Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 136: Do You Think I'd Like to Be Adulatory?

Tyrone did not speak.

James leaned his head and said with a teasing tone, "But you haven't been wearing it lately. What's wrong?"

Layla was stunned for a moment, subconsciously shifted her sight and pretended to look elsewhere carelessly.

Tyrone did not have any difference. He raised his slender finger calmly and looked at it with a slight smile. "Mr. Franklin don't need to care about my wife and I. We have made a pair of rings. They haven't been delivered yet. They look good. I recommend it to Mr. Franklin the other day. It's also good for you to make an appointment in advance."

Layla compressed her lips and sneered coldly in her heart.

He told lie seriously, and even he didn't blush.

James glanced at Layla and then looked at him with a smile and said, "I don't think it's necessary for to use wedding rings now. I think Mr. Raman is always so clean and self-controlled. You must have a very good relationship with your wife."

"Not bad." Tyrone stood there, straight and silent, as if unwilling to say more. Although there were only two simple words, it was obviously a little spoiled.

Layla's heart suddenly jumped fast. She looking at him for a moment, being a little stunned.

James looked at her as if he suddenly remembered something. His tone was full of concern and a little apologetic, "I'm sorry, Miss Lawson. You're all right."

Everyone here knew that she has just divorced, and it was not polite to talk about the love between husband and wife.

Layla suddenly sobered up, smiled, and looked at Tyrone with profound meaning,"I'm fine, but Mr. Raman is always such a good man. It's really envious of Mrs. Raman. You can protect her so well. There's no news on the Internet."

The man looked back at her, with deep and focused eyes, with a light smile on his face. He had a gentle voice and said word by word, "Manager Lawson's husband is also envied. You can protect so well that few people even know about divorce."Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"..." Layla was silent for a moment, but then she laughed and laughed a little indifferently. "Mr. Raman remind me that I have to hold a party to rehabilitate my bachelor's status another day and invite all my relatives and friends. Otherwise, a little closer to the boy would be said to have affairs in marriage."

The man's atmosphere was so cold that the eyes were cloudy.

James seemed to be amused by her words and joked, "If Miss Lawson openly regain your bachelor status, I am afraid that Vanten Technology Company's door will be broken."

Layla carelessly carved her lips, "I'm not young. I can't be around one person."

Tyrone looked at her in silence, and his eyes gradually darkened.

They chatted with each other for a while. The secretary looked at the time and reminded James, "Mr. Franklin, it's time to go."

"So fast." James frowned slightly, then stood up and smiled at the two men, "If Mr. Raman have time next time, you can go to Fengrui Company."

"Certainly." Tyrone stood up slowly.

"Miss Lawson, if you have any problems, you can call me. Remember to take care of your health."

Layla nodded and said with a smile, "Well, thank you, Mr. Franklin. May you have a good day."

After that, James took the Secretary and several other staff members to leave.

When the they disappeared, Layla did not say a word and turned to leave.

Tyrone pinned her wrist precisely, and he didn't hide the displeasure on his face, "Didn't you promise me to stay away from him?"

Layla grinned coldly and laughed at herself. "If I were the boss of LT Company, I would not even look at him, including you. Do you think I would be so shameless and adulatory? Let me go!"

The man frowned," You dare not refuse him, but you dare to quarrel with me like this. Who give you this courage?'

Layla raised her eyebrow, "I thought you knew me well. Now that we have no consideration for each others' feelings, you still expect me to continue to make up? What's more, if you are not a big mouth, I have the mood to listen to you? Besides, it is the first time that I know that Mr. Raman has the habit of trailing."

The blue veins jumped on the man's forehead, and his eyes were gloomy and even he wanted to eat her. He sneered, "It seems that I disturbed your things. He sent flowers and watches. Indeed, few women have such an opportunity. He should not have gone far. You can catch up with him."

As he spoke, he shook off her hand and walked out with his long leg expressionlessly.

Layla stood stunned for a long time and wanted to bite him.

He had face to be angry?

He let her embarrass for a long time. It was her who should be angry.

This bastard!

From inside out, Layla subconsciously searched for the man, but looked around and she did not find him, thinking that he really went back, feeling more depressed. "I'm not leaving."

The cold voice came out from behind and frightened the woman.

Layla turned and stared at him, "You leaving or not is nothing to do with me?"

The man took apart something in his hand and casually said, "You were not looking for me just now?"

Layla's eyes flashed. "You have a narcissism. I'm clearly looking for an outlet."

Tyrone did not continue to argue with her. He said quietly, "Take it."

Layla subconsciously lowered her head, saw the disposable emergency medicine bag in his hand, and stunned, "You just... Running to find this?"

The man lifted the hat on her head and raised his eyebrows. "Otherwise, do you think I'm gone?"

Layla choked and raised her hand helplessly. "I'll do it by myself."

"You don't have eyes on your head. Don't waste them. I found these from others." Tyrone avoided her hand and calmly removed the bleeding gauze. He lowered his head slightly and used the new one with a gentle movement.

You didn't have eyes!

Layla scolded in her heart, but she did not move any more. Even cooperating with him for bending a little, her ears began to heat up gradually.

Sticking the gauze, Tyrone watched her clever appearance, slightly being touched, grabbing her head, bowing his head and kissing gently on her face.

Suddenly, Layla, who was still thinking he was changing the gauze, was surprised. It took several seconds to reflect that they were still in the airport lobby. The expression was very wonderful.

The man raised the corner of his lips. Before she got angry, he buckled her hat and went out hand in hand. The movements were natural and smooth.

Near the car, Layla shook off his hand, pressed her hat to hide her panic, and expressed anger. "Who just played a good man and a good husband in it? As soon as we came out, you played hooligans. Is anyone more perverted than you?"

Tyrone looked at her angry face and smiled, "You're the only one here. Do I need to play? Or do you want me to tell him that you are my well-protected wife?" "It's ex-wife!" Layla emphasized.

The man raised his hand and touched her head, but he was not upset. The calm voice gave the illusion of softening. "No matter before or now, there is no one."