SWNOVELS Chapter 37
Chapter 37 More Than Hatred "He shouldn't be so boring," Lyra muttered as she frowned at the closed door. "There's no reason for him to do that. I'm not related 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 and lay down on the bed. The look that Hank looked at her today flashed 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. Nore laughed 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 two large glasses of cold water before she felt a little more comfortable. 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. She completely 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 accompany me? Or don't you want to accompany 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 the company. A few minutes later, a business car stopped at the lift. Alma, wrapped in a windbreaker, walked up quickly. "Why are you so late?" She pouted and closed the car door. "If I had come earlier, I would have run into Hank. Aren't you 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 language and stared at the night in front of him with a determined and calm gaze. His profile reflected on the glass, 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?"