After divorce I am a billionaire

Next day.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom were open.

In the winter morning, the fog was thick and the breeze blew in, freezing Lyra's face.

She rolled over and hugged Malcolm who was next to her.

Another crazy night had passed and she looked extraordinarily tired and completely awake.

The alarm clock on the bedside table went off.

Today was Melissa's big day for finishing filming, and Lyra had to get up early to go over and send her best wishes and a gift.

She mastered her sleepiness and got up to wash up.

Malcolm woke up after her. His long and curly eyelashes fluttered gently. His eyes were half-open, and his eyebrows gently furrowed.

The vision was dark and there was no light.

He didn't realize it, "Rara, did you close the window? It's a little dark in the room." Lyra was doing skincare in front of the makeup table. When she heard what he said, her hands stopped moving abruptly.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the large floor-to-ceiling window and wondered a bit, "No, the window is open.

What's wrong?" Malcolm felt downhearted abruptly.

Can't he see again? ...

How long will it take to recover this time? He replied in a calm and steady tone, not being flustered at all, "It's okay. Maybe | was a little tired last night. I'm still not awake. | need to sleep more." He closed his eyes and tucked himself in.

Lyra snickered and sat on the edge of the bed. Her palm gently rubbed his face, "You're yelling all day to have sex. It seems that even the fierce man get exhausted at times." Malcolm followed with a light smile on his lips, never opening his eyes, "Go ahead and get busy. No need to leavebreakfast.

I'll get up later and make it myself." "Great. I'll let you rest for two days. Recover and just do not always think about having sex!" Malcolm nodded, "Got it." Lyra cupped his face and kissed him before getting up to continue with her makeup.

It took Lyra ten minutes to apply a daily makeup.

Malcolm was still asleep when she packed up. Seemingly he was in a deep sleep. She didn't want to wake him up, lightened her steps and left the room.

All the way out of Lyre Spiti, Lyra took Eleven with her and had just reached the garage door when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.

"What's wrong?" Eleven wondered.

Lyra's expression was stony as she thought of Malcolm's words again when he had just woken up, "He's not right.” "Miss, who's not right?" Lyra couldn't answer him and turned around and raced back in the direction of Lyre Spiti.

"Mel!" She made her way upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.

Malcolm, who had been sleeping on the king-size bed, was gone, and the room was empty, with no one else.

Lyra was puzzled. How long had she been out and Malcolm was up? "Mel?" She shouted as she took her hand to test the bed. There was still residual warmth, so he just got up.

But the whole villa was extraordinarily quiet and no one answered.

Lyra searched every room, and Malcolm was nowhere to be seen.

He was out the door so soon? Then how cshe didn't see him on her way back? She immediately called Chad, "Malcolm went to work?" Chad was baffled, "No, I'm on my way over to Lyre Spiti." Lyra suddenly and inexplicably felt panicked, and a strong sense of unease overwhelmed her.

Not hearing her voice, Chad was also a little uneasy, "Miss Lyra, what's wrong?" "Malcolm he...seems to have disappeared ..." With these words, the people in Lyre Spiti panicked! Chad took Eleven and Twelve to try to look around the White Manor as unobtrusive as possible.

Lyra, Fifteen and Seventeen, checked the whole villa over and searched for a few more times.

They even checked the surveillance and the garage, but they still can not find the person.

Even the cell phone was turned off.

The group searched for almost an hour without alerting the rest of the White family, and with no clues.

Lyra's sense of unease grew stronger.

More than half of a year ago, the day after she learned of Melvin's death, she went back to Seaside Villa, and searched the villa inside and out in the sway, but saw no one.

She sat on the edge of the bed in dismay, with her slightly trembling fingertips signaling her inner panic.

On the room carpet, there were Malcolm's hslippers.

Lyra tightened her eyebrows. She didn't even wear shoes. Where could he go in such a cold day? And why was he hiding? She was incomparably manic inside, but she glanced at the closet's door, which was slightly open with a very small slit.

She was about to walk over and check when Chad cin, "Miss Lyra, we didn't find him. | asked the employee from White Corp. He is not there. He should still be at the White Manor." "Got it. You guys look around again. Check properly. We have to find him!" "Yes." When Chad left, Lyra walked gingerly to the closet door and tried not to make a sound to open it.

The man hid in the corner of the closet, bent knees and huddled himself into a ball. His hands were around his shoulders, clutching the sleeves of his nightgown.

It was Malcolm! Lyra was relieved to see the familiar handsface.

After searching for almost all the morning, he ended up hiding in the closet. What was the fuss? Lyra gently crouched down, did not startle him, but watched him carefully.

Because she noticed that Malcolm seemed to be completely oblivious to her presence.

The pair of formerly black eyes, now bechollow. When he looked somewhere, his eyes looked lax and aimless.

She suddenly had an extremely unsettling feeling and took her hand to Malcolm's eye and shook it tentatively.

Those pupils had no reaction, like a pool of stagnant water.

Lyra covered her mouth. Her eyes were indisputably red, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Malcolm ... was out of sight? She held back the choking feeling in her chest and carefully put her hand towards Malcolm, "Mel ..." Hearing her voice, and being touched by her hand, Malcolm shivered slightly and immediately put up his arm to shield his face from Lyra's eyes.

"How did that happen?" Lyra wiped away her tears, fought back a choked sob, and reached out to try to hug him, "Mel, don't be afraid. I'm here ..." Malcolm resisted, refusing to be embraced by her. He smiled lightly in self-deprecation, "You know it all now. Yes, I'm blind. | don't need anyone's pity. Get out!" Originally he thought that today would also be like the other days, that his vision would be slowly recovered. Therefore, he hid and stayed quiet for a while.

But this twas different.

He turned blind so quickly, and he didn't even have tto find a way out for himself and settle down with Lyra.

"Mel, I'm not leaving. I'm not going anywhere! | want to stay with you! How can | pity you? I love you more than you can imagine!" Lyra clutched his hand, desperately trying to give him a sense of security, "I will cure you. Believe me. You'll be fine! You'll be healthy and live a long life! We'll live a happy life as ordinary people!" Malcolm shook his head, "No way, Rara. | don't stand a chance.” The virus in his body spread.

He was completely blind, and it was expected that soon he will also be deaf as the virus ate away at the nerves of his brain little by little.

He really can't live through this winter.

Lyra held his cold face and repeated over and over again, "It's going to be okay! It's all going to be okay! We'll go to Doctor Y. If he can't do it., I'll call Micah back, and Micah will be able to cure you." "Mel, if your eyes don't heal, letbe your eyes. I'll marry you and have slively and lovely babies with you!" "I will never, ever abandon you!" MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1