Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 29 Stay Away from Her At the racing field. Lyra and Nore arrived early. After changing their clothes, they entered the field together. At this time, two flashy sports cars drove into the field in a high profile. Lyra turned her head and saw two familiar faces, Davis and Novah. The Barnwell group's people. Previously, when she went to Creek Club to look for Hank, the two of them were also there. So now the two of them were also going to participate? Lyra frowned and had a sinking feeling. Moreover, she seemed to have always felt that someone was looking at her. Who was it? Lyra and Nore checked the car condition for the last time. Just as they were about to get in the car, the sun shone on her body. She shook her eyes, but she felt that the line of sight that followed her became colder. She looked around and finally fixed her eyes on the stands. Their eyes met, and she was stunned. "Lyra, get in the car." Nore called out to her, but he did not get any response from her. He called out worriedly, "Lyra?" Lyra came back to her senses and looked at Nore in a daze. "Okay." As the countdown reached zero, a gunshot rang out, and the race car at the starting line flew out as fast as lightning. Lyra sat on co-pilot, her mind filled with that pair of cold and emotionless eyes in the audience... Hank, he actually came? "Lyra, where is the obstacle?" Nore's voice was a little anxious. Lyra snapped back to her senses and looked forward, her eyes widening. Their distance towards that obstacle was almost beyond the safe distance! Lyra forced herself to calm down and determined the direction. "Nine o'clock direction. Slow down immediately. Front wheel." Nore reacted quickly and turned the steering wheel.

"Chi!". The car dangerously brushed past the obstacles, creating a series of sparks. At the same time, Davis and Novah surpassed it! "Lyra, wake up!" Nore glanced at the rear-view mirror. They were originally in the lead, but now they were overtaken. His voice was loud and woke Lyra up. She immediately perked up. "Turn." "Speed up." After a series of operations, their car finally overtook Davis when they were about to reach the finish line and was the first to cross the finish line. When they got out of the car, their clothes were almost wet. "Sorry, just now ..." Lyra felt a little guilty. "It doesn't matter. We still won. Come!" Nore put the helmet between his arms. He stretched out his hand and clapped with Lyra. Although he could see that Lyra was a little absent-minded. The corners of Lyra's lips twitched. On the other side of the stands, there was a loud noise. "Hank, you're here too! Did you see my performance? If not for the fact that I didn't have a good grasp of the situation, I would have been the first!" Davis jumped over the railing and said loudly. "Mm," Hank said coldly. "But I still didn't get it." Davis muttered a few words in dissatisfaction. Hank's gaze had already swept past him and directly entered Lyra's eyes. Her performance just now was indeed stunning. Lyra frowned. He hasn't left yet? She subconsciously quickened her pace and pulled Nore to the locker room. But Nore had already seen Hank. Why isn't he in the VIP room? Why is he looking outside? Lyra did not say anything. "Do you think he wants to repay your kindness?" Nore took two steps forward and deliberately mentioned. "What?""Thank you for saving him at the wedding. Otherwise, why would the Barnwell group invest so much money in the competition?" "Don't talk about this anymore, it's impossible," Lyra said with a cold face despite knowing that he was joking. After she finished speaking, she quickly walked into the changing room. What she did not see was that after she turned around and walked far away, that cold gaze with a complicated expression followed her figure. Until she disappeared, she did not move away for a long time...

On the way to the bidding venue, he changed his mind and came. "You didn't expect that your ex-wife would actually know how to race?" Novah noticed Hank's gaze. Hank retracted his gaze and glanced at him. Davis suddenly understood something. He raised his hand and placed it on Novah's shoulder. He said with a sly smile, "Let's not talk about it. I have to give her a thumbs up for her ability. Now that I look at her, she seems to be even more beautiful than before." "Stay away from her." Hank said coldly and walked towards the direction where Lyra had left. "Young Master, do you mean that I should ignore that woman, or do you want me to not touch that woman?" Davis asked. "Is there a difference? Anyway, don't provoke her;" Novah said as he swung his arm away from his shoulder and walked back and forth with his helmet in between. "It's just a woman that Young Master Barnwell doesn't want. Who cares about her?" Davis snorted disdainfully. Half an hour later, Lyra walked out of the locker room and unexpectedly bumped into Hank. He stood at the end of the arch, his slender figure under the casual shirt, which was more attractive than when in a suit. Lyra narrowed her eyes and was ready to skip directly, but the man raised his hand and grabbed her arm, saying coldly: "Let's talk." "Mr. Barnwell, I don't know what we have to talk about." Lyra shook him off and looked up. She had just taken a shower, and there was a faint smell of fresh air on her body. Only her eyes were filled with disgust and vigilance towards him. "I didn't expect you to know how to race." Hank suppressed the displeasure in his heart and lowered his eyes, wanting to break the deadlock between them. "There are too many things that Mr. Barnwell didn't expect." Lyra smiled. After several confrontations, her heart was already as calm as still water. "Mr. Barnwell, le me remind you that you are already married. What I know has nothing to do with you!" The sunlight outside was strong, and it elongated their shadows onto the ground. Hank's throat moved, and surprisingly, he did not get angry. "When did you find out that I recognized the wrong person?"

"I've already made it clear on this topic at your wedding. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in reminiscing with you." After Lyra finished speaking, she directly walked around him. "If you had told me earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer the imprisonment of that year." Hank turned around and looked at her arrogant back. He could let her go this time for the sake of that pendant. This short sentence was like a needle that pierced straight into Lyra's originally calm heart. Did he think that he held her fate in his hands? Heh... How laughable. She abruptly stopped in her tracks and gripped the helmet in her hand. "Mr. Barnwell's memory isn't too good. In court, I personally admitted it. It was I who requested to be imprisoned. That was my choice."