Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 39 Mrs. Barnwell "Canceled?" Alma's voice trembled as she tried to figure out his thoughts. "Hank, do you want to break up with me?" she asked. She still remembered that when Hank married Lyra, he had made a big scene. However, when it came to her, he wouldn't even want to give her a proper wedding. In any case, she was pregnant with 'his' child! Alma was angry in her heart, but she did not dare to make a fuss with Hank. She could only mutter, "If you insist on not doing it, then... I will listen to you." Alma lowered her head and pretended to wipe her tears. Hank was upset when he heard her sobbing, but when he thought that she was pregnant, his cold tone eased a little. "The wedding was in such a mess. It will damage the face of the two families if we continue to do it. Moreover, you are pregnant and you need to rest properly." "You mean that we can keep the child?" Moreover, from Hank's tone, it was obvious that he was still concerned about her. As time went by, a smile appeared on Alma's face once again. She immediately wrapped her arm around Hank's arm. "I knew it. You didn't come back because of Lyra. You no longer have her in your heart, right?" Hank's arm froze, and he didn't speak for a long time. "Then we won't hold a wedding for the time being. But as compensation, Hank, you have to take a few days to come out and accompany me to Fashion Week! This is part of the new schedule that the company has set for me. I want to go." "Didn't you say before that you wanted to quit the entertainment industry?" His voice was heavy "I want to go. Let me go. I have to have my own career in order to be worthy of you! Moreover, that Fashion Week is really important to me." He thought of the eve of his marriage with Lyra. "Since you like me at home, I won't go to study abroad." She put away the admission notice of the design college that she had just received and said with a smile. "After I get married, I will put aside the company business and be Mrs. Barnwell at ease. You don't have to worry about my dad. I will convince him." She did do it. From the wedding preparation to the exit of the workplace, everything Lyra did was clean and neat. She never let Hank say a word, and also left a lot of face for him in front of others.

As he spoke, he touched Alma's thigh. Alma took the opportunity to hold his hand and smiled charmingly. "Okay, I don't have anyone at home anyway." "This is what we call 'inviting a wolf into the house." He casually threw off his sunglasses, turned around, and pressed Alma against the seat behind him. "Ah!" "Terry, you hurt me." Alma exclaimed. "Don't you like to play like this?" he kissed her fiercely. "Oh, you are so bad." The creaking sound of the seat rang out. At ten o'clock in the morning. Lyra and Nore left the hotel together. Last night, it had been peaceful. Nore stood on the steps and looked at Lyra for a while. He knew very well when she went out last night, when she came back, and when she slept. How could he have slept soundly in the same room as her? He just didn't want her to be embarrassed. The phone in his pocket rang again. It was still a message from Sean. "Young Master, you must attend the ball tonight. Otherwise, Madam will really be angry." Nore looked at his phone screen and remained silent. "I'll be leaving first. We'll contact each other next time there's a competition." Lyra waved her hand, hailed a cab, and left. Nore stood in place, deep in thought. It seemed that he really did not have a place in her heart. At least, not yet. Lyra first went to the bank to collect the money, and there was no problem with the amount. She divided the money that had just arrived in the account into two, one part to rent a house and the other part to her debtee. Soon, she received a reply from the other party. 'Miss Jones is indeed trustworthy. It's just that this bit of money is not enough even for the interest. I hope that Miss Jones will continue to work hard!Lyra clutched her phone and cursed in her heart. Why was this company so annoying? The employees' words were so infuriating although they didn't contain a single dirty word. It was inexplicably unpleasant. She turned around and walked out of the bank. She had only taken a few steps when she was followed by several young men. Lyra realized that something was wrong and quickened her pace. However, she was not familiar with this area and was blocked by them at the entrance of an alley. "You are Lyra, right? When are you going to return the money?" "What money? I don't know you!" Lyra frowned and glanced back, looking for a chance to escape. The leading man had yellow hair and reached out to grab her wrist. "Miss Jones, the Jones Group's daughter, Mr. Barnwell's ex-wife, how can we be wrong? Your father owes our boss more than three million yuan. Tell me, when will you pay it back?"