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Lyra rushed to the upstairs room and found her dropped USB drive.

While coming downstairs, Ronan remained motionless, not even changing his posture.

Lyra wanted to storm out, but her feet seemed nailed to the ground against her will.

After hesitating for a while, she gritted her teeth, realizing they were still married, and she couldn't leave him alone.

She struggled to help Ronan onto the sofa, wiping his face and hands with a warm towel, and covering him with a blanket.

Once everything was done, she sat beside, staring blankly at the man before her.

The room was silent.

It was so quiet that Lyra could hear Ronan's shallow breathing and strong heartbeat.

The faint fragrance unique to him mixed with the strong scent of alcohol, occasionally reaching her nostrils.

The refined, almost picture-perfect man slept soundly.

His thick eyelashes cast beautiful shadows around his eye sockets, his indifferent lips formed a soft curve, and his flawless skin was immaculate.

Even in slumber, this striking man dazzled Lyra, leaving her somewhat dazed.

This person was her husband, the one she was supposed to spend her life holding hands with.

Involuntarily, she reached out and gently touched his face, the warm sensation causing her heart to skip a beat.

She remembered the first time she saw him that afternoon, his lofty demeanor, the gentle breeze tousling his dark hair, and his captivating voice.

"Lyra?"

He called her name, what happened afterward?

Afterward, she blushed.

And then, their marriage began.

Lyra touched her cheek, not realizing tears had formed.

She wiped them away, somewhat disheveled, grabbing her handbag and rushing to the door.

When Ronan woke up, the bright sunlight poured through the wide windows, illuminating the room.

He had a good dream and felt relaxed all over as he lazily half-closed his eyes.

It seemed like he dreamed of returning to two years ago when a petite figure had strenuously carried him, rescuing him from a burning warehouse.

Ronan stretched and, suddenly wide awake, sat up from the sofa.

Puzzled, he glanced around; was this... Majestic Crest Villa?

How did he end up here?

The last time he brought Lumi Hawthorne here, he had too much to drink. Now, again, after drinking too much, two consecutive accidents were beyond belief!

Ronan rubbed his brow, swiftly got up, did a quick wash, and left; he didn't want to encounter that unfamiliar wife!

After tidying up, Ronan's handsome face resumed its cold and aloof expression. Passing by the gate of Majestic Crest Villa, a security guard politely greeted him, "Good evening, Mr. Ronan!"

Ronan glanced at him askance, and strangely asked, "How did I get back last night?"

The guard respectfully answered, "Mrs. Lyra brought you back last night."

Frowning, it was her?

There seemed to be a lingering warmth on his lips; in his dream, he even kissed a woman.

Ronan forcefully rinsed his mouth with water, wiping his beautiful lips as if disinfecting them.

The person who saved him was Cordelia Locke!

The urgent matter now was to find bone marrow for Cordelia quickly!

Lyra arrived at Horizon Global Enterprises Inc. Torin had lent her a suit jacket, which she had dry-cleaned and was returning to him.

At this time, most employees had left. She smoothly made her way to the general manager's office.

She noticed Torin's office door was slightly ajar, and she could hear Torin's voice calling, "Amy? Amy?"

The tone sounded urgent, unlike Torin's usual calm demeanor. Lyra hesitated, walked to the door, gently pushed it open, and said, "Amy has already left."

At the sound, Torin abruptly looked up, surprised to see her. A fleeting expression of almost imperceptible astonishment crossed his eyes, "It's you?"

Lyra raised the bag in her hand, saying, "Your jacket that I borrowed has been dry-cleaned. I've brought it back for you."

Torin gestured towards a nearby table, "You can leave it there."

After placing the bag down, Lyra noticed Torin's furrowed brow, his delicate face a bit pale, and his right hand pressed against his stomach.

Because of the force, his immaculate nails turned slightly white.

Torin looked up, seeing that Lyra hadn't left yet, and couldn't help but ask, "Anything else?"

Just as he finished speaking, he gasped, his right hand pressing harder against his abdomen.

"What's wrong with you?" Lyra asked with concern.

Torin took a moment to compose himself, then, somewhat weary, shook his head, "It's nothing, an old ailment. Skipped dinner, so my stomach is hurting."

Glancing at the time, it was already past seven in the evening. Unable to hold back, she said, "Then you should finish work and go eat!"

Torin's slender fingers tapped on the thick stack of files on the table, sighing, "I'll finish reviewing this season's spring fashion designs before leaving."

"Could you please help me pour a cup of hot water?"

His complexion turned paler, a thin layer of sweat even appearing on his forehead, indicating how uncomfortable he was feeling.

"Sure." Lyra picked up a clean cup from the table and walked to the water dispenser, pouring a cup of hot water for him.

"Thank you." Torin lifted the cup, and took a sip of the hot water, feeling a bit relieved from the turmoil in his stomach.

With one hand holding the cup, Torin picked up the documents again and resumed working.

Pursing her lips, Lyra thought Torin was a decent person. She appreciated his straightforwardness about things she didn't approve of. She hesitated a bit before saying, "How about having dinner first before continuing work?"

Torin looked up, somewhat surprised at her suggestion.

Without further ado, Lyra walked over, forcefully took the documents from his hand, placed them on the table, and swiftly continued, "Let's go, have dinner first. It's not efficient to work when your stomach isn't feeling well."

Torin squinted slightly, his gaze slowly falling on Lyra's face. Her fair skin seemed fragile, with a faint blush on her cheeks. But what drew attention the most were her bright eyes.