MARRIAGE TRAP

LAST SECONDS

Romy is tall, his figure is not in doubt as the man crosses the tiled front yard and grabs the door handle while Lyra is unbuckling the seatbelt.

For a moment, the gadia was like a terrified doe caught off guard, Romy thought amusedly, watching Lyra's expression pretend to be calm.

"My bag's in the trunk." Amazing, his voice sounds normal! Lyra takes her handbag and slides out from behind the wheel when Eomy picks up her bag, then she follows the man towards the spacious lobby.

Lyra briefly saw the marble floor, a wide staircase that curves towards the top floor, furniture from majoni wood, and paintings that adorn the walls.

Wealth with great taste is so clearly seen The chandelier of the crystal is attached to the stunning ceiling, illuminating the lobby highlighted by the wall lights.

Romy placed his bag at the end of the stairs, then pointed to the open door on his right.

"I'll have Sarah bring me some coffee."

Lyra wants to say that she can't stay, but Romy certainly sees that she's just looking for excuses. And Lyra refused to give Romy that satisfaction.

"Thank you." He can do this, talk over coffee, then leave.

The official large sitting room was intimidating enough, and Lyra wondered if Romy had deliberately chosen it.

Oh my God, control yourself, Lyra commands herself in the heart.

Romy caught a glimpse of the apparent tension and chose to ignore it when his housekeeper arrived carrying a tray.

After the introduction was over, Sarah poured the fragrant coffee and steamed it into two cups before leaving the room.

"I arranged for my father to take over my apartment" Lyra said softly as she received her coffee mug and coasters from Romy's hands. "Of course I'll pay the rent."

Romy offers sugar and cream, and Lyra refuses both. "He's there now?"

Lyra straightened her head and replied to Romy calmly. "Is it time for me to ask you how your day was?"

"You really want to know?"

"Just try it."

Lyra's heart stopped beating. They're going to travel? "Do you have to?"

"You think we're gonna stay home?"

Lyra doesn't think! "It doesn't feel appropriate."

One of Romy's eyebrows shot up. "No."

"We don't have a real marriage."

"Explain what a real marriage is." Romy's tone of voice was very slippery. "She's interested in hearing your explanation."

Oh shit, he's stuck with it!. "Do I have to say it?"

"Of course."

"If you're looking for an opponent to argue with, play with someone else." Lyra managed to stay calm.

"I think I've chosen you."

She was a brave girl, Romy thought older, not just a few years, but there was an invisible maturity during their relationship.

The loss of his mother and the downfall of his father certainly come into play, but more than that, and Romy wonders what the reason is.

A relationship that ended badly?

Somehow Romy felt uncomfortable, and he chose not to think too deeply about it.

Lyra sipped her coffee, then carefully placed the cup and the mat on the tray. "Excuse me." He stood up "There are tasks that I have to assess."

Not a wise move, as Romy followed his movements, and the man stood too close, making Lyra's awareness of his presence rise to dangerous levels.