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It was the first tfor Rebecca to see such a shameless man and she was so shocked that she couldn't say a word.

Lyra was beside her with laughter.

Rebecca had always been spoiled by the family. She did not expect Rebecca would suffer loss in the hands of Melvin.

"Lyra..." she pouted and looked at Lyra. Her eyes were watery. She wanted to continue her accusation but was afraid she was not better than a man in terms of pretending.

Lyra's expression grew serious as she looked at her, "Rebecca, whether he say it or not, he can only do what I tell him to do. Is it too much to ask you live here with me, eat what | have and use what | have, and try to beat up my people?” Rebecca was confused.

Lyra continued, "This is not your family, and while | treat you like a sister, | won't spoil you." "Lyra..." "I'm going to make a trip to Suham tomorrow. I'll buy you a ticket and cwiththen." "Ah! I'm leaving tomorrow. | haven't had enough fun at your place for three days yet! Lyra~" Lyra ignored her pouting.

What else? Instead of taking her back to the Callahan family, should she leave her at the Seaside Villa for two days alone with Melvin? "You have been out for sdays. It's tfor you to go back.” Lyra nudged her shoulder, being a little offended, "Go upstairs and change your clothes before you cdown! Cout in a nightgown. Who are you trying to tempt?" Rebecca pouted and went upstairs reluctantly.

Only when she was gone did Lyra turn back to Melvin.

He seemed happy, even his eyebrows were tinged with joy.

Lyra glared at him with a sneer, "Doesn't she look good in a nightgown?" Melvin innocently raised his hands in surrender, "I was wronged! | didn't even notice what color she was wearing. And, in my eyes, you have the best body, | only like to look at you." It was so nauseating! Lyra didn't like to hear these words and changed the subject, "Aren't you bored with comparing pampering with a twenty-year-old girl?" And she pointed to the broken glass on the ground, "My crystal glass. You dropped it. You have to pay for it." Melvin looked at her dotingly, "Okay, I'll pay for it. Is ten times enough?" "Barely." Lyra raised her eyebrows and sounded a little arrogant.

Melvin looked at her bright and delicate face and reflected that smile into his heart.

There was an impulse to take her into his arms and never let go.

But he ... may not have that opportunity.

After breakfast, Lyra had a rare day off from work and spent the rest of the day at home, making arrangements to go to Suham tomorrow.

She just sat in the living room couch, watching the TV while arranging business with her phone.

Melvin washed the fruit and sat on the small couch next to her, quietly helping her peel the apples.

And Rebecca asked Eleven and a few bodyguards to make a swing in the yard.

Peaceful and quiet days always passed quickly.

The next day, Lyra and Rebecca packed their luggage and Melvin helped Lyra carry her suitcase downstairs, while Rebecca's was carried by Twelve.

Keith did not feel at ease and also had to follow her back to Suham, and they met at the airport.

Melvin asked for a ride to the airport, but Lyra didn't agree.

"When I'm in Suham, you do not need to go to the group. There is Jackie. It should not be a big problem. You stay in the villa for two days. | let Fifteen, Seventeen, Nineteen stay at the villa." "You have to go for two days, or take two more people, just leave Nineteen in the villa. I'm not going anywhere. | don't need so many people watching, not to mention that with my talent, | can go wherever | want to go. Even if they fight together, they can not stop me." Lyra thought about it and though it was right, so she left only Nineteen behind.

Rebecca was already sitting in the car waiting. Her face was sullen. Lyra finished the arrangement and went to open the door.

Her wrist was once again held by Melvin.

"What are you doing ..." Before she could finish her words, she was pulled into Melvin's arms.

"Be careful on the road, and remember to eat well on your trip." "Hmm." Lyra's tone was light, with little expression.

But it was just a two-day trip. It was not a parting. Why so pretentious to make it so sad? But she didn't say anything to ridicule Melvin. She let go of his embrace and opened the car door to get in.

As the car started, Melvin was still standing in place. He stared in the direction the car was moving away.

Nineteen stood right next to him and stared at his focused expression for several times before reminding, "Mr. Melvin, the lady has left. It's winter and it's cold outside. You're still injured. Please go back." Melvin didn't say a word and didn't move.

Nineteen could not persuade him, so he went in first.

Lyra met up with Keith at the airport and soon boarded the plane together.

Keith brought a small blanket to help her put it on, and Lyra didn't refuse. She was always looking out the plane window.

She didn't know why but she felt restless as soon as she got on the plane, and her eyelids twitched.

Keith also sensed that she was not feeling well and handed her the medicine, "Maybe it's been a long tsince we haven't been back to Suham. This twe cback quietly. You always have something on your mind." Lyra couldn't figure out why she was flustered, "Maybe." Frayton was far from Suham, and by the tthey got off the plane, it was almost evening.

Lyra first arranged for Rebecca to return to the Callahan family and then went to stay at Keith's villa in Suham, as it was close to Cenmann Manor where Vincent lived.

She had a meeting with Keith and Eleven and the guys to arrange the plan for tomorrow and it talked for hours.

After the arrangements were made, she lazily rubbed her shoulders.

Now, she just waited for tomorrow! After washing up, she went to bed in her room. Perhaps being tired from the trip, she soon fell asleep.

Sleeping, however, was restless.

She had a very strange dream that the surrounding fire was crackling and the buildings were burning.

There was a tall man standing in the fire, covered in blood and bruises all over, but always dignified and proud.

Although the man's back was to her, it was somewhat familiar.

Until the man stumbled and turned around, the firelight made his handsface clearly visible.

Was it Melvin? His face was covered in blood, and the blood was even spilling out of the corners of his mouth.

Those dark eyes were filled with mourning and hurt.

He was covered in blood as if he had just gone through a bitter battle and fell to his knees in weakness.

"Lyra, Lyra..." Lyra woke up from a deep sleep, only to realize it was just a nightmare.

Sh took the phone and look at the time. Why she woke up at 2:00 am? She sat stone-faced on the bed, still recalling the images from the dream she had just had.

In the dream, Melvin's black eyes were desperate and resigned to shouting her nover and over again ...

How can it be so real? She was really upset and couldn't sleep, so she took her cell phone and called Melvin.

The phone was reached, but there was no answer for a long time.

Why didn't he pick it up? Lyra was getting flustered, and when the phone was automatically hung up because no one answered for a long time, she continued to call.

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