After divorce I am a billionaire

His deep blue pupils were flooded with smile and he stared at her with warmth.

Her face was turned to the side, and she did not look at him.

Being forced to put on his jacket, Lyra did not feel warm, but rather cold all over her body.

She took off her jacket and handed it back to him, "The banquet will start soon. You'll have to go on stage later after all. Put it on yourself. The hall is heated. I'm not cold." Anthony's eyes burned with surprise and delight as he looked at her, "So, you're, sort of, concerned about me?" She gently wrinkled her eyebrows. Her long eyelashes slightly drooped, covering the disgust and anger in her eyes. And she forced the jacket directly into his hands.

Anthony picked it up and dutifully put on his jacket.

That delicate and handsface had a smile, "That's nice. I'm more looking forward to our future life." Lyra pursed her lips and ignored him. Thinking about her plans for later, she secretly ground her back teeth.

The large banquet hall was filled with the nobles.

The violin musicians suddenly changed the tune. The lights suddenly becdimmed, and the hall was dimly lit, leaving only the red candles on the long table flickering.

The spotlight was turned on and all people focused on the spiral staircase.

Cayley Princess was standing on the highest step of the stairs. She was in a noble and elegant gold-encrusted gown. With a smile on her face, she waved her hand gracefully at the crowd in the hall.

Tonight this party was hosted by her and she was the only one protagonist.

As she appeared, applause and praise rang out one after another.

With people's flattering, she held the marble railing and slowly walked down the stairs.

The spotlight followed her all the way to the opposite side of the stage.

The microphone was placed in the middle of the high stage. Princess Cayley gently raised her hand, and all the noisy sounds of applause and exclaiming stopped abruptly.

Lyra watched absently. She quietly listened to Princess Cayley's speech and applauded along with the crowd occasionally.

"... Actually, the reason we're inviting everyone to enjoy ourselves tonight is that there's another big announcement to make." Princess Cayley's eyes shuttled around the crowd at the bottom and finally looked at Anthony and Lyra.

The spotlight moved to Lyra and Anthony as she looked on.

Anthony immediately took Lyra's hand.

Lyra reacted instinctively and tried to pull her hand out, but this the held her hand tightly, not giving her a chance to struggle.

Being watched by everyone, Lyra quickly found her senses. With a decent smile on her face, she turned her subconscious struggling into a shy and helpless nervousness.

The crowd voluntarily gave way to the middle of the red carpet, allowing Anthony to take Lyra, step by step, towards the high stage.

On the stage, Princess Cayley continued to announce: "My adopted son, Charles Lance, and Miss Lyra from Crana, will be married in seven days at Florence Cathedral!" Enthusiastic applause rang out.

Anthony let go of Lyra's hand and embraced Princess Cayley, showing the image of mother and son's love.

The fact that Princess Cayley was pregnant before engagement was hidden well by the royal family. Plus Princess Cayley was the only daughter of the current king, the most honored woman in European Swye.

Even if they could see ssimilarity between Anthony and Princess Cayley in appearance, they dared not doubt Anthony's true identity.

While everyone was praising Anthony's good fortune as an adopted son, Harrod was sitting around drinking alone.

At this time, all of the guested were attracted by the spotlight. No one saw his sullen face and the hidden anger in his eyes.

Caesar was next to him. With one hand on his cheek, Caesar stared mournfully at Lyra on stage and sighed silently.

On the stage.

Anthony finished hugging Princess Cayley, took the microphone from her, and continued with a flourish.

"I met Lyra more than ten years ago. | have loved her silently for more than ten years. Now I finally have the opportunity to turn to be her husband. | will love her for the rest of my life in the presence of everyone.” He turned his head, looked deeply at Lyra, and slowly reached out his hand toward her, "Come, cto me." Lyra stood still and quietly looked at him.

At this moment, all people were watching them.

The music in the hall stopped, and the envious voices of the noble ladies at the bottom reached Lyra's ears.

"This young lady is so beautiful. And Charles is handsome. What a perfect match!" "They have been in love for more than ten years. What kind of divine relationship is this? It's too sweet!" A perfect match? Ten years of love? Lyra sneered in her heart. Was Anthony's lie so touching that he believed it himself? "Lyra, don't be shy. Chere." His tone was gentle, and his exquisite and blue eyes were full of doting.

Lyra restrained herself from being aloof. She smiled as if to compromise, and slowly walked towards Anthony.

She stretched out her slender and fair hand and was about to put it in Anthony's hand.

But at the moment when she was about to touch him, her eyebrows furrowed and she covered her mouth with her hands, feeling unwell.

The microphone was close to her and the sound of her pregnancy vomiting was infinitely amplified.

Everyone in the large palace could hear it clearly.

Anthony's smile faded and his fingers froze instantly.

In front of everyone, Lyra was embarrassed and said, "I was going to wait until after the wedding, but the baby doesn't seem to allow..." The nausea in her stomach rose again, and she turned and ran off the stage, heading furiously to the bathroom.

Anthony's entire body was stunned in place.

Only he knew how sarcastic Lyra was in that statement! His eyes were red. His whole body stiffened, and he was stunned for a long time.

The nobles on the stage did not know the inside story. Looking at Anthony's dumbfounded expression, they thought he was too surprised.

Everyone was congratulating Princess Cayley and Anthony.

"Congratulations, Princess Cayley! You're about to have a grandchild!" "Mr. Charles and Miss Lyra are both so good looking. The little baby must be cute!" "Yes, yes! Princess Cayley, you're blessed. Congratulations to Princess Cayley! Congratulations to Mr. Charles!" Princess Cayley glanced at Anthony's expression and had a vague sense that something was wrong.

In the face of everyone's congratulations, she could only smile and cope with it, "Thank you for your congratulations." Anthony clenched his fists. His anger had almost dispelled his sanity.

Faced with so many people, he could only resist the urge to freak out on the spot and look stiffly at Princess Cayley, "Mother, I'm going to check on Lyra." Princess Cayley nodded her head.

After receiving the go-ahead, Anthony immediately ran off the stage and headed in the direction of the bathroom.

He had just reached the door when he saw Lyra standing outside the bathroom hallway, leaning against the wall, waiting calmly and leisurely for him to cover.

The light green dress she was wearing seemed to mock him silently and irritate his nerves mercilessly.

He was getting married and his bride was pregnant with someone else's child. How ridiculous he was! He glared angrily at Lyra. Without saying a word, he went straight up and grabbed her wrist, dragging her to his lounge.

Pushing the door, he slammed her viciously inside, and then locked the door.

Lyra couldn't handle the force of his rage and fell to the floor. Fortunately, the room was covered with thick carpet and she didn't get hurt from the fall.

Anthony's fists trembled, suppressing the anger and resentment within. Then he looked down at her askance.

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