Chapter 70

Ronan looked at the yarn Lyra was knitting, jealousy burning in his heart. Without thinking, he snatched it away.

Grabbing one end of the yarn, he violently pulled and tore it apart.

The half-pair of baby shoes that Lyra had spent days knitting was now shredded into pieces.

"What are you doing?" Lyra felt extreme heartache.

"What? Feeling sorry now? Who are you making this for, some wild man?" His eyes flashed with stormy anger, pupils shrinking, his handsome face tensed and terrifying.

Wild man? Not only did he not appreciate her effort, but he also slandered her.

Lyra clenched her lips in anger.

"Why should I tell you?" Unafraid, she raised her chin proudly, like a peacock.

Ronan approached slowly, his face becoming somewhat fierce due to gritted teeth. "Did you meet Torin today, huh?"

Lyra became somewhat nervous this time. The man's tall figure had an oppressive aura, and she soon found herself cornered against the wall.

Her petite figure was entirely enveloped in the man's tall s