After divorce I am a billionaire

Through the ghostly face, Lyra saw the intense aggressiveness in his dark eyes, as threatening as a hawk, and her heart throbbed.

Malcolm rubbed the tip of her nose with his directly in front of all the people who caround.

Then in a voice only two people could hear, "Rara don't blme. You wouldn't listen to my explanation, so | had to resort to this." "You..." Without waiting for her to continue, Malcolm's thin lips cright up and kissed her precisely on the mouth.

Lyra did not move. Originally she just wanted to cooperate with him in front of everyone, but ended up being brought in emotionally by his kiss. She forgot to close her eyes and their breathing intertwined.

The two kissed deeply right at the entrance of the banquet hall.

The scene instantly resounded with shouts of surprise.

Many people took out their cell phones to take pictures.

Because it was a charity party, and there were stars invited and many media.

The flashes were quickly put in place to capture this epic moment.

Many celebrities were dying of jealousy! "They are so sweet! Mr. Malcolm is so dominant. They're so matched!" "Wow! Hug and kiss. That's too romantic. Why don't | have a fiancé like Mr. Malcolm!" "This picture is too good. This charity party is for displays of affection?!" "Ahh! So envious. God please givesuch a sweet boyfriend too!" Cody waited in the hall for a long tand didn't see Lyra cback from the bathroom. He cout to look for her just in tto see this scene.

He gazed at Lyra's mouth which was kissed by Malcolm, and almost fainted on the spot.

So excessive! Ethel had just cout of the garden path. Her dress was dirty and she was going to change into another dress in the business car when she saw the scene.

But as she stood on the path, no one saw the sarcastic smile on her face in the dim light.

Midst the chatter of the crowd, which was either envious or jealous, Malcolm and Lyra ended the long kiss.

Malcolm's mouth was stained with Lyra's lipstick. The bright lipstick stain and the silvery gray ghost face formed a strong contrast.

In front of so many people, Lyra used her thumb to help him wipe off her lipstick marks and maintain his image.

Malcolm was content with her movements and his arms held her tighter, "Con. Let's go home!" The media and the crowd made a conscious effort to get out of the way, with all the cameras clicking around the two.

Lyra didn't like being surrounded by such strange people and shyly buried her whole face into Malcolm's chest, making her look extra birdlike tonight.

That night, Corey's cheating news was overtaken.

A photo of Malcolm and Lyra kissing at a charity gala quickly occupied all the headlines.

The two were known as the sweetest unmarried couple in the luxury families.

The fans who liked them because of their good looks and sweet love quickly rallied online and shouted.

Get married! Get married! And at that moment, the two people at the center of the conversation just got out of the car and went back to the White Manor, one after the other.

Malcolm lowered his head and silently followed Lyra into the room. The domineering look he had at the charity party had disappeared and his dark eyes stared nervously at her slim back.

Lyra entered the house and sat down on the edge of the bed and started playing on her phone, just pretending that he was air.

Malcolm, still thinking that he had a chance, sat down next to the bed, touched her wrist and began to explain to himself.

"I was wrong, but | really kept my distance from her. When you bumped into her, it was her who broke her foot. After all, she was the female companion | brought and the spokesperson of Rosie's project. | couldn't let her fall, so | helped her." Lyra's face was expressionless, still on her phone, completely ignoring him.

Malcolm continued, "I didn't know she would plot againstand climb on my arm. | was the one who was set up by her!" After these words, he instantly felt the anger from Lyra's body.

He hastily changed the subject, "I say this and it is not to shirk responsibility. | failed the things | promised you. It is my problem.

My skill to discriminate bitches is not mature enough. | will quickly practice to perfection. It will not happen again!" "And tonight in front of the ballroom, without your permission, kissing you and hugging you. It's because you refused to listen to my explanation. For the sake of the headlines, for the benefit of the Lloyd family and White family stock, please don't be angry, okay?" The anger in Lyra's body did not diminish, and her face grew appallingly cold.

Seeing that she was not listening, Malcolm's chest tightened and his eyes lowered in gloom.

She seemed to be angry with him. He thought he was lucky enough not to get beaten up ...

He got up and went to the bedside table, opened the first drawer, took the whip out of it and handed it to Lyra.

"Here, your family rule.” Lyra didn't take it, and Malcolm simply shoved the whip into her hand.

"Although | have thrown away the suit and gloves touched by that woman, if you still mind it, beatup with this to take out the anger. Even if it ruins my arms, | absolutely will not say a word." Lyra remained silent and continued to look at her phone.

Malcolm stood quietly for a moment, and when she didn't respond, he turned around and opened the closet again, took out the fine washboard that Lyra had custom-made for him, and put it on the carpet next to the bed.

Then he pulled up the legs of his suit pants, revealing his bruised knee by the board.

Although Lyra was looking at her phone, her eyes were quietly glancing at his every movement, and she coldly noticed that he was pulling up his trouser legs, and her cold eyes subconsciously looked at his knees.

However, when she saw the injury on his knees, Lyra's pupils dilated.

Seeing that he was about to fall on his knees, Lyra reached out to stop him.

Her intention was actually to feel sorry for him, but she opened her mouth angrily.

"Why are you pulling up your pant legs? You want to showyour knees on purpose? You're trying to play a bitter game, right?" Malcolm's lips curled up in bitterness, "No, | just thought it would hurt more to kneel with my pant legs up." Lyra's anger grew even more, "Like to be abused? The more it hurts, the better you feel, right?" "Not like that." He wrinkled his brows. His dark eyes very aggravated, "I just think if you seeso painful, you can ruthlessly vent your anger.

After all, anger hurts your body. | hope your anger can ben subsided faster.” Lyra was very uncomfortable by his words.

The words that Ethel said at her office door during the day suddenly and inexplicably cinto her mind.

"Miss Lloyd, don't you think you've been cruel to Mr. Malcolm? You actually only love yourself. You are not good to him at all..." Was it true that all this tshe had been overly critical of Malcolm because he had spoiled her to no end? She sighed and her tone was much gentler, "Sit down and letlook at the knee injury.” Malcolm noticed the pain in her eyes, and the corners of his mouth quietly rose, allowing her to pull himself to the edge of the bed to examine his injuries.

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