiative to help.

Otherwise, even if this man died on the road, what did it have to do with her?

THIS

The wheat-colored skin was very textured. It was completely exposed in front of Lyra. She was focused on changing his clothes as soon as possible. She did not think about anything else. However, when she was buttoning up, the distance between the two of them suddenly closed.

Lyra tilted her head and touched the stubble. Further up was his nose and deep eyes. She suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why was her heart beating so fast? The other party was Hank... "You can do the rest yourself!" She directly waved her hand, turned around and ran into the bathroom. This room was only so big, and there was no other place for her to hide. The man sitting next to the bed slowly curled his lips. He raised his arm and quickly buttoned it up. His wound would indeed hurt, and it would also tear because of the excessive movement.

However, he didn't care about this at all. If the person who was alone with him in this room wasn't Lyra, he probably wouldn't have done this.

The man's eyes deepened. He picked up his phone and quickly sent a message. When Lyra walked out of the bathroom, he returned to his previous sickly appearance.

"Why hasn't anyone come to repair the door yet?" Lyra frowned and was very unhappy. Hank leaned against the edge of the bed and said nothing. Lyra supported her chin with both hands and thought that he probably did not want to be trapped here with her either. She blinked and stopped talking. Little did she know that Hank had been looking at her, looking at her profile, looking at her impatience. At night, after Sister Zhang came in from the window, she said, "The handyman will be here soon."

Lyra's eyes lit up, and she ate a few more mouthfuls of food. Hank saw through her thoughts and frowned. "Sir, Miss Jones, please bear with it for a while. It will be ready soon." Ms. Zhang said

The handyman fixed the door in a few minutes. The moment he opened the door, the bright smile on Lyra's face pierced Hank's heart. Was she that happy? Was she so eager to escape from him? The man looked very unhappy. Just as Lyra was about to walk out, he called out to stop her, "You want to leave?"

"Yeah?"

"Isn't it enough to have Sister Zhang and the servants to take care of you?" Lyra turned around in surprise. She was just cooperating with him on behalf of the Jones Group, not selling her life to him. Hank's eyes darkened a little. "Don't go." "Where I go is my freedom. You have no right..."

"If you walk out of this door, I will immediately terminate the contract with the Jones family." Hank looked up at her, "At that time, the Jones family will not only lose a chance to cooperate, but also lose the entire market. The partner that the Barnwell group gives up will also be avoided by other companies." "You..." Lyra gritted her teeth in anger. He was clearly threatening her.

Jones family. "Do you really think you are God? The Jones family will stand up again in my hands!" "Indeed, I believe that such a day will come." "But not now." A faint sneer curled up on Hank's lips. As long as he said a word, everyone would avoid the Jones Group. Lyra did not doubt this.

"You deliberately gave me the project just to control me?" She clenched her fists slowly. "Yes."

Hank did not hide it and admitted it directly. "Then I will sue the Barnwell group for breaking the contract. The penalty fee should not be small." Lyra forced herself to calm down. She stared into the man's eyes and said firmly.

"This is indeed a way. You can try it and see which law firm dares to accept your case." Hank did not hesitate.

At this moment, all of Lyra's reactions were already within his expectations. The more she wanted to escape, the more he didn't want to let go. Even if the methods and reasons he used were a bit unreasonable and despicable, as long as he could see Lyra, he didn't care. "Miss Jones, you can think about it before making a decision, lest you regret it." "Hank, you are really a madman!"