Lyra was held in his arms, just about to push him away when suddenly her stomach rumbled. The man holding her immediately noticed and slightly backed off, puzzled. "Are you hungry?" Feeling embarrassed, Lyra's face flushed as she grumbled, "I've been tied up by you all day, and I haven't eaten anything!" Ronan frowned, realizing his oversight. He was feeling a bit hungry himself. After all, they hadn't eaten anything since yesterday night's commotion, and even the strongest person couldn't hold out forever. He walked over to the phone and ordered some food to be brought up. "I want to take a shower," Lyra said, trying to find various excuses to avoid being with him. "Do you want me to help you?" Ronan looked at her, his dark eyes glinting. Lyra was immediately scared and waved her hand. "I can manage by myself." She hurriedly ran into the bathroom of the room. Lyra had originally planned to take her time and spend a few hours showering, but just five minutes after she entered
Suddenly the journalists started to stir, as if some big shot had arrived. Lyra inexplicably turned to look at the swarm of journalists. It was Ronan. He stood there, looking coldly at everything. Bodyguards surrounded him, keeping Ronan separated from the continuously crowding journalists. Although Ronan's bodyguards were all retired special forces, rigorously trained security personnel, they were overwhelmed by the sheer number of journalists. Hundreds of them surged forward, making it very difficult for the bodyguards to hold them back. Lyra saw Ronan being pushed back several steps, almost stumbling. With each step back, his handsome face grew increasingly grim. His thin lips pressed into a straight line, emitting a terrifying chill from head to toe. The journalists, who had previously been jostling to get closer, shivered and retreated at the sight of Ronan's demonic appearance, as if from the depths of hell. Seizing the opportunity, the bodyguards quickly formed a hum
Ronan himself keeps a very low profile, rarely appearing in public and refusing interviews. Even Ronan's son is shielded from any publicity to the extent that the public doesn't even know his name, Matthew. It's precisely because of this that Ronan attracts so much attention. Moreover, this recent news has caused quite a stir. The photos are extremely sensational, and within just ten minutes of being leaked, they've already become the number one topic. "The Zenith Ventures President, the Diamond Man, the man women most want to marry, has been kidnapped! He's been beaten! How scandalous!" Lyra watched eagerly as Ronan faced the reporters, his handsome face darkening with each probing question. Her heart soared with joy. The arrogant and self-important Ronan finally faces the music. Watching Ronan being bombarded with questions on TV, Lyra couldn't help but feel giddy with excitement. If it weren't for the fear of the bodyguards outside hearing her, she would have been rolling o
The five-year gap seemed to be filled at this moment. Ronan's first reaction upon seeing Lyra alive and well wasn't anger, but gratitude. Even though she had escaped him by faking her death and even abandoned their son, he still felt thankful. Thankful that she was alive and hadn't used death as a punishment against him. Back then, he had seen her covered in blood, breathless, and his world had collapsed in an instant. If it weren't for Matthew, he wouldn't have been able to go on. Now, with Lyra leaning against his chest, though her expression was very reluctant, there was an inexplicable calmness in Ronan's chest, and his gaze involuntarily softened. Ronan unconsciously raised his hand toward Lyra's cheek. Just as his hand was about to touch her, she suddenly spoke up, "I want custody of Matthew." Ronan's expression slightly faltered, his hand froze, and then he withdrew it. His eyes turned icy, "You only want our son, not your husband?" Lyra replied, "We're already divorc
Ronan's injuries were quite severe, but he insisted on leaving the hospital, and the doctor didn't dare to object. The doctor could only prescribe medication for him and give him some instructions. There were still many reporters lingering around, waiting outside the hospital to take photos. Ronan had someone drive his Maybach to wait at the hospital's entrance, and he also arranged for a bodyguard with a similar build to him to cover his head and pretend to be him. Sure enough, all the reporters' attention was drawn to the Maybach, and they rushed out, eagerly surrounding the car to take photos. Meanwhile, at another exit of the hospital, there was a very inconspicuous black commercial van parked. No one would have guessed that Ronan would leave in this low-key commercial van. In the car, Lyra sat far away from him, trying to maintain a distance between them. Standing at the entrance of the Imperial Garden, Lyra felt a whirlwind of emotions. She never thought she would come
After finishing the delicious chicken legs, Matthew began to complain about feeling sleepy. Early in the morning, Damien Cross, who couldn't find a girlfriend, lifted him out of bed, urging him to go for a run and practice shooting. If he refused, Damien Cross would tie him up and carry him on his shoulder as they ran... Matthew was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open. Lyra coaxed him into taking a bath, then used a towel to dry him off, blow-dried his hair, and carried him out of the bathroom. Although Lyra had given birth to Matthew, she had never taken care of him, so now she tried her best to care for him, giving him the feeling of having a mother. Despite her petite stature, Lyra didn't struggle to carry Matthew, probably due to her natural maternal instinct! Matthew crawled into bed by himself, then somewhat shyly patted the space beside him, asking, "Mia, is it okay if you sleep here?" Lyra took off her shoes and lay down beside him. Matthew immediately smiled
Finally, the car arrived at the Grandeur Gala Hub clubhouse after twenty minutes. Lyra and Matthew approached the entrance but were stopped by a doorman. "I'm sorry, this is an exclusive private club. Only members are allowed inside," the doorman said, blocking their way. Lyra hurriedly explained, "We're here to find someone." "Even if you're looking for someone, you can't come in. Why don't you call your friend and have them come out to meet you?" the doorman refused to let them in. "What's a member?" Matthew asked, his little brows furrowing. The doorman glanced at him. Although he was just a child, his demeanor and attire were extraordinary, so the doorman politely replied: "A member is a VIP member who needs to pay an annual fee of one million." Lyra gasped, calculating the balance in her bank account. But no matter how she calculated, it was not enough. She hesitated, remembering that Torin had given her a card before, but she had never used it. Should she take it out n
Even though Ronan was dressed neatly and lay quietly like a wooden man without giving any response, resembling a sleeping beauty.Cordelia Locke still couldn't resist his charm and excitedly straddled him, involuntarily moaning."Mmm... Ronan... so good..."Suddenly, someone outside the door started frantically ringing the doorbell.Cordelia Locke, who was immersed in excitement, was interrupted by the sudden ringing, making her very unhappy.Originally, she didn't want to pay attention and pretended there was no one in the room.But then she considered that if it was a room service attendant who saw no one inside, they might just swipe their card to enter.So she decided to send away the person outside first, and then come back to enjoy Ronan's body.The person outside suddenly changed tactics and began pounding on the door with their hands.Startled by the unexpected noise, Cordelia Locke hugged the towel around her and cautiously walked to the door, peering outside through the peep