After divorce I am a billionaire

Three hours later.

Lyra finally made it back to Lyre Spiti in the late afternoon when it was dark outside.

As soon as she pushed open the door, Malcolm saw that she was holding mangy bags that was taller than her when they were piled up.

"You're ... shopping or robbing the mall?" Lyra smiled awkwardly, "You know girls. When they encounter the mall sale, buy one get one free, buy two get three or something, we're always defenseless. It's quite cheap, so | bought them all.” Malcolm was slightly stunned and broke her lie, "You're not short of money. Why do you care about those silly little discounts at the mall?" "Nonsense! Who will be annoyed by having too much money? If | can buy it at a low price, why buy it at the original price? It's not like I'm stupid and have too much money!" Malcolm was very impressed, "Rara, you're careful with your money! In the future, you will be a good and frugal wife!" Lyra was amused by his serious look.

"Well, don't be joking. Come and help me unpack the bags. | bought a lot of winter clothes for you." He looked incredulously at the pile of exquisite shopping bags and his whole body froze.

"You bought them for me?" Lyra raised an eyebrow and made bullshit while she was not blushed, "In fact ... most of them are buy one get one free, and the whole 50% off. | have not seen you wear this style much. So | bought too many accidentally.” As she spoke, she took a light gray sweater from one of the shopping bags and handed it to him.

"Here, try it on and see if it fits." Malcolm's brows knitted and his eyes refused to look at the sweater in her hand, "I never wear this stuff in winter, especially with a turtleneck!" "That was before. You have me in the future so you must wear it. To keep warm is the main thing to do. You have a good body shape. You always look good no matter what you wear." She took the sweater and nudged it towards his strong waist, "Behave well and change it. It's the first time | personally bought clothes for a man. You dare to dislike it?" Although she was smiling, her words were clearly implying a threat.

Malcolm sighed and immediately took it. He quickly took off his suit and shirt and changed into that woolen sweater with good grace.

Lyra then handed him another dark gray tweed coat.

He dared not refuse and obediently put it on once again.

Then Lyra personally helped him wrap the new scarf she had bought.

Malcolm, who had taken off the suit, looked less overbearing but become a little approachable with some artistic temperament.

As for his face, his eyebrows were too delicate and he was too handsome to resemble an ordinary young man.

Lyra was so satisfied that she cupped his handsome face in a doting manner.

"It's so nice. Mel, you should wear more like this in the future. You always wear a suit and bow tie. I'm tired of seeing it." Malcolm lowered his head, surveyed his outfit, suddenly remembered something and felt a little fearful.

"Rara you wouldn't ... have bought me a down jacket, would you?" For that kind of thick clothes that made people look like a dumpling, he will not wear unless he died! However, he was manic thinking about this when he saw Lyra unpacking other shopping bags.

She took out two long down jackets like fermented bread from inside. Both were black, just different version.

Lyra said, "Mel, you really know me well. Not only there are down jackets, there are several sets of long johns, thick cotton pants, thick cotton socks, yes! And two black fur coats. This is super warm, suitable for the coldest time when the snow ..." Her little mouth kept talking, but Malcolm looked as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue, and his face turned wan.

Long johns, thick pants and down jacket were his nightmare! He wouldn't wear it! Not even he was dead! Never! However, he overestimated his limit, because Lyra said, "Come on, Mel. | bought all these clothes set by set, so wear them all for me tonight. | want to take pictures!" Malcolm was once again struck by a bolt from the blue! Not only did he have to wear it, but he had to be photographed by her! This was worse than killing him! His chest suffocated and he stared viciously at the pile of shopping bags, gritting his teeth, "Are you trying to challenge my limit?" Lyra sat down on the sofa, folded her arms and gently crossed her long legs.

She still looked elegant and haughty.

Her slender fingers nudged his arm, raising her eyebrows to gaze at him, "I'm challenging your limit, so are you wearing it or not?" Malcolm looked at her coldly.

After a minute of stalemate.

Malcolm was defeated.

"I must wear it! Must! In front of you, | don't have limit." His thin lips pursed up. He smiled and said in a soft voice, "You bought them yourself for me after all. It's my honor!" Lyra snickered, got up and rewarded him with a kiss, then took his hand and took the pile of new winter clothes back to the bedroom.

She turned on the heat in the bedroom.

She sat on the edge of the bed with her camera, quietly watching Malcolm's undressing show. And then she took so many pictures about his bitter and cold expression.

The process was torturous for Malcolm.

But for Lyra, it was pleasurable.

She can recklessly admire his handsome face and perfect body. Like a satyr, she gently pinched his abs from time to time.

Almost half an hour later.

Malcolm finally finished trying on the pile of clothes that Lyra had bought.

Lyra was leisurely sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed and flipping through the photos taken just now. She looked extraordinarily focused, with a glow of joy in her eyes.

Her shoulder was pinned by his chin. Malcolm wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He was weary.

"Rara, with the down jacket on and the cotton pants on. I've worked so hard. Can | have a little reward tonight?" His voice was soft, which made her feel tender.

Lyra put the camera down and turned to hold his shoulders, letting him lean into her arms with his head resting on her shoulder.

His fingers gently hooked the corner of her silk coat. His spirit was weak and he was really tired.

Lyra softened her voice, "What other rewards do you want?" He was pleased and ready to speak when Lyra added in advance.

"Other than sleeping with you." Malcolm instantly blushed, "You know all | want is..." "You have to listen to me." Lyra stroked his face and kissed his brow.

He grunted in a small voice and sulked in silence.

Lyra did not pacify him as she usually did this time.

Rather, to hide her emotion in her eyes, she said seriously, "I may be a little busy recently in Angle Group. Maybe | can not make video calls to supervise your medication at noon. Maybe I'll come back a little later. Maybe ..." Malcolm looked up at her, "Maybe what?" She pursed her lips and smiled, "Nothing, it's late. Can you rest early?" Malcolm hugged her waist and refused to let go, wrinkling his brows in grievance, "You haven't delivered the reward you promised me! | can't sleep!" "What do you want?" He thought seriously, covered the sly shimmer in his dark eyes, and rubbed his body weakly against her neck.

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