Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit novel Chapter 67

Cooperation “You are talking nonsense.”

Alma gritted her teeth and felt that the people around her were laughing at her.

At this moment, a cold figure walked out of the lift, followed by Keith. “He is here. You can ask him yourself.” Lyra calmly raised her chin, looking as if she was staying out of it. “Hank, what exactly is going on? The relationship between you and her has already completely ended, hasn’t it?” Alma pulled him back.

From the moment Lyra went to jail a year ago, their relationship had ended. Lyra grabbed the melon seeds on the table. She hadn’t eaten since that evening and was a little hungry now. “I will tell you in the future. Tomorrow is the Fashion Week. You go back to your room and rest early.” Hank comforted Alma.

“But…”

She still wanted to say something, but Hank had already pulled her hand down. Alma looked up and met his cold gaze. She had no choice but to reply, “Alright, I understand.”

She suppressed the strange feeling in her heart. Before she went into the lift, she glanced at Lyra. There was a very complicated emotion hidden in her eyes. Lyra did not take it seriously and continued to eat the melon seeds in her hand. “I asked Keith to arrange a room for you.” Hank walked directly to her.

“Thank you.”

“I will do my best for tomorrow.”

“That’s for the best.” Hank’s gaze was fixed on her face. Keith walked forward and placed the room card in front of Lyra. “This is in the name of Mr. Barnwell.”

Lyra narrowed her eyes and kept the room card. Hank really wanted to ask her why she didn’t choose to ask for the money. Before he could say anything, he saw Nore rush in from outside.

He grabbed Lyra’s shoulder and looked at her carefully as if no one else was there. “Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”

His anxiety and nervousness were all written on his face.

In order to protect Lyra, he had tossed and turned for the whole night. At this time, his face was haggard. Seeing that she was unharmed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. “In the future, don’t do such risky things, okay?” he said in a low voice.

No one knew how he survived the year when Lyra was imprisoned.

He practiced crazily in the racing field every day. Only in this way could he ensure that he had no time to think about her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t go to jail again,” Lyra said, patting his back. “How did you…”

Halfway through his words, he noticed Hank, who was standing next to her, and frowned. “Did he do it?”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Barnwell and I are now partners, although it will be very short.” Lyra naturally admitted.