บททั้งหมดของ The Second Marriage with CEO: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Lyra dragged her heavy steps back to the office. Matthew's colored paper and children's scissors were still on the desk, along with the little rabbit he gave her. During the afternoon class, Lyra was constantly distracted. After enduring until the end of the day, she went to the supermarket to buy things but forgot to pay, almost being mistaken for a thief. She quickly paid and explained for a long time, and the security guard let her go without calling the police. Back at home, Matthew's toys were still scattered everywhere. Lyra tidied up the toys and made dinner. Sitting at the table, she couldn't muster up an appetite and put down her chopsticks after only a few bites. She hurriedly cleaned up the dishes and climbed into bed, but couldn't feel sleepy at all. Lyra picked up her phone, almost calling Matthew. She wanted to ask him if he wanted Daddy or Mommy. The phone vibrated, but it was just

Every day, she only ate white rice and vegetables, even feeding the scraps of meat to stray dogs. She said those stray dogs were pitiful. She couldn't even feed herself properly, yet she had the leisure to pity dogs? Cordelia Locke even boasted that her boyfriend was the master of the Emperor Hotel, ridiculous! For someone like her, thin and pale, lacking both dignity and figure, what kind of taste would the owner of the Emperor Hotel have to be interested in her? Even the job of street sweeping she had was arranged by the community out of pity for her. A woman like Cordelia Locke, let alone being a mistress in an unattainable mansion, even being a servant in the Emperor Hotel, the aunties wouldn't believe it! Such absurd words probably only fooled fools. In front of everyone, the auntie demanded that Cordelia Locke provide evidence to prove she had been to the Emperor Hotel. Otherwise, she would be considered a

Cordelia Locke bit her lip and walked to the side of the swimming pool. It was still pouring rain, and this man actually wanted her to bathe in the pool. She clutched her clothes tightly, feeling so upset that she could hardly breathe. "Watch her wash, and don't let her come up until she's been in there for an hour," Ronan heartlessly ordered before turning and walking back into the house. Two servants blocked Cordelia Locke's view at the door, preventing her from seeing inside the main building of the Emperor Hotel. "Hurry up and wash, didn't you hear what the young master said?" the servant said impatiently. The torrential rain continued, with large raindrops relentlessly falling. Cordelia Locke bit her lip, tossed away the umbrella, took off her cleaner's uniform, and walked into the swimming pool. She felt deeply insulted, but she couldn't bring herself to leave now. The icy rain kept pounding on her face.

The originally groggy Lyra suddenly shook, her face full of fear and tension as she looked around. That extremely arrogant and domineering voice rang out again: "Lyra, get your ass out here!" The voice seemed to be coming from a loudspeaker. An inexplicable premonition made Lyra look upstairs. She immediately widened her eyes, seeing a row of black-clad figures standing in the staircase corridor. Escaping was out of the question. That annoying voice continued. "Lyra, get out here now!" With these intimidating black-clad men around, the neighbors who were woken up could only whisper and wonder what was happening. Lyra gritted her teeth, grateful she now went by the name "Mia Vale"; otherwise, she'd be thoroughly embarrassed! She turned to go back inside, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. But as she turned, those black-clad men all spoke up loudly and in unison: "Miss Lyra, please come

She felt a jolt at her brow and instinctively exclaimed, "Oops!" Then she was dragged into the helicopter. A strong male scent overwhelmed her, trapping her like a net, with no escape. Lyra was utterly bewildered! Ronan's eyes were menacing, glaring coldly at the woman in his arms, his pupils shrinking gradually. Initially, he was indeed dizzy from alcohol and a head injury, weak and unable to resist. But Lyra's bea