All Chapters of The Second Marriage with CEO: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Ronan looked strangely at the woman beneath him, unable to snap out of it for a long time. His expression was filled with confusion as he incredulously said, "What trick are you playing now?" Lyra replied calmly as if she had accepted everything, "Nothing, just had a change of heart, no big deal, just consider it being bitten by a dog." She gritted her teeth inwardly, this despicable man, she would make him regret it! "If I were a dog, would you still want to have my puppies?" Ronan raised an eyebrow. If it were anyone else daring to insult him like this, they would have been thrown off the rooftop long ago. But when it was Lyra insulting him, he found it amusing. He even hoped she would talk more to him, no matter what she said, he was willing to listen. Even if she cursed at him, he would be happy. He had rolled around in the business world for many years and experienced countless people. With just one look at Lyra's expression, he k

When the guards saw her, they immediately stood at attention, ready for anything. Approaching her, one of the guards politely asked, "Madame, may I help you with something?" Lyra glanced around and pulled the door slightly closed to block the guard's view, preventing him from seeing inside. She smiled and said, "Well, you see, Ronan wants to eat breakfast, so I'm going out to buy him some. You stay here and make sure no one disturbs his rest." The guard hesitated; Zane had already told them. The woman in the master's hospital room was his wife, the legitimate mistress. Although they didn't understand what was going on, they knew too much about the grievances of the wealthy family was unnecessary. As long as they treated this mistress well! The guard nodded, "Which restaurant does the master want xiaolongbao from? I'll go buy it immediately." Lyra hurriedly said, "No need; only I know where that restaurant is."

"Are you satisfied? Can you remove the things now?" Ronan's voice was low. "You must promise to let him go and stop bothering him," Lyra demanded, pushing her luck. "You care about him?" Ronan's chest surged with an inexplicable annoyance as he looked at the bodyguard, finding him increasingly displeasing. Could he not compare to a mere bodyguard? He had already made up his mind to secretly dispose of this annoying bodyguard when Lyra wasn't paying attention! "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!" Lyra said, kicking Ronan's knee without hesitation. Although it didn't hurt, it annoyed Ronan greatly. "You're planning to bother him later, aren't you?" Lyra said angrily. Ronan squinted slightly, surprised at how well this woman understood him. "Promise me right now that you'll never bother him again," Lyra demanded, kicking Ronan a few times for good measure, pushing her luck. Her actions drew gasp

"Lyra, do you still hate me? If killing me would make you feel better, I don't mind if you do." "Back then, it was my fault, I have nothing to say if you want revenge. Go ahead!" Ronan's voice was like a charm, deep and enticing, like a deadly pleasure. His large hand held her small one, pressing it against his chest, the tip of the knife slowly piercing his chest. The blood spreading from his shoulder stabbed Lyra's eyes with pain. She stared blankly at Ronan, just inches away, unable to say a word. Lyra's face was pale, biting her trembling lips tightly. She was completely stunned, unable to make out what Ronan was saying. Her mind had only one thought. She had killed! She had killed Ronan! She had become a murderer! The more she thought, the more terrified she felt. Her body began to tremble violently as she fiercely pulled back her hand. With a clang, the fruit knife f

Lyra looked at the medicine in her hand, it was the wound-healing trauma medicine. She gritted her teeth, feeling extremely reluctant, but she had to apply the medicine to Ronan. When she saw Ronan's smug face, she immediately became even more annoyed! This big scumbag used their son to threaten her. Wasn't that their son? How could he do such a thing? Seeing Ronan's enjoying expression, Lyra felt extremely displeased. Wasn't it just to serve him? Then she would serve him properly! Lyra held the medicine bottle and poured the entire contents directly onto the wound on Ronan's shoulder. Ronan hadn't received anesthesia when the wound was stitched, and it was only due to the strong endurance that he seemed fine. But now, with Lyra pouring the entire bottle of trauma medicine, Ronan couldn't help but let out a groan of pain, despite his strong endurance. Lyra hadn't expected herself to do th