Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 474 As Long As You Are Fine

When Lyra got off the plane, she felt that she had an illusion. How could Hank have been so gentle and considerate? He took all the luggage alone. In order to make her feel comfortable, he had asked Keith to arrange a driver to pick him up in advance.

When Lyra sat in the car, the temperature of the car seat was just right. Even if she were a stone, she would have been touched. "Sister Zhang has finished cooking at home. Let's go back to my place first, shall we? I'll send you back later." "You've already decided. Why are you still asking me?" Lyra looked out the window. A deep look flashed through Hank's eyes as he ordered the driver to drive.

"Is your stomach feeling better?" He poured warm water from the thermos cup and handed it over. The moment their fingers touched each other, it was as if they had been electrocuted. That throbbing feeling that she shouldn't have had surged over again. Lyra immediately frowned. "It's fine." She took the cup and drank it in one gulp.

No matter how much she had lost her temper, Hank seemed to have no reaction. He just followed her, even more diligent than the nanny at home. There were a few times when Lyra was really about to lose control of her emotions. When the words reached her mouth, she had to swallow them back. When the door opened, Sister Zhang had already prepared everything. The dining table was full of the dishes that Lyra loved to eat. Sour, spicy, hot, and cold... Even ice cream had been prepared. "I didn't let you eat outside because I was afraid that you would... feel uncomfortable. These are all made by Sister Zhang at home. You can eat them appropriately." He took off his coat and his tone was still cold. However, it was not difficult to hear the undisguised pampering.

It was as if she could do anything under his care. For some reason, Lyra was very fond of this. How long had it been since she had been cared for like this? She had been the one to shoulder everything. The things that Hank had done had somehow made her put down her guard.

"Aren't you going to eat?" She sat down and asked casually. Hank did not expect her to say that. His eyes were filled with a smile. He walked over and pulled out a chair to sit across from her. "Yes, I will eat with you."

Only Keith, who was moving the luggage behind him, knew that his president had not eaten well for the whole day. He had been taking care of Lyra and could not care about himself at all. However, he could only keep these words in his stomach and didn't dare to say them.

After all the things were packed up, Keith hesitated again and again and walked to the back of Hank. "Mr. Barnwell, don't forget this." He handed over a black box.

It gave off a faintly minty fragrance, which was quite good.

Lyra raised her eyebrows and was a little curious.

She saw that Hank took the opportunity to put it on the other side of the chair and avoided Lyra's searching gaze. Lyra drank a mouthful of fish soup and did not take it to heart. After eating and drinking her fill, she felt a burst of sleepiness. Hank sat opposite her and immediately got up. "The guest room has always been vacant. Will you stay tonight?"

He was completely different from before! Lyra suddenly sat up straight and looked up at him. "Hank, can you talk nicely?"

The man was stunned. What had he done wrong? This had all been taught to him by Jasper. Moreover, along the way, he felt that these methods were quite effective. Now, Lyra was sitting in his house eating peacefully. But he could not figure out the situation in front of him. "What did I do wrong?" His tone was soft and gentle, afraid that he would provoke her. Lyra wanted to get angry and quarrel, but after holding it in for a long time, her little face flushed. "You drank the soup up. I haven't had enough!" After that, she carried her small bag and went to the second floor. She knew the location of the guest room very well. Thump.

The door closed and Hank stood at the dining table. The smile on his face grew wider and wider. "Sister Zhang, make another pot of fish soup tomorrow." "Sir, have you ever thought that maybe it was not about fish soup?" Sister Zhang asked as she cleaned up the plates. "But that was what she said just now," Hank said doubtfully. Sister Zhang opened her mouth and swallowed her words. "I will prepare it tomorrow," she said.

Of course, he had to be enlightened on his own. She was just not used to such a gentle and intimate relationship. It had been a long time since someone had cared about her like this, but this person was Hank. The more he took care of her, the more she was shaken. She could not even tell if she was willing to accept this kindness. Or was it that she had been too lonely these days, because of his momentary gentleness, she had lost her mind.

Lyra sat on the bed, unable to sleep. She opened the door and was about to go downstairs to pour a glass of water when she heard a noise in the study.

She was surprised. Through the gap in the door, she saw Hank bending over to apply medicine to the wound on his back. It was the wound left by the accident during the practice match.

On the back of his left shoulder, there were two long wounds. "Let me do it." She frowned and pushed open the door to enter. She picked up the cotton swab and the medicine. She handled it very quickly. The man gasped because of the pain. Lyra moved as fast as possible, but she was afraid that he would hurt. When she pasted the last gauze, their foreheads were both covered with sweat. "Why didn't you tell me that you were injured so badly?" If she hadn't met him by chance today, how long would he keep it a secret? Hank lowered his head and put on his shirt. "It doesn't matter," he said indifferently. Lyra gritted her teeth and frowned even more. "As long as you are not hurt, anything is fine." As he said this, he took the cotton swab from her hand and cleaned up the table too. Lyra stood at the table and did not move for a long time.

"Lyra, do you still hate me?" As he spoke, his footsteps drew closer. She shook her head. There were too many things she didn't know how to say, but she had to admit that she had already let go of those matters. "Then tell me the truth..." The man's thin lips slowly closed. "It's too late. I'm going back to sleep." Lyra turned her head and was about to run when she almost bumped into the floor lamp behind her. Hank hesitated for a moment and did not chase after her. He watched her walk a few steps around the door and return to the guest room. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He still had a long way to go. If she did not let go of her guard, he would not be able to hear a word of the truth.

Perhaps, this was a test from the heavens to him. The door closed, and Lyra clutched her chest as she muttered to herself, 'No, I can't say it. Lyra, you have to hold on. You must not surrender. So what if you have a child? Will he let you keep this child?'

She was not sure.

She could not use this hard-won little life as a bet.

As the night deepened, Lyra lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. Many things flooded her mind.

The Barnwell group, Dingyi, and...