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Malcolm looked up and saw her, with his dark eyes shining with delight.

After a while, he lowered his eyes, "Will it be appropriate to get the certificate now? If others know it, there will be gossip." "Let's do the hidden marriage first. No one will know it. Besides, we have to make ourselves happy first. We're not doing this for others.” Malcolm thought deeply for a moment, and his eyes looked elated again.

"You're right. We have to make ourselves happy first." He lowered his eyes and smiled cunningly, "Tomorrow is also a good day. Why don't we go to get a license in the morning tomorrow?" Lyra flicked him on the forehead, "Okay, it's up to you." Malcolm crouched in front of her. Learning the happy news that he would be her real husband tomorrow, he wrapped his arms around her calves and rested his head on her thighs.

Lyra stroked the back of his head.

On the bedside table, Lyra's cell phone suddenly rang.

It was Twelve.

A phone call at this time of night was bound to be no good.

After she answered the phone, she found it was not Twelve's voice.

The man's voice was breathy, like he had just finished exercising.

"Miss Lyra, | am Mr. Malcolm's person. My code name is Wine. Because Mr. Malcolm didn't answer my phone, | can only use your family bodyguard's phone to contact you and Mr. Malcolm.” Lyra turned on the speakerphone, and Malcolm could hear it clearly.

He got up to get his cell phone, only to find that his phone was muted, with a dozen missed calls in a row all from Wine.

The two looked at each other and they instantly became serious.

The guy Malcolm sent to keep an eye on Ethel in the dark actually called her on Twelve's cell phone, which meant something had happened! "What's going on?" She asked in a calm tone.

Wine quickly reported the whole thing to Lyra and Malcolm.

Lyra, who had listened carefully, did not have much expression and calmly arranged.

"Although the river is torrential, Ethel is not badly injured. She can not run far. I'll transfer the people of Darkbell tonight to go over and salvage with you. | need to see her, dead or alive." "Yes, Miss Lyra." Hanging up the phone, the air in the room resumed its grimness.

Lyra looked at the raindrops on the window glass and sneered, "She's still not at all restless. She's running away from all this." "Mel, do you think this has anything to do with Collin?" Malcolm was slightly stunned, "Collin has been kneeling at the hall lately reading the Buddhist Scriptures. He hasn't bothered with this woman since the day you sent Ethel away." She didn't say anything and fell into deep thought.

Malcolm walked over to her and carried her to the bathroom.

He said with a low and magnetic voice, "Rara, don't think about it. Everything has to wait until we get her. H ow about taking a bath together tonight and we'll get the license tomorrow?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned lazily against his chest, frowning and refusing, "I'm so tired today. | don't have the strength to shower." Malcolm lowered his head and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "During my recession, you helped me to take shower. From now on, | will help you too." "You mean that day?" She teased and smiled badly, "I remember that day, you were so restless and used all your strength to seduce me. Fortunately | was strong-minded, did you miss it?" Malcolm's back stiffened slightly.

These were dark pasts that cannot be mentioned or known by anyone other than Rara.

He did not say anything, but Lyra was restlessly close to his ear and blew cool air into his ear. Her soft voice sounded seductive to the extreme, and she was smiling badly.

"Mel, do you want to try it today and see how your willpower is?" Malcolm was stunned and a little depressed, "Rara, men can't stand teasing. You're playing with fire." As he spoke, he carefully placed Lyra on the toilet lid in the dry area of the bathroom, then went inside the bathroom and refilled the tub.

Lyra nuzzled, and was not too happy, "You say, men can't stand teasing. Does that mean that if there is another woman, it will be just as same?" Malcolm walked up to her and resumed his crouch.

He grabbed her hand and put it between his legs so that she could feel his "true heart" "up close".

"Rara, I'm immune to other women." "Here, it only works on you, and it is too sensitive to you to forbid any teasing." "Even if just a touch, do you feel it?" Lyra pursed her lips, blushed slightly, and nodded.

"Well, it seems to be saying that it wants to eat me." Malcolm's long eyelashes lifted and his dark eyes were deep as he stared at her expectantly, "So Rara, can you be eaten tonight?" She looked down to her stomach and gently pointed to it, asking, "What do you think?" Malcolm lowered his long eyelashes again and sighed.

"So Rara, stop messing with me tonight and take a bath." The water in the bathtub was ready. He carefully tested the water temperature, take a bath ball which was special for pregnant women, throw it into the water, and stirred some small bubbles.

Then he turned back to the bathroom's dry area, gently removed her clothes and reverently squatted on one knee to help her take off her underpants.

Lyra didn't move, letting him fiddle with her as if she was a beautiful and delicate doll.

He picked her up, gently put her in the water, turned his head and began to strip himself.

He took his clothes off with his back to her. Was he shy? When she was about to drag his waist and pull him into the water suddenly like he did before, she stopped.

In the first three months of pregnancy, she must be extra careful not to have sex, but Malcolm simply could not resist her any temptation.

If doing so, he would suffer and have to endure the discomfort in the end.

With that in mind, Lyra withdrew her hand and chose to let him off the hook, letting him just take a shower himself.

At night, the two slept together, sniffing each other's scent and falling into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning.

Malcolm got up early.

Because they were going to get a marriage license today, he was excited and unable to sleep after dawn.

He quickly got out of bed and washed up, went to the kitchen to make porridge, and then personally served Lyra to finish her breakfast.

He counted the time in advance. When it was five minutes before the opening of the Civil Affairs Bureau, they just needed to wait at the door to be the first couple to get the license today! Twenty minutes later, Malcolm got that license as he hoped.

God knew how much he was looking forward to this moment! He has always hated taking photos. His fingertips gently rubbed the marriage certificate and the photo of the two. He had never felt a photo could be taken in a so beautiful and moving way.

His eyes were red and his heart had never had a moment that was so dependable.

Lyra noticed his watery eyes and hastily caressed the back of his neck, teasingly stifling a laugh, "Today is a great day. Why are you crying?" mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1