After divorce I am a billionaire

In the bedroom.

Malcolm waited for a long time, but never saw Lyra come upstairs with the pill box.

"Rara?" The lights were on downstairs, but no one answered.

He was full of suspicion. He went out of bed, put on slippers and went downstairs to check.

As he just went downstairs, he turned his head and saw Lyra standing in front of the drawer, holding a pack of cigarettes in her hand and examining it carefully.

The drawer in the corner was open and full of cigarettes.

His heart throbbed.

In a flash, his handsome face went wan a little bit.

Chad told him the location of the drawer just this afternoon before leaving, but he was busy in the remote meeting and did not have time to personally open the ...

Damn, Rara never rummaged the drawer. He was so unlucky today and happened to be caught? And, Chad actually bought so many!!! His back stiffened and he was incomparably manic inside.

Lyra saw his reaction, took a pack of cigarettes, turned around, walked to the couch and sat down. Her face was expressionless and she looked cold.

"Explain?" Malcolm was still standing at the stairway. He was not moving but denying without blushing, "This is not mine. | never smoke this brand of cigarettes. It should be Chad." Lyra was amused by what he said, gazed into his eyes, and smiled.

"You mean Chad keeps his cigarettes in your villa, your living room, your drawers? What is his purpose? To lure you into smoking together with him?" Malcolm fell silent, his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, his long eyelashes twitched and his mind was whirling.

"What are you thinking?" Lyra stared at him intently. The raging storm was hidden in her eyes and her tone gradually went colder, "Thinking of how to justify yourself and muddle me through?" Snap! She pressed the cigarette pack in her hand on the table as her rage grew.

Malcolm, with this sudden and loud sound, subconsciously knelt down.

He lowered his eyes. Adhering to the principles of "severe punishment to resister; to tell the truth and to receive a lighter sentence", his black eyes looked resigned and honest.

"I was wrong! Listen to my explanation!" Lyra's cold eyes lifted slightly.

Just as he knelt, a muffled thud came from his knees. Lyra heard it. And under his knees was the cold marble tiles.

Her heart shrank with pain and she looked again at the cigarette pack on the table before resisting the urge to help him and massage his knees.

Pointing to the fluffy carpet at her feet, she said, "Come here." As he knelt just now, Malcolm's knees were already painful.

As he got up, he stumbled and his brows furrowed lightly.

He quickly hid the pain before slowly walking towards Lyra.

Lyra was watching him and noticed his expression.

Just as Malcolm was about to kneel down, Lyra spoke, "Military gesture, squat.” Hmm? Squat? Malcolm froze for two seconds, not moving.

Lyra looked at him and said coldly, "Didn't you hear me? Do | need to repeat myself?" "I hear you." He immediately assumed the most standard military gesture, squatting with one knee on the ground. His fingers were close together and his back was straight.

In this gesture, it looked like he was righteous and proud.

Because he had been caught doing something bad, he appeared to be less confident and overwhelmed by Lyra's strong aura.

Lyra looked at the cigarette pack on the table, "I'l give you the last chance to explain. Think it through before you do." Malcolm nodded very cleverly, "I cherish it." His mind began to wording and he made a confession, "The cigarettes are indeed mine. | asked Chad to buy them, but | didn't want to smoke them." The anger in Lyra’s chest continued to roll over.

She took a deep breath and held it back, "Still not telling the truth? It seems you have done it many times behind my back.

Explain to me. How many times have you smoked?" Malcolm was wronged, "It was only this afternoon when | instructed Chad. And you caught me in the evening. | really didn't." Lyra once again suppressed her anger, picked up the cigarette pack on the table again, opened it, and showed it to him.

"When | came over, the drawer was open as if it has just been opened today. And someone forgot to close it tightly in a panic.

Moreover, the top pack of cigarette obviously missed one. Do you still want to deny?" Malcolm was lost in words.

So this was how it was discovered! And, Chad even put the pack of cigarettes he had used today in the drawer.

He was so careless. Did Chad want to harm him? He resisted the urge to kill Chad immediately and consciously turned his squatting position into a kneeling position.

"| used a cigarette today, but | just smelled it. | didn't even use the lighter. If you don't believe me, you can smell my body. The you can know if I didn't smoke or not!" Lyra's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly and she sneered, "After you smoke, take a shower and change your clothes. Of course, | can't smell it." She didn't believe it at all...

Malcolm's chest was clogged. The outer corners of his eyes were red with grievance, and his fingers carefully grasped her cuffs, as if he could find a trace of comfort in this way.

"Rara, you said last time we should trust each other. I'm telling the truth, so just trust me this time, okay?" "Then you just denied the cigarettes weren't yours, so which one should | believe?" Malcolm was dumbfounded. He was misled by Chad and his own fluke just now! He bit his lower lip hard. He couldn't a word and felt extremely bad.

Lyra quickly noticed the watery in his dark eyes, as if he had suffered a great deal of grievance, and was pitiful and helpless.

His lower lip was bitten hard and there was a row of shallow blood mark.

"Don't bite your lip!" She immediately pinched his cheek, forcing him to open his mouth.

He lowered his head despondently, looking gloomy. The red blood marks on his thin lip were particularly obvious, which was so miserable.

"You made a mistake and you feel aggrieved?" Lyra sighed and felt sorry for him in the end. She leaned down and kissed his lips. The tip of her tongue gently helped him dispel the pain in his lips.

The taste of blood permeated her mouth.

After the kiss, Lyra continued to pinch his face, was close to his eyes, and chose to forgive him, "Since you insist you didn't smoke, then the cigarette you have used should still be there. You find it and I will believe you." There was finally a light in Malcolm's dark eyes, "Good! It's in the study at..." His words came to an abrupt halt.

Shit! He had Chad pack up the cigarette and throw it away with the trash bag. Now how could he find it!? Lyra pinched his face with more strength, "Where is it?" "I throw it in the trash and it got taken away by Chad when he left..." Lyra raised her eyebrows, "Such a coincidence?" What a coincidence! No one would believe anything he said now! Malcolm's heart was frantic. His dark eyes were watery as he stared at Lyra, "No physical evidence, but I still have testimony of a witness. I'll let Chad prove my innocence!" Lyra gave him a condescending look and let go his jaw as an acquiescence.

A minute later, Chad's call got through.

Without waiting for Chad on the other end of the line to speak, Malcolm grew tyrannical and gritted his teeth, "You have fifteen minutes to get your ass over here right now!" mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1