บททั้งหมดของ The Second Marriage with CEO: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

"I finished my business and came over. I am your guardian, it's perfectly normal for me to come and find you," Ronan replied loftily. Matthew was almost driven crazy by his clueless father, wearing a face full of disdain, completely unwilling to hide it. "I'm already grown up, I don't need a guardian!" Ronan looked down at him disdainfully. Matthew tilted his head up to meet his gaze and realized just how much shorter he was compared to his father. Damn, being short was a disadvantage; he felt completely overshadowed by his dad! Matthew deflated, feeling disappointed. He had planned to confess to Mia today. How could he do it with his dad around? The standoff between father and son intensified, the tension thickening. Lyra stood awkwardly on the side. Ronan was already here, she couldn't just ask him to leave! So she delicately said, "Matthew and I are going to have dinner now. I've already reserved a table at the restaurant." The implication was clear: there's no seat reserve

Lyra felt warm inside. But she also felt a bit worried, afraid that Matthew might do something mischievous. Seeing the little guy's confident demeanor, Lyra didn't want to discourage him, so she just nodded. Ronan gave his son a deep look, then tapped the table and called the waiter, "Get the manager over here." Soon the manager came over, saying politely, "Hello, is there anything wrong? Is it about the food or the service?" Matthew felt ignored and immediately became displeased. Why did the manager only speak to Dad when he came in? He was being completely ignored! Matthew climbed onto the stool (his short legs couldn't reach), put his hand in his pocket, and leaned to the side, looking arrogant and just like a miniature version of Ronan. "The hygiene in this restaurant is terrible!" Matthew looked down at the manager disdainfully. The manager was momentarily stunned, seeing that the two adults didn't speak, then turned his gaze to the little guy. Politely, the manager as

"At dinner, no talking!" Ronan's cold voice rang out. The long-ignored Ronan raised an eyebrow, meeting Lyra's eyes. He was the child's father, and she had no reason to stop him from teaching his son how to eat. Lyra pursed her lips, unable to say anything. Matthew's mouth opened, and the meatball in his hand pitifully dropped to the floor. Dad's temper was getting harder and harder to handle. Dad must be jealous of his sweet moments with Mia! With resentment, Matthew haphazardly scooped up a few bites of rice. After dinner, the little guy jumped off the chair. "Dad, I'm going to the bathroom!" "Okay." "Mia, I'll be right back!" As soon as the little guy left, the private room was left with only Lyra and Ronan. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and even breathing seemed difficult. Lyra picked up her water glass and took a sip, while Ronan thoughtfully looked at the glass in her hand. "I heard Miss Mia is a teacher?" Ronan suddenly asked. "Yes." Why wasn't Matthew

If five years ago, he hadn't made that wrong decision. Then now, would his wife and son be happily surrounding him? Ronan squinted his eyes, refusing to shift his gaze away for even a moment, as if blinking would make all the beauty before him disappear. Lyra and Matthew approached, with Matthew in a very cheerful mood, greeting proactively, "Good morning, Dad!" Lyra stood by, somewhat awkwardly pursing her lips, saying nothing. After looking at her for a moment, Ronan suddenly, without a word, grabbed Matthew by the back of his collar, lifting his whole small body and throwing him into the back seat. Matthew's short legs kicked in dissatisfaction, and he grumbled loudly, "Dad, how could you just throw me like that? Mia will see, and I'll be embarrassed!" The man gave him a cold glance. Matthew shrank his neck, not daring to speak further. He pressed the car window button, chubby little hands resting on the window sill, revealing his adorable little head. "Mia, bye!" "Goodb

Continuing from there, she immediately woke up, glaring at him with disgust and questioning, "What are you doing here? Get out!" Ronan couldn't believe his luck and blurted out, "This is a dream." "Do you think I'm a three-year-old who can be easily fooled?" Lyra sat up, her face full of disgust. "No, really, you're dreaming." Ronan struggled one last time. "Before I change my mind, you better leave on your own, otherwise I'll call the police for trespassing!" Lyra's eyes were full of vigilance, not hiding her disgust and disdain. After exchanging stares with her for a while, Ronan dejectedly grabbed his clothes and walked out. He envied Matthew, that little brat had been staying here for several nights. Lyra was indeed drunk, so drunk that she couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. After cursing at Ronan, she fell back asleep. Ronan walked out of Lyra's house extremely frustrated, but his 'member' sho