Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 1

Chapter 1 FuneralA funeral was being held at the Frouver City Cemetery.Dressed in black, Lyra Jones

stood in the crowd humbly, accepting condolences from her father’s friends one by one.“Miss Jones,

I’m sorry for your loss,” A low voice sounded in her ear. Lyra wiped away her tears and thanked the

guest.A month ago, the Jones Group had completely gone into liquidation. A heart attack bereaved her

of her father forever. The once glorious and grand Jones family was gone just like that. Everyone felt

for Lyra but no one underestimated her.Because she was not only a Jones but also the wife of the

Barnwell group’s president, Hank Barnwell.The funeral went on until noon, but not until near the end,

did the crowd see Hank, arriving slowly in a low-profile Bentley.With the driver opening the rear door,

Hank got out, stepping on a pair of shiny leather shoes. Above the neat and sharp suit, was a

handsome, angular but aloof face.This was the first time Lyra saw Hank after two years of marriage.

Ironically, it was at her father’s funeral!All the guests brought flowers for the mourning, but Hank had

come empty-handed!“Hank.” What was even more surprising was that when the car door on the other

side opened, a graceful woman in a bright red short skirt came out of the car and naturallywrapped her

arm around Hank’s. “Should I go in?”Looking at her, Hank smiled a little. He peeled her fingers away

from his arm. “Wait for me here.”“Alright.” The woman smiled and tiptoed, reaching his face to give him

a kiss. Seeing that, Lyra’s face burned with shock.This was her father’s funeral. This woman not only

wore a red dress but also kissed her husband in front of all the guests!Clenching her hands, Lyra

couldn’t keep her composure. While Hank had already stepped up the stairs and walked to her.After a

long while, he turned his head and met her gaze. He was six ft one and overwhelming. “It’s been two

years. What? Are you mute now?”“What do you want to do?” Lyra realized that he had come with ill

intentions. “What do I want?” Hank’s eyes were colder than the snow outside the window. “Of

course, I want to pay my respects to my good ol’ father-in-law.” He looked down at Lyra, sizing her up.

She was more beautiful than she was two years ago. Her long hair reached her waist. If she was not

the daughter of his enemy, maybe they would have a happy marriage.

Oh, no, they would never get married at all.

Because he married her just to take revenge on that bastard, Drake Jones. “Everyone, get out.”

Hearing that, all the people in the memorial hall left the venue without exception, because no one dared novelbin

to provoke him and go against the Barnwell Group.

After the last person left the venue, a bone-piercing pain came from Lyra’s wrist. She was dragged in

by Hank and then the door closed.

An hour later, Hank adjusted his suit and left the memorial hall expressionlessly.

The woman who had been waiting outside immediately went up to him, grabbed his hand, and said

gently, “Hank. So? Has the trouble been resolved?”

“Yes,” Hank nodded, held her hand, and walked down the steps while saying… “Everything is over.”

Alma noticed the forbearance in his words, but she did not dare to ask. She only looked back with

lingering fear.

Hopefully, everything was really over.