After divorce I am a billionaire

Keith knew that Melissa had been a motivated and career-minded girl.

Melissa wanted to continue to pursue her career, and he had no reason to refuse.

"Good." He dotingly stroked her head, "Because you were sick before, | asked the team over there to stop letting you work. You haven't filmed for too long time. Tomorrow I'll ask them to take a small TV series project. You can get familiar with it. How about that?" Melissa hesitated and chose to listen to Keith, nodding her head in a good-natured way.

Her memory now stayed at four years ago. She was not as mature as before but looked simple and childish.

Keith just liked her being simple and kind at first. Now when he looked at her, he always seemed to return to the kind of stupid feeling when he first met her.

It seemed pretty good too.

It was okay if she didn't remember, so they could start from the beginning.

The day of the global tender held by Duowiehl Group was around the corner.

Three days later, it would take place at the 7-star Francia Hotel in Atria.

For the bidding session, Lyra prepared well, drafted the proposal, worked late into the night every day, and revised the proposal for five times.

At 1:00 a.m., she was still in her study working.

There were a few solutions she was not satisfied with. Adhering to the strive for perfection, she intended to modify them before going downstairs to rest.

Squeak- It was the soft sound of the door opening.

The door to the study was opened slightly and a pair of black eyes carefully observed the study in the darkness.

Lyra didn't stop typing but spoke coldly, "Con in. We're in our own home. You're still making it sneaky. Other people may think you're a thief." With her words, the door of the study was completely opened.

Malcolm, who was alone, slipped in, "Rara, don't stay up late. It's not good for your health." Lyra did not look away but focused on the computer screen, "There is still one last program has not been determined. | will go downstairs when | finish writing. If you're sleepy, don’t wait for me." He forced down his inner mania, "I cover ten minutes ago, half an hour ago, an hour ago, three hours ago, and you said the sthing. If you want to be perfunctory, at least change a few words." "Oh ... yes?" Lyra rubbed the tip of her nose in embarrassment.

Malcolm walked over to her, picked her up out of her chair without a word, sat himself down in her chair, and settled her into his laps.

"Nil Grey and | are acquaintances. Since he has agreed he will cooperate with you, you can let your employees make one project. Anyway, the cooperation is sure to get. Why do it yourself? That's so laborious." Lyra looked slightly tired, "I know, but | do not want to rely on your relationship, and do not want to be criticized for taking advantage of it. | have to be sincere enough for this business case in order to convince everyone, so that | can make a real achievements at the bidding." Malcolm caressed her cheek with his fingers, and felt a little bit distressed.

Knowing that she had her own judgement and once the decision was made, it was difficult for her to change easily.

Malcolm no longer persuaded her, but asked, "Three days later is the tender. You have to fly abroad on a business trip. How long do you plan to stay there?" "Tonight | will finalize the case. And I'll buy an early flight tomorrow to go there. If there is no accident, | will stay for a few days." "A few days?" Malcolm changed his face, "One day is like three years apart. Does that mean | can't see you for a few years?" Lyra was amused by him, "No way. You're exaggerating.” Malcolm sighed and really felt uneasy, "No, | have to go with you. | can do telecommuting. By the way, | can make it up as the honeymoon. We can go on a vacation and have a fun for a few days." Lyra instantly turned serious, and gently patted his forehead, "No! If you go with me, Sophia is alone to take care our two babies.

What if something happens?” "I'll call Chad over to help Sophia." Lyra: "Once you leave, the works of the bureau have to be handed over to Chad, right? And Chad has to manage the White Corp as well and report to you of the minutes regularly. And you also want him to take care of Spencer and Molly. Will he be able to so so many things at the stime?" Malcolm stopped talking with a rather depressed expression.

Lyra wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled sweetly, "Don't worry. I'll be back in a few days. Nothing will go wrong. Take care of our hand your works. Don't calong. Do you hear me?" He ducked his head and didn't answer.

Lyra lifted his jaw and kissed him to make him reassuring.

It was only a gentle kiss.

But she never thought that this kiss would be uncontrollable.

Seeing that he was about to break through the defense, Lyra stopped him just in time.

"Stop it. The door is open.” Malcolm did not relent. H is hands restlessly held her slender waist, "Sophia and the babies are already asleep. It is impossible for them to cdownstairs. Other than that, there is no one else in this villa. What are you afraid of?" He kissed her again, but Lyra covered her mouth and pushed him away, "No, Sophia has the habit of getting up at night. In case she bumps into later. How embarrassing it will be. You're shameless but | am not." Malcolm was depressed.

He was completely ready for it, but he had to force his desire back hard because of Sophia and the babies.

God, these two little guys were sent from heaven to punish him, right? They did not yet grow up but had snatched his wife's care. What would happen if they grew up? He buried his head into Lyra's chest and grunted in dissatisfaction, "You're leaving the country tomorrow. It's too hard fornot to be able to have a sex with you before you leave." He said those pitiful words with his low voice and Lyra's heart was slightly moved.

She did have to stay there for many days. And she guessed Malcolm would be driven crazy at home. So, she thought it reasonable to agree to have sex with him.

Thinking about this, she compromised.

"Then go and close the door. And remember to close windows too." Malcolm was in high spirits instantly, gave her a kiss on the cheek and got up to close the door and windows.

When he returned, he carried Lyra straight to the desk, tilted his head to look at his petite wife, and said with his lustful and seductive voice, "The study is such a good place to work and have a late night snack at the stime." Lyra smiled flirtatiously.

The next morning, Lyra gently and quietly took her luggage and left Lyre Spiti while Malcolm was still asleep.

If she waited for him to wake up, inevitably they would have to say goodbye. And if he was reluctant to let her go and wanted to go with her, it would a lot of troubles.

After leaving, she quickly made her way to the airport.

After checking in for her boarding pass, she waited in the waiting room for over an hour.

For this business trip, she did not bring anyone with her. This was a low-key travel.

When the broadcast in the waiting room read out the corresponding airplane number, she slowly entered, and dragged her suitcase.

But, today was strange.

She was the only one who took the boarding lane.

She waited slowly in the aisle for a while to make sure no other passengers really showed up, and then looked at the plane ticket she had bought.

That was right, the business class.

With suspicion, she walked up the boarding steps.

A beautiful airline stewardess, who had been waiting at the cabin door for a long time, saw her coming and immediately bowed politely, "Hello Miss Lloyd. Have a good trip." Lyra stopped in her tracks and frowned, "How c| don't see any other passengers?" The stewardess smiled, "A gentleman charters the whole plane last night and said that we would only receive one passenger today, so please be seated in first class." MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1