Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182 Don’t Blame Her

“He was just too angry that day. That wasn’t what he meant. He also felt that our matter had dragged on for too long. As a father, he naturally felt sorry for me.” Alma hurriedly explained.

“You can understand him, right?” Alma reached out and carefully tugged at Hank’s sleeve.

Hank shot her a glance.

He pulled out his hand without a trace and said something random. “Who told you to dress like this? Go change it.” Alma bit the corner of her lips. “But I didn’t bring any clothes.” The last time she imitated Lyra’s dressing, Hank was still very gentle to her. But now… “Then go back to Kensley family.” He said this and got up to leave. “Hank, if you really don’t like me, then let’s end it. I’ll go and abort the child in the afternoon.” Alma had no choice but to use her last move. “Although this child hasn’t seen this world yet, I think it’s destined that he won’t be happy if we give birth to him like this.”

She cried as she wiped her tears and pressured Hank. “I don’t want him to be born in such a family.”

These words were not wrong at all.

Any man would feel sorry for her tears and apologize.

However, Hank was an exception. “Okay, I will find the best doctor for you.”

This was not what she wanted.

All of a sudden, Alma was stunned.

Just as she was about to continue speaking, she saw a figure upstairs looking over.

“Why is she here?” Alma looked up. Hank also glanced upstairs. His eyes were deep and dark, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. “Lyra, you are shameless!”

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two people and saw the bowl of soup on the table. “I made this for Hank with my own hands. You are not allowed to touch it.” Alma was so angry that she wanted to kill Lyra. However, with Hank here, she had to be a little careful. She could not really lose face. Before she came, her father had already said it. In the past few days, because of the matter with the Jones family’s company, Hank had been very unhappy with several directors. Perhaps Lyra stayed here because she kept pestering Hank to achieve her goal, and even offered herself? With this in mind, Alma had a plan in mind. “Will he drink it? Besides, I don’t care.” Lyra chuckled. On the other side, Sister Zhang had already brought out the porridge that had been cooked. “Miss Jones, have breakfast.” “Thank you, Ms. Zhang.” Lyra ate slowly in front of Alma. “Hank, why is she living here again? She caused the conflict between you and the directors. If this goes on, your reputation will be ruined by her.” With these words, Hank’s eyes turned cold.

He had never mentioned the matter of the directors knocking on his door last night to Alma.

She actually knew so clearly? The coldness between the man’s eyebrows gradually deepened, and the atmosphere in the restaurant quietly changed. The only one who was not affected was Lyra. Alma was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She clearly came to see Hank early in the morning to reconcile with him, but now it turned out to be like this.

It was all Lyra’s fault! She was like a ghost that refused to die, which led to her relationship with Hank becoming worse.

Unexpectedly, the moment she went out, she saw Hank turn around and stare at her coldly.

Alma trembled all over. She suddenly realized, “I, I didn’t push her on purpose. …” How could she have imagined that this servant had such a high status in Hank’s

eyes?

This time, Hank was too lazy to say anything. He walked around Alma with a cold face and helped Sister Zhang up. Then, he closed the door directly. Alma stood on the steps, her tears falling.

At the Barnwell group’s door. Lyra was wearing a cap and holding the morning newspaper in her hand. “The Barnwell group has a serious internal disagreement. The stock price has dropped a bit.” “The development case in the western part of the city might be temporarily suspended.” She looked up at the cloudless sky. Nice weather, and nice mood.

Soon, the cars of the directors drove into the parking lot. Lyra locked onto a few of them. Last night, it was them who forced her to not go home. Since they cared so much about the Jones family, then she had to deal with them

Lyra looked left and right, passed through the underground street, and went straight to the Barnwell group building. “Which department are you from?” The patrolling security guard called out to her. Lyra immediately raised her head and revealed a pure and harmless smile. “The Publicity Department, my name is Lyla.” She said it naturally and even knew that it was a small path that only employees who were late would take. After a few turns, she went around the building.

The security guard only took her as one of his own. He walked over and patted the face recognition machine. He took out his walkie-talkie and shouted, “B2’s machine is broken again.”