After divorce I am a billionaire

With her doubts, Malcolm's face did not change and he had already prepared what to response.

"You were so tired last night that you fell asleep in the little lounge. | went to the Lloyd's Corp to look for you and carried you back." Lyra was mildly surprised, "So, | just slept through the night?" Malcolm smiled and tickled the tip of her nose, "Yeah, my little lazy pig slept for over ten hours." No wonder she had a headache. After sleeping for so long, she was dizzy from sleep, right? She laughed at herself, "In that case, | should go to work more and walk more. | sleep too much nit I'm not even hungry." He couldn't stop her and was not going to dissuade her, "If you are not feeling well, call me. Get off work half an hour earlier tonight. | want to cook something nice. Let's have our first candlelit dinner back home, a world for two. | will drive to pick you up then." "That sounds great." Lyra replied casually, not noticing the a world for two’ in his words.

With the headache relieved, Lyra regained a lot of strength and was able to get out of bed and wash up.

When she slowly washed her face and put on her makeup, her thoughts gradually regained their clarity and her head didn't hurt as much.

Malcolm sat right next to the bed and quietly observed her state, "It's still early anyway. | made shredded chicken congee. Do you want to eat before you go?" Lyra shook her head and refused, "Not hungry at all. And | have no appetite. | guess I'll be hungry later if | walk more. I'l just eat outside.” "Then I'll drive you to the office.” Malcolm got up, took her hand, interlocked her fingers, and led her out the door without a word.

Seeing that he was happy to be the driver, Lyra didn't refuse and let him pull her along.

In the afternoon, Lyra successfully signed a contract with Duowiehl Group's project manager.

"Ms. Lloyd, looking forward to the collaboration." Lyra reached out and shook hands in a friendly manner, "So do I." When they almost finished with the contract signing, the red haze outside the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected through the glass.

Lyra looked at the nice sunset and suddenly remembered Malcolm's words at noon.

She looked at the time. There was still half an hour before the end of the day.

Since it was promised, she should go home.

Lyra left the follow-up hospitality to her assistant, packed her bag and took the elevator down to the garage.

She was about to call Malcolm when she looked up and saw the familiar limousine parked not far away.

When she walked over, she saw that Malcolm was sitting in the car.

When he saw her coming, Malcolm got out of the car, went around from the main driver's seat to the passenger side, offered to open the door for her, and helped her fasten her seat belt again.

He was thoughtful and considerate as always.

When he bent over, Lyra raised her face and gave him a kiss on his thin lips, "If | am to give you an award, it would be the National Good Husband Award." Malcolm lifted her chin with one hand and deepened the kiss.

"Then you're the national good wife." Lyra smiled openly and brightly, feeling happy inside because of such a harmonious couple life.

On the way back to Lyre Spiti, Lyra looked out the car window at the receding landscape and her thoughts went out of control.

Malcolm craned his head from time to time to observe her state, and was relieved to see her calm expression.

While waiting for the traffic light, Lyra saw a young mother pushing baby strollers on the road and suddenly felt some yearning.

"Mel, when the babies are a little older, one of us will push a stroller to take the babies out for a walk around. It must be fun.” Malcolm echoed, "The babies must have loved it, too." Lyra looked at the young mother pushing the stroller and suddenly missed the babies a little.

"Speaking of which, | just left Lyre Spiti at noon, and it's only been a few hours since I've been away from the babies. I'm surprisingly missing them a bit." Malcolm froze slightly, "Tonight we do not mention our children. Go back to the world of two and have dinner, okay?" Lyra looked back at him in disbelief, and although she was a little upset, she didn't say anything.

More than ten minutes later, the limousine arrived at White family's garage.

Malcolm steadily parked the car, got out first, went around to the passenger side and opened the door for her.

He directly bent down and dominantly carried her across the car.

Lyra tightened her arms around his neck, "So attentive tonight. Are you trying to have sex with me?" Malcolm pursed his lips and smiled, "No, I'm not going to mention sex again until you are fully recuperated from her concussion.

All entertainment is based on your health.” "So knowledgeable?" Lyra stared at his handsome face with slight suspicion, "Honey, it's not like your character not to be so horny and not want to have sex at all.” Malcolm placed a sloppy kiss on her red lips, "Nothing is as important as your body." She leaned in close to her ear, with her seductive voice softly saying, "But I'm almost healed. Concussions don't affect sex, so are you sure you don't want to try the first nice sex after back home?" Her warm breathing sprayed on the sensitive base of his ear, and Malcolm shivered gently.

He swallowed and continued walking with composure.

Lyra playfully grabbed his tie with her hand and badly teased, "It's a candlelight dinner tonight. You really don't want it?" Malcolm nodded, "Honey, stop it. You know | have zero resistance to you and can't really carry it." Okay.

Lyra withdrew her hand in boredom, tucked his tie back into her suit lapel, and sat obediently in his arms as he carried her into the house.

Malcolm placed her on the sofa. And the fruit and snacks were all brought to her, "I have prepared all the dishes for dinner in advance. | just need to stir-fry some. So you sit and wait for me for a while. Don't go anywhere, okay?" Lyra nodded, but in her heart she felt he was a bit perverse.

Why won't he let her off the sofa? She always felt odd.

Thinking of the babies on the fourth floor, Lyra went upstairs to accompany them while he was frying and couldn't be bothered with this side.

Opening the door to the nursery, the cribs were empty. No babies were in sight, no Sophia.

She looked at the empty room in shock. Her panic was eroding all her reason. She quickly went downstairs and ran wildly to the kitchen.

"Honey, Spencer and Momo are gone. Something must have happened!" Malcolm stopped frying with a silent sigh, not expecting her to find out so quickly.

Rara was really shrewd as usual.

Facing Lyra, who was on the verge of losing control, he steadied her shoulders with his palms and explained word by word, "Our babies are not in trouble, and they are not missing. Don't be afraid." "You know? You're the one who hid the babies?" Her chest rose and fell as she stared at him incredulously, "Malcolm, you gave the babies away to have a real two people's world together? What the hell are you trying to do?" Malcolm soothed her over and over again. His palm gently smoothed her back to ease her depressed emotions, "It's because Grandpa wants to see Spencer and Momo so badly. He's old and has trouble with his legs. Just walking from Grandpa's villa to Lyre Spiti is inconvenient for him who has trouble with his legs. " "So | sent Spencer and Momo, along with Sophia, to stay with Grandpa for a few days to appease him for missing his great- grandchildren.” "Rara, don't worry. I've transferred a few extra bodyguards for extra protection of grandpa's villa. Nothing will happen to Spencer and Momo. Don't be afraid.” With the explanations, Lyra's sanity gradually returned.

After all, grandpa was old. It was inevitable that he missed his great-grandchildren. Lyra can not go to get the babies back, not to mention that it would not be a big deal.

However, she always felt that something was strange and not quite right.

"Is it true that you sent the kids and Sophia there because Grandpa missed Spencer and Momo?" Malcolm kissed her forehead, "Yes, we'll pick them up in a few days. Don't worry Rara." He had said this. Lyra did not say anything else.

"Hurry up and fry the food. I'm hungry." The two were busy in the kitchen together, stir-frying the last few dishes and serving them to the table.

A sumptuous candlelit dinner was relaxing and enjoyable.

After dinner, the two sat on the couch, snuggled up to each other, and watched a movie together.

Malcolm quietly observed her state from time to time and was silently relieved to see that she showed no signs of an attack.

According to Jimmy, it was estimated that it was tiredness that caused the onset.

In the future, he will take care of more, did not let Lyra have too much strain, and it should be able to reduce the number of attacks.

A movie was only halfway through when Lyra fell asleep on his shoulder.

Malcolm stayed up late last night and got up early in the morning to arrange matters reasonably well, and was now a little tired.

He turned off the TV, carried his sleeping wife back to the bedroom, patiently helped her wring towels to wipe her face and feet, and changed into pajamas.

Lyra had been sleeping exceptionally heavily lately and hadn't been woken up by him at all.

Half an hour later, he covered himself with comforter as he wished and hugged his wife to sleep.

However.

Snap! He was sleeping until he was in a daze of consciousness, and the pain of a slap to the face woke him up.