Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172 It Won’t Cause Any Deaths

Her understanding of Hank was after Hank founded the Barnwell group. How he was swift and decisive, and how he was all-powerful. But before that, she knew nothing about it even after asking around. Even when her father promised Hank to marry her, he did not say anything to Lyra. Now that she thought about it, Hank was more mysterious than she had imagined. The lights flickered, and Lyra’s lowered eyelashes blocked the emotions in her eyes. She didn’t want to be seen through, especially by the man in front of her.

The air was extremely quiet.

It was unknown when the heavy rain outside the window stopped, but after the rain stopped, the entire cemetery looked even more solemn and frightening. Lyra closed her eyes tightly. Otherwise, her line of sight could not help but be attracted to the empty space outside.

She was a little afraid, and the strength of her heartbeat became heavier and heavier.

“Take it.”

Suddenly, Hank’s voice sounded in her ears, lonely and noble.

But at that moment, it drove away Lyra’s fear.

She looked up and took the hot water bag from him. The man frowned and pulled over the blanket next to him. He put the hot water bag inside and wrapped it up loosely. He gave it to Lyra again, and the temperature was just right. Then, he went to the other side of the room, keeping a safe distance from Lyra. Lyra closed her eyes slowly again. Many things of the past appeared in her mind. She thought of her father, the Jones family, and…

Drip.

Drip.

When Lyra heard the sound beside her ear, she suddenly woke up. How did she fall asleep? The sky was bright outside, and she fell asleep in the blanket. Her legs were still covered with the windbreaker that Hank wore last night. Lyra frowned and subconsciously looked for the man. Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

“Miss Jones, I’m here to pick you up. This month, Cloud Town’s morning is very cold. Let’s go. We have made ginger soup at home.” Home? Lyra’s eyes flickered. How could she still have a home?

“No need, I can walk by myself.”

Sister Zhang’s hand was empty. Seeing that she was stubbornly going to open the door, she sighed and quickly followed. “Aren’t you going to the training ground today? Go back and have a good rest.” Sister Zhang was more enthusiastic than ever. No matter how many times Lyra said no, she still insisted on bringing Lyra back to Hank’s villa.

“Take a bath first. I’ll go downstairs to make breakfast, your favorite soup dumplings.” Sister Zhang nagged and closed the bedroom door. Lyra stood rooted to the ground, not moving for a long time. The room seemed to no longer have the smell of Hank. Lyra looked at the time and walked into the bathroom.

The wound on her wrist was almost healed, and Hank had arranged for a family doctor to come over. She did not need to go to the hospital again. “The car is ready. You can leave whenever you want.” Ms. Zhang cleaned up the dishes and handed over the fruit. “Thank you, Ms. Zhang.” Lyra lowered her head, thinking about something. Ms. Zhang turned around and looked at her. Finally, she sighed, “You children.”

It rained all night yesterday. The training ground was no longer filled with yellow sand, but mud.

Starting from the A-point of the track, it was all soaked with rain. The ground was wet and slippery, and it took a lot of time. “What should we do? Even the heavens are laughing at us,” Sonny said helplessly as he slapped his thigh.