Chapter 20 Provoke And Be Provoked
Lyra heard the voice and instinctively furrowed her brow.
As she turned around, her gaze met Melvin's intense eyes, which were just inches away.
"This is the underground parking garage of Angle Group. What brings Mr. Freeman here?" she asked.
Melvin smirked, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm here to discuss a collaboration with Mr. Lloyd. Is there a rule that forbids me from being here?"
Lyra chuckled upon hearing his flimsy excuse.
What a ridiculous reason.
"The Freeman Group focuses on real estate and construction markets, which have nothing to do with the entertainment industry. Is Mr. Freeman here to sell houses to our company's artists?" she retorted, staring at him with a sarcastic glint in her eyes, emanating an equally powerful aura.
Melvin was stung by her gaze, and his expression turned cold. He pressed his hand against her shoulder and pushed her back until her back was against the car door, trapping her within his arm.
"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
His knee pressed against Lyra's thigh, immobilizing her.
This position is so strange...
The proximity and the ambiguous atmosphere made Lyra blush involuntarily.
She struggled while glaring fiercely at him. "Melvin, have you lost your mind? Are you insane?"
His deep eyes stared at her as if she were a disobedient prey.
"A new car? Did you find Keith to be your sugar daddy? Are you proud to show off? Is this some kind of power move against me?"
What's wrong with the car?
She inwardly scoffed but didn't say a word.
"You divorced me for him, forcefully, but it seems like he's not as good as you imagined," he said, full of sarcasm.
What on earth is he talking about?
Did he come all the way here just to interrogate her, thinking that she divorced him to be with Keith?
That's just laughable!
Lyra gave him a peculiar look. "Mr. Freeman, are you mistaken? We divorced because you didn't love me, and I grew tired. It has nothing to do with anyone else."
"But..." she paused, a hint of provocation in her eyes, "Mr. Lloyd is indeed great! He has a better temperament than you, he's more outstanding, and he's even better looking than you! You're not even worth a single strand of his hair!"
Didn't he say something similar to mock her before?
Veins bulged on Melvin's forehead, and he was filled with resentment. He forcefully lifted her chin, holding it tightly, as if he were dealing with an unruly prey.
"Are you deliberately trying to provoke me? Do you want me to do something to you right here?"
Lyra was furious!
She is his ex-wife, ex-wife! Her current life has nothing to do with him!
Why does this despicable man have the right to be angry? Why does he threaten her?
"Melvin, let me make it clear again: Get out of my way!" she exclaimed.
The man remained unmoved.
Lyra was seething with anger. So, he won't listen to reason?
It's time to pull out all the stops!
She swiftly made a move, intending to use her jujitsu skills to bring him down in an instant.
But she didn't expect him to be faster than her!
Lyra was dumbfounded.
In almost an instant, Melvin caught both her hands with one hand, lifting them high above her head, and pressed them firmly against the car roof.
Moreover, his strength far surpassed hers, and she couldn't break free.
"Melvin!"
Lyra was furious, her face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.
Melvin curled his lips into a smug smile. His eyes gleamed with the pleasure of revenge, seeming to enjoy seeing her infuriated and helpless.
During her explosive fury, her expression resembled that of a fierce little lioness. Her starry eyes remained stubborn and clear, her teeth biting her red lips with defiance, exuding both charm and beauty.
Unintentionally, Melvin was reminded of the night a few days ago when he was drugged and caught a glimpse of her eyes, which resembled those of a young Charlotte from many years ago.
At that moment, he was totally turned on.
Looking back now, that night seemed exceptionally wonderful.
Slightly irritated, he felt a surge of nameless anger.
Lyra keenly sensed that the man pressed against her body was gradually stiffening, and there was a heated presence... pressing against her lower abdomen.
"Melvin, you sick pervert! You scumbag! If you don't let go, I'll destroy you!" she proclaimed arrogantly, interrupting Melvin's train of thought.
He snapped back to reality, his lips curving maliciously. "I haven't done anything yet, and I'm already a sick pervert? It seems I need to do something to live up to the name you've given me."
An ambiguous atmosphere flowed between the two.
After he finished speaking, his gaze fixated on her lips, and he suddenly pressed down forcefully, bringing his whole body closer, his invasive action carrying a sense of punishment.
Lyra's pupils dilated, overwhelmed with a sense of shame.
"What are you two doing?"