Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 37


    Chapter 37 More Than Hatred “He shouldn’t be so boring,” Lyra muttered as she frowned at the closed


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    door. “There’s no reason for him to do that. I’m not rted to him anymore.” “Lyra, if he really is waiting


    for you outside and wants to reunite with you…” Nore lowered his head. Pa. Lyra threw a pillow at


    Nore. “I think you’ve watched too many idol dramas.” Lyra didn’t mind what he said. She went to wash


    up andy down on the bed. The look that Hank looked at her today shed through her mind. It


    seemed that it had indeed been a little different. But in the next second, Lyra overturned all those


    strange thoughts. Either Hank wanted to scheme against her again, or he could not see his ex-wife


    living well, and the damn possessive desire of a man was stirring up. That was all. Nore washed his


    head. When he came out of the bathroom, Lyra was already asleep wrapped in a quilt. He could still


    hear her slight snoring in the room. Noreughed at himself and dimmed the lights in the room. “You


    really don’t regard me as a man.” Did she trust him so much? She didn’t have any precautions at all.


    He looked at Lyra for a while, then closed his eyes and fell asleep. In the early morning. Lyra woke up


    from her dream. She dreamed of the day when Hank destroyed the Jones family. Her hands were


    shaking. She got out of bed barefoot and drank tworge sses of cold water before she felt a little


    morefortable. She looked at the time again. It was 2:15. Lyra was no longer sleepy. Over the past


    year, she had been living like this almost every day, suffering from nightmares. She looked at Nore who


    was still asleep, opened the door, and walked out gently. She had originally thought that she could go


    to the hall to enjoy the wind and drink He even wondered if they could live their entire lives if not for the


    deep hatred between the two families. Every decision that Lyra made was for their marriage. As long


    as he gave a word, she could give up everything, including her dream. Even after he had given her the


    cold shoulder for two years. The messages and gifts she had sent were always warm. “It’s really boring


    for me to be pregnant at home. Do you really want me to be a housewife?” Hank did not respond. Alma


    was anxious. She was just about to probe when she saw the man shake off her hand and suddenly get


    up to leave, “You decide on your own matter.” “Really? Can I continue to stay in the entertainment


    industry?” Alma was overjoyed. Shepletely did not notice that Hank had been different from usual.


    The man nodded. The mirror reflected his sharp profile. The only person he had wanted to control was


    Lyra, and there would not be a second one in the future. “Hank, the sky is not bright yet. Aren’t you


    going to stay and apany me? Or don’t you want to apany our child a little longer?” Alma took


    the initiative to pull his hand.


    “No,” said Hank as he withdrew his hand. He answered lightly before leaving. The memories in his


    mind surged. On the day of Lyra’s miscarriage, he heard her crying in the hospital corridor. That was


    their child. He sat in the car and smoked one cigarette after another. The morning broadcast was on.


    When it was almost dawn, he turned the steering wheel and drove to thepany. A few minutester,


    a business car stopped at the lift. Alma, wrapped in a windbreaker, walked up quickly. “Why are you so


    afraid?” the man in the car asked. “Alright, I don’t know why he was here. Are you jealous?” Alma


    asked. The man chuckled, his voice cold. “Send you home?” he asked.some coffee, but she had never


    thought that she would bump into someone who was also not asleep. Lyra slowed down. Hank stood


    by the window in the corridor. He seemed to be talking to his partner. He spoke a fluent foreign


    on the ss, and he wore a neat suit. Any woman would be charmed by him like this. Just like Lyra


    who had been infatuated with him. She calmly looked away and walked to the front of the automatic


    sale. She swiped the QR code and bought a cup of iced coffee. Then, she sat down naturally and


    scrolled through a magazine.: As for Hank, she could just treat him as air.


    The man had noticed her long ago. His eyes gradually changed. He said to the other side of the line,


    “Okay, we will talk in detail when we meet.” Then, he hung up. He did not return to his room, but


    instead walked towards Lyra. “You…” “Don’t worry, Mr. Barnwell. I didn’t hear anything just now, and I


    won’t tell anyone.” Lyra stood up. Rather than staying under the same roof as Hank, it was better to go


    back and lie on the bed in a daze. However, at this moment, the door to the opposite room opened. A


    beautiful woman with a sexy figure walked out from inside. She was only wearing a silk nightgown. Her


    face was crystal white, every frown and smile was so tempting, her hair was still dripping with water, it


    was obvious that she had just taken a bath. At the same time, the three people were stunned. “Ly…


    Lyra?” “… Alma?”