Chapter 21：Eye Contact

Lyra sat for a while and felt a bit thirsty. She reached out to take one of the clean cups placed on the table. Suddenly, a woman snatched the cup ahead of her, casting a disdainful glance at Lyra without a hint of sincerity in her apology: "Sorry, Mrs. Ronan."

That woman deliberately emphasized the "Mrs. Ronan," her tone filled with sarcasm. Lyra lowered her eyes slightly and reached for another cup. However, another woman mimicked the first, snatching the cup away. On the table was a teapot of fruit flower tea. As the woman grabbed for the cup, her arm deliberately brushed against the teapot, causing it to tip over and spill scalding hot tea onto Lyra's leg.

"Ah!" Lyra jumped up, the redness of a burn spreading across her fair skin.

Ronan, who had been playing cards, froze for a moment. He immediately threw his cards aside and rushed over, scooping Lyra up in his arms and heading swiftly to the restroom.

Twisting the faucet open, he continuously poured cold water onto Lyra's leg, hi