Chapter 525: Chapter 525

"Yeah, I’m working overtime, you should rest early."

Ronan Keating finished his last sentence and then hung up the phone.

Yvette Ray took a deep breath and directly opened the door to enter.

Ronan Keating was first stunned for a moment, then he spoke, "Who are you, miss? Why are you here..."

The next moment, his words were swallowed up at his lips. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel⚑fire.net

The gentle smile on his face turned stiff, and his gaze became somewhat piercing as he looked at Yvette Ray.

"Why are you here?" His voice was cold and biting, like it was mixed with shards of ice.

Yvette Ray forced herself to hold back the sting in her eyes, and curled her lips into a bitter smile, "After all, we dated for a while. I came to Lyria so I thought I’d drop by and see you, isn’t that okay?"

Ronan Keating frowned, a trace of annoyance flashing in his eyes, "I don’t want you to appear in front of me."

He had finally decided to marry Claire Truman, to live respectfully with her, regarding the past as nothing more than a dream.

Yvette Ray’s appearance before him only made his heart waver.

Seeing his gaze that seemed to wish to destroy her, Yvette Ray laughed, with a smile carrying bitter and suppressed emotion.

Ronan Keating sat down, looking at her coldly and said, "Leave now, don’t force me to make you leave, there’s nothing left to say between us."

"What? Are you afraid your fiancée might misunderstand?" Yvette Ray crossed her arms, not moving an inch.

"Knowing I have a fiancée should give you some shame. How come I didn’t know Miss Ray has an interest in being a homewrecker?"

Ronan Keating spoke bluntly, and a hint of impatience flashed across his handsome face.

Yvette Ray thought she was already cold-hearted, but hearing these words, her face still turned paler.

"Can’t we just talk properly?" she whispered.

Ronan Keating sneered, "Talk properly? You turned my mother into a vegetative state, do you think we can still talk properly?"

"I didn’t." Yvette Ray gritted her teeth, "Why don’t you believe me?"

Ronan Keating walked towards her step by step, approaching with a menacing stance.

"Foolish arguments now are too late; the evidence was conclusive at the time. It’s not something you can cover up now with pitiful looks or a few words."

Yvette Ray lowered her head in silence.

She knew Ronan Keating didn’t believe her, so there was no need to dispute it with him.

They owed each other nothing anymore!

She took out a lighter from her pocket and then lit a stick of incense in her hand.

Ronan Keating was surprised by her actions. It was only when he smelled the peculiar scent that he abruptly realized.

"Yvette Ray, what are you doing?" he scolded coldly.

"Nothing much, just wanted to have one last indulgent night with you before you get married, as a souvenir."

Ronan Keating’s face darkened with rage, "Yvette Ray! You’re shameless!

Are you trying to blackmail me with this? Or planning to use it to ruin my marriage later?"

Yvette Ray gritted her teeth, tears falling uncontrollably, it didn’t matter how Ronan Keating saw her, as long as she achieved her goal.

Ronan Keating realized what tricks Yvette Ray was up to; he was already starting to react.

Hearing his breath become heavier, Yvette Ray stepped forward and reached out to unbutton his shirt.

"Yvette Ray, have you no shame!"

No matter how Ronan Keating cursed her, Yvette Ray remained unresponsive.

She only wanted to save Moira Ray.

Save the child who had suffered since birth.

Ronan Keating reached out to push her away, but Yvette Ray kept coming back, leaning forward to nibble lightly at his ear.

The next moment, it was blatantly clear he let out a low hum, and Yvette Ray laughed.

He hadn’t changed at all; she knew every part of his body so well.

Yvette Ray’s actions seemed to infuriate him, a vein throbbed on Ronan Keating’s forehead. He grabbed her, gritting his teeth, "You brought this on yourself!"

Then he directly dragged her into the lounge room at the back.