"Lyra." Morris Jackson called her.
Lyra stepped forward and looked at him as he said, "Stay by my side later, don't run around."
Why did he always treat her like a child?
She nodded, "I know, I won't run around."
Morris Jackson also asked Ivan to watch her closely.
Ivan nodded, "Mr. Jackson, rest assured, I'll take good care of Miss Lyra."
Even so, Morris didn't seem totally reassured, giving her a deep look that made her inexplicably weak in the knees. She quickly averted her eyes.
When there were many people around, Lyra stood behind Morris, like an inconspicuous little assistant. But why was she inconspicuous? Because her appearance was dazzling, impossible to ignore.
The attention paid to her made someone unhappy.
"Lyra."
Lyra thought: Why is he calling her again?
He was either calling her or on his way to call her, and he seemed to really like saying her name, even though he didn't use to call her by name...
"I'm here." She obediently replied.
