Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 398 At That Moment, He Understood Her

Nore was a little absent-minded for a moment. He clearly knew that Lyra had been avoiding Hank's feelings. "Mr. Lubi, it's time to go," The assistant reminded him from behind.

"Lee, arrange work as soon as possible. I have to go back." Nore immediately strode away.

He always felt uneasy. On the other side, Lyra didn't hang up because she was angry, but because the doorbell rang.

Moreover, the person who came surprised her. It was Hank.

She didn't want to open the door. She stared at the screen for a long time before she pressed the open button with her uninjured hand.

When their eyes met, the smell of disinfectant on the man's body was still very strong. "What are you doing here instead of staying in the hospital? Are there paparazzi outside?" Lyra couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Hank looked at her vigilant appearance and stepped through the threshold with his long legs. "There are no paparazzi."

She seemed not to believe him and even went out to take a look herself.

"It's cold outside, don't catch a cold." The man waved his long arm and brought her collar back.

His words made Lyra feel as if a few feathers had brushed past her heart. It was very itchy. She quickly reacted and took a big step to the side. "What's up?" Her guard was clearly written on her face, and she really did not hide anything.

Hank glanced inside the living room. There was a table like a work desk in the original position of the coffee table, and the table and the ground were all a mess of design drafts.

Yes, it was a mess, and there was almost no place in the entire house that could be stepped on.

The man's cold eyes looked at Lyra again, "Didn't you want to be a design company? What are you doing now?" To think that he had thought of so many ways to help her.

In the end, it was a waste of all his efforts.

Perhaps because of his questioning tone, Lyra immediately felt that her mood was very bad. "For one thing, we have already divorced and are going our separate ways. You are not qualified to care about me. For another thing, I did not invite you here. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have nothing to say, just go." Lyra walked around the side and walked towards the workbench inside, not intending to pay attention to him anymore. However, the atmosphere had just calmed down. Her wrist was suddenly pulled back. She staggered half a step, and the pain from her wrist hit her. She was puzzled when she heard the man's deep voice. "Why were you so careless?"

His tone was like her father's.

Lyra frowned. Then, Hank pulled her along with one hand and pulled out the medicine box from the entrance mirror with the other. "How did you know..." As soon as Lyra said this, she realized that he had sent people to keep the furniture. He naturally knew where the furniture had been placed. An inexplicable sense of defense made her frown. He held her finger in his palm and gently pressed it against the band-aid. "Wait and don't move," he said, looking at her sharply.

Lyra swore that Hank had never done any housework before. When he lowered his head to help her clean up the entire workbench, his movements were very unskilled. Moreover, his hand was almost cut by a knife. However, he kept a cold face, and Lyra did not want to talk to him too much. The two of them remained silent for a while, one watching and one cleaning. Until there was nothing to clean up, Hank's forehead was in faint sweat. He naturally took off his coat and looked at her. "Do you have coffee?" Seeing that he had done his job and worked hard, Lyra turned and entered the kitchen. Although she had not asked him to do so. Lyra came out with a cup of coffee and saw that Hank was leaning on the sofa. His face was not very good, and he looked even a little weak. "Don't tell me you are so tired after some work." She muttered helplessly, and he happened to hear it clearly. He didn't say anything. He raised his wrist and took the coffee. "Thank you. Get busy

with your thing. Don't worry about me." Lyra was stunned. Was he not leaving? But he just lowered his head to savor the coffee. His cold face revealed a chill. He sat on the sofa like he was sitting in a Michelin high-class restaurant.

Looking at his elegant appearance, Lyra suddenly had an inspiration. She immediately went to the back of the workbench and pulled out the waste drafts that the man had just picked up from the ground. "Where is it?"

She muttered, "Diamond, not good. I want gems, sapphire..."

Her hair was tied up behind her head with only a golden hair clip. She was half lying on the work desk. She was serious and focused as if all the noise in the world could not disturb her

Hank gulped and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them all. He just waited and admired the scene in front of him that he could not take his eyes off. Time passed, and by the time Lyra reacted, Hank's coffee had already turned cold, and the sky outside had also darkened.

She looked at the design drawing that she was satisfied with and smiled. She almost forgot that there was another person in front of her. As a result, when he opened his mouth, he even gave her a fright. "Done drawing? Let me take a look."