Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 46


    Self–Awareness


    However, Alma, who had just finished changing, actually walked out with her back exposed and


    coquettishly said to the man, “Hank, help me zip it. I can‘t reach.” Lyra looked in that direction. It was


    not difficult to zip up. Deliberately showing affection? Hank frowned. With so many people watching, it


    was not very elegant for Alma to walk out like this. Moreover, Lyra could zip it herself, so why couldn‘t


    she? “Hank, hurry up.” Hank could only reach out and help her zip it up.


    As if she could not see the displeasure and reluctance on the man‘s face, Alma smiled and stood in


    front of the mirror.


    She was not ugly in it, but under theparison beside Lyra, she was not that pretty. “Hank?”


    “Yes,” the man said, his tone a little more perfunctory. “I‘ll buy this one too. Hank, wait a moment. I’ll go


    in and change.” When she entered the locker room, she heard Lyra say, “Forget it. I’ll get something


    else.” She thought that Lyra couldn‘t afford it. Therefore, Alma went to the cloakroom first and took


    Lyra‘s own clothes.


    When Lyra went in to change again, she couldn‘t find the clothes. She searched around and when she


    came out of the cloakroom, Hank had already left with Alma. “I‘m sorry, did you see my clothes?”


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    “No, Miss, our employees will not enter the cloakroom.” Then it must be Alma who did something to


    her.


    She was too merciful that night!


    Lyra looked outside the door and asked, “Can I wear this somewhere else to buy other clothes, and


    then I will be back to return this set. After all, my clothes were lost in your store.”


    She could only think of this method for the time being. Unexpectedly, the shop assistant smiled and


    said, “You can leave with it. The gentleman just paid for you.” Lyra was stunned. Hank paid for her!


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    Lyra frowned. She did not want to wear the same clothes as Alma, and she did not want to ept that


    man‘s charity.


    After hesitating for a while, she dialed Nore‘s number. After a while, Alma held Hank‘s hand and went


    back, saying that she wanted to back to this shop to take a look. In fact, she was here to watch the


    show. Since Lyra‘s clothes were gone, she had to buy this outfit. Alma entered the shop with a smile.


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    Seeing that Lyra was indeed wearing this set of clothes, she smiled sarcastically and said, “Why are


    you still standing here? Can’t you afford it?” Hank‘s calm eyes reflected Lyra‘s tranquil face. He had


    clearly already paid the bill, so why didn‘t she leave?


    A voice sounded behind them. Nore was so anxious that his head was covered in sweat. He carried a


    clothing bag and walked in.


    Hank‘s gaze suddenly sank. “Sorry for the trouble,” Lyra said with a sigh of relief. She immediately took


    the bag and changed into the casual clothes that she had asked Nore to buy for her. She took off the


    dress. In front of Alma, she gave it back to the front desk. “Some people look morous, but they do all


    kinds of dirty tricks behind my back. Don‘t you feel ashamed?” She smiled.


    “Just now, in the changing room, you were the only one who went in. Don‘t even think about denying it.


    One stole my clothes, and the other pretended to be a good person to cover up for a thief and help me


    pay the bill. You two sorry asses are a perfect match. It‘s really disgusting.“.


    As if there was a ball of fire hidden in Hank‘s chest, he was extremely angry. When Alma walked out of


    the dressing room, there was indeed a bag in her hand, but Hank did not know about it. Seeing that


    Lyra liked the outfit, he knew that she was in debt and wanted to help her. She actually misunderstood


    him and even asked Nore to help her out.


    “Let‘s go. Don’t waste your breath with them.” Nore stood beside Lyra at the right time. Lyra grunted


    and went straight around Hank. However, just as she took a step forward, her other hand was pulled


    back.


    “Hank?” Alma widened her beautiful eyes at the side.


    “Let go of me, you bastard!” “Do you dislike the things I gave you?” Hank asked as she looked at Lyra.


    Lyra felt a sharp pain in her wrist as if it was about to be torn apart. The corners of her lips curled up.


    “Aren‘t you quite self–aware? How can you do such a stupid thing?” Not only did she dislike it, but she


    also found it disgusting. The Jones family helped him build every inch of the Barnwell group! When she


    thought of his arms were hugging another woman when their marriage was still there, Lyra felt even


    more disgusted. At this time, the man‘s eyes became colder and colder. After being in prison for a year,


    her ability to quarrel had increased a lot. He pulled hard and Lyra‘s thin shoulder immediately came up


    to him. He spoke from the depths of his throat, “Ungrateful.” Lyra looked at him indifferently and shook


    off his hand. “Mr. Barnwell, your grace is too much.” “Also, I‘m not the kind of woman who can be


    bought with money. I’m different from Alma.”


    She targeted two people at the same time.


    Alma stomped her feet. Hank was also gloomy. The clerks standing at the side all lowered their heads,


    not daring to watch. “Let‘s go,” Lyra said confidently as she pulled Nore along.


    “Hank, listen to her words. She is really too much. Are you going to bear with this?” Alma kept fanning


    the mes, wanting Hank to help her deal with Lyra.


    Unexpectedly, the man just coldly retracted his gaze from Lyra.


    He turned his head and stared at Alma‘s face. “Hank, why are you looking at me like that?” Alma took


    half a step back and said shakily.


    “You know what you have done.”


    At least, after the pendant incident, he knew that Lyra was much more honest than Alma.


    He turned around and left. Alma gritted her teeth and followed him. “Hank...”