After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra was shocked.

Malcolm was so shrewd! She mulled over how she was going to muddle through while letting him pull and take her back to the master bedroom.

Just as she sat down on the edge of the bed, Malcolm approached her and his bony fingers reached out to unzip her jeans.

Lyra stared at him incredulously, "Is this your way of trying to strip me and have my injuries examined?" "Or what? Show me your calves, thighs and ass." He could not rest assured until he could confirm with his own eyes that she was safe and sound! Lyra grabbed the front of her pants and moved her ass back and away from him.

She braced herself, accusing him, "Malcolm, pervert! | don't believe you're just trying to check my injuries. You're sick and you're not being honest. So beatable!" Malcolm really didn't think about that this time, and all his thoughts were on whether Lyra had been beaten up.

"No, not to mention | have seen your whole body. What's wrong if | see it? Are you afraid of being found out?" Lyra eyebrows tightened. It seemed that he would nit give up until he saw it? She bit her lower lip, and her eyes were written with sorrow, as if she was hurt by his words.

"Why do | have to be afraid of it? | just said Collin didn't give me a hard time, and you don't believe me!" The more she said, the angrier she became. She pounced and pinned him down on the bed, then straddled him and wrapped her arms around his wrists so he couldn't move.

To be honest, she liked Malcolm in his weakened state.

He was easy to be pounced and molested. She just wanted to bully him! It could allow her to instantly gain an absolute advantage.

"You're bold enough to doubt me? Is your trust in me that weak? Think about yesterday again, how many things you said that hurt me, but I trusted you so much that | didn't get pissed off by you. But what about you? Just a little thing, how dare you suspect me ?!" Malcolm was so shocked by her count that his already pale face turned much paler.

He just didn't trust Collin.

But he couldn't stand the hurt look in Lyra's eyes, and her questioning tone.

He was especially ashamed of what happened yesterday, and was so disliked that he was completely at a loss for words to explain his insistence on seeing her injury.

His thought was distracted completely by Lyra's words.

He couldn't argue with her, and he could only purse his lips and look depressed. His eyelashes were gently trembling, with his head lowered helplessly in weak spirit.

Lyra's fair fingers moved to his pale cheeks, soothing his melancholy mood and resisting the urge to laugh inwardly. Then she said in a serious tone.

"If you know how to admit your mistake, I'll forgive you and kiss you again as a reward. But if you don't admit your mistakes I'll serve you with the family rules, so Mel, do you know you made a mistake?" Malcolm's tone was shifted to aggravation, "Yes." "What is it?" "Don't trust you, and doubt you." "So are you going to keep pulling my pants?" He shook his head obediently.

"So good!" Lyra was satisfied. Although she did not show it on her face, she was laughing wildly in her heart.

The delicate and weak Mel was too easy to be bullied! She can't get enough of it! She made good on her earlier words and leaned in to kiss his thin lips.

Their tongues intertwined.

Malcolm indulged in her kissing and was unable to stop himself.

His soul was almost hooked by this little angel. He didn't have the sense to think about whether he was set up by her.

His breathing was becoming more and more rapid, and it felt like it was coming! Just when his hands were restless and about to break through the defenses, Lyra ended the kiss just in time.

"Rara ..." Malcolm was depressed.

He wanted to have her so badly, but he couldn't.

Well, he was so uncomfortable! Lyra saw the meaning in his eyes and sounded resolute, "No! It's for your health. When you're better, you can do whatever you want." Malcolm's eyes lowered and he didn't say anything.

For his illness, it was estimated that he would not be able to get well. He couldn't have sex with her in the future? "Before | die, you can let me have sex with you, so | can at least feel satisfactory in the heaven.” Lyra suddenly tightened her eyebrows, pinched his cheek, which was not hard, and said: "Never mention the words ‘dead or die" again! With me around, you'll not give up hope of living at any time. Do you hear me clearly?" REST Malcolm answered in a low voice. He was the most aware of his physical condition, but he didn't want to worry Lyra.

Lyra sensed his perfunctoriness, and pinched his cheek with much force, "Louder, | didn't hear you!" "Got it." Lyra then let go and helped him massage the cheek she had just pinched.

She was distracted.

She remembered about Anthony. Although she didn't know whether Anthony's words were true or not, that was the only breakthrough so far, and she could only choose to believe Anthony for once first.

But if it was true, should she agree Anthony's last two conditions...

The more she thought about it, the more complicated her feelings became.

To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings with Malcolm in the future because of this incident, she cupped Malcolm's face with both hands and spoke in a deliberate tone, "Mel, we are the ones who should trust each other the most. So no matter what happens in the future, you have to trust me unconditionally and believe in me. Can you promise me that?" Malcolm locked eyes with her and, without hesitation, nodded seriously, "I will." Lyra nuzzled his forehead contentedly, "Did you take your nighttime medication?" Malcolm immediately frowned and shook his head.

"Be good and wait." Lyra got off of him, rolled out of bed, and went out of the room.

A minute later, she brought a glass of warm water, took Malcolm's pill box, and reentered the room.

Malcolm's dark eyes were bleak, and he looked with great displeasure at the dozen or so colorful pills she had picked out.

Anyway, it was not much use to eat, and it was bitter.

He didn't like it.

"I'm quite full at the moment. | don't really want to drink water, so why don't | eat later?" Lyra saw his intention to get away with it and stood still, with her hand forward and eyes firm, "Behave well and take your medicine.” Malcolm shook his head and circled her waist regardless, rubbing his head in her arms and murmuring, "I really don't want to eat Lyra sulked.

He even threw a tantrum. Did he take his body seriously? "Must eat it!" The tone was stern.

Malcolm tightened his grips around her waist.

He was scolded by her so he raised his face to stare at her. His sickly face looked very vulnerable.

Lyra sighed.

In terms of playing the pity game, she seemed far worse than Malcolm.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, resisting the urge to simply and brutally bundle him up and stuff the pills into his mouth.

She kept reminding herself that he was a patient now! Be gentle! Be patient! "And what do | do for you to take the medication?" She smoothed her tone and smiled with a brow arched.

Malcolm thought for a moment, looking at her innocently, "To be fed by you." "This is no problem! Here, I'll feed you. Take a sip of water first." Malcolm's brows furrowed and he shook his head, ducking his head to the side and refusing the water she brought to his lips.

Lyra's hand with the glass of water tightened and once again admonished herself that he was a patient!!! "Still not taking? Then how do you want to be fed?" The corners of Malcolm's mouth quietly curled up in a wicked smile, "You're not sincere. Feed me with your mouth.” Lyra: "?"