Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 222

Chapter 222 Daydreaming

Lyra sat on the sofa, recalling everything that had just happened in the conference room.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Hank, it's me. My dad wants you to come home again tonight and talk about our marriage. Can you come?" Alma's voice surrounded Lyra's ears. Her fingertips slowly clasped her palms and did not move for a long time. Perhaps Hank had really wanted to use this cooperation case to ease his relationship with the Kensley family. Her appearance had probably ruined his plan again. If it were before, Lyra might be very happy. But the situation was different now. The Jones Group needed this chance to make a comeback. Even if she had to kneel and beg, she would like to do so, as long as Hank could help her. Yes, so what if she begged him? In front of him, how could she have any self-respect and self-love? Lyra made up her mind. Because she had been working on those plans for a few days, she relaxed at this time. Soon, she fell asleep leaning against the sofa. For some reason, when she fell asleep, she seemed to smell the aroma of the coffee mixed with a certain person's smell, which was particularly comforting. She rubbed her hand against the folder beside her and muttered. "Sister Zhang, I want to eat braised pork tonight... and..." The man who had just returned to the conference room stopped and looked at her. "Mr. Barnwell, you have a dinner appointment with Mr. Walter at Heavenly Silk Restaurant tonight. You should set off," Keith said as he pushed the door open. "I'm not going," Hank said, raising his hand. "Alright, Mr. Barnwell. I'll reply immediately." Keith noticed that Lyra was asleep and immediately lowered his voice. "Heavenly Silk Restaurant, what's their signature dish?" "Red Braised Meat."

Lyra slept soundly, and she could smell the fragrance of red braised pork in her dream. She slowly opened her eyes. Under the dim light, she caught a glimpse of the man

working next to the desk. His sculpted eyebrows had a kind of bewitching magic. He frowned slightly as if he was considering something tricky. Lyra blinked and thought she was dreaming. She chuckled. "Hank, if you keep frowning like this, you will be very ugly when you are old." The man paused and looked over. She had just woken up. She was still wearing his suit jacket. She looked lazy and relaxed. From his angle, he could see the white skin under her collar. His Adam's apple bobbed and his voice was cold and deep. "You're awake?" Lyra was suddenly awakened by his words. Only then did she remember that she was waiting for him in his office. How did she fall asleep?

Also, she seemed to be wearing his clothes!

Her mind went blank, and she stood up immediately, the collar opening even wider. Hank slammed the document shut and walked in front of her. His tone was frighteningly cold. "If those plans do not work, are you going to use this method to seduce me and treat the Jones Group leniently?" "I am not..." Before she could finish speaking, he had already touched her waist. After a series of crackling sounds, she was lifted up and placed on the desk. The documents were scattered all over the floor. He suddenly leaned over, the desire in his eyes obvious and attractive. "In fact, you are still dreaming." See Lyra's pupils trembled slightly. Then, her lips were gently kissed by someone. The kiss became heavier and heavier, but it did not make her feel pain. His palm was also so warm, with heat, igniting every inch o her body. Still, dreaming? Otherwise, why would Hank do this to her? Lyra's heart beat faster and faster. She raised her neck but suddenly stopped his further movement. "No, it can't be like this."

"Not even in a dream?" His voice was hoarse. There were some things that he had endured day and night. He was afraid that she would resist and she would be afraid. He lowered his head and stared at her. She tugged at his shirt tightly, her neck full of marks.

He was too anxious.

Lyra shook her head with her eyes closed. "I can't do it in my dreams either!" Hank held her shoulder for a long time. "Alright." His gaze was heavy as he spat out the word.

He carefully picked her up and placed her on the sofa. Lyra closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She slowly loosened her grip on his shirt. Was it really a dream?

As the man left, Lyra fell asleep for a while. When she woke up again, she frowned and thought about the dream just now. She frowned and looked up. Hank came in with a box of takeout.

"Eat."

He seemed to be indifferent as usual. He put the lunch box on the table and walked to the desk to continue working. Lyra also felt hungry at this time. "Red braised pork?" she smelled. She remembered that Hank did not like to eat this kind of thing. Why would he order this?

Moreover, it was so coincidental that she had especially wanted to eat this dish today. "If you don't want to eat it, just pour it out." Lyra looked at the man over there and a heard Hank's cold voice.

Lyra quickly lowered her head, pulled out her chopsticks, and began to eat. She must have been dreaming just now! She ate very quickly. After eating, Hank also turned off his computer. When he got up, he saw that most of the braised meat had been picked out. There was still rice left. He only glanced at it and sat on the other side to eat. He did not mind that it was Lyra who had eaten it. "That, Mr. Barnwell," Lyra wiped her mouth. "We don't talk about business when we eat." The man didn't even raise his head, and his words choked back her words. Lyra had no choice but to shut up. He ate slowly, and she could only wait. "Mr. Barnwell, the car is ready." It was still Keith who knocked on the door and came in

Lyra thought that he still had something to do, and her heart sank when she thought of the recording of the responder. "The driver will send you back," he said coldly. Lyra took her things and stood up. "Just now, the responder rang. Alma wanted you." "I suddenly barged in today and caused trouble for Mr. Barnwell. I promise that nothing like this will happen again in the future. I'm sorry." Then, she stepped out of his office. The man's hand that was still holding the chopsticks paused there. After a while, he put them down and his eyebrows tightened. He did not blame her, nor did he want to blame her.

Lyra was sent back to the community by Hank's driver. The driver watched her go upstairs before driving away. The security guards in the community gathered together. "She sits in such a good car but lives in such a community?" "Exactly. It must be a man." At the Kensley family. Alma looked at the dishes on the table and was so angry that her face turned pale. "As I said, your words were too harsh and angered Hank last time. He doesn't even reply to my call now." On the day that Hank returned to China on his business trip, he did come to see the Kensley family. However, he didn't say much before arguing with Lachlan and leaving with a flick of his sleeves. This time, Alma had mustered up her courage before calling him. Unexpectedly, she was still ignored. "No, I want to go to his house," Alma said as she stood up. Lachlan's face was livid. "You are pregnant now, why are you walking around everywhere? You have to be more reserved." Wendy hurriedly came over to stop her." "She went to the Barnwell group to make a scene today. Hank not only did not blame her but also decided to continue working with the Jones Group. If this goes on... She had no chance of winning at all.