After divorce I am a billionaire

Facing their respective women who were gleefully playing the game, Malcolm and Keith waited in silence for a while, being afraid to spoil their fun.

One of them touched his nose and looked at the moon in the sky, while the other fondled his wristwatch in boredom.

After standing and waiting for several minutes, they heard the voice of that game failure coming in.

Lyra and Melissa both sighed in disappointment and began to take stock after their defeat.

"Melissa, you should not be in the lower lane. You should come to the river to support me to end the opposite for bounty. It is more expensive than your last hitting. You still had a chance.” Melissa was very impressed, "Okay, let's start over next time. I'll follow your lead on this one, okay?" The two hit it off and were about to reopen another round of game.

Malcolm cleared his throat.

Keith glanced at him and immediately followed him, which was louder than his.

The two young women looked up resentfully and saw that they had come to pick them up.

Lyra: "Honey, why did you come along?" Malcolm stared at her, looked sullen and spoke in a gentle but disgruntled voice, "Look at the time. If | don't find you, are you not going to go home?" Lyra turned off the game interface as an afterthought, looked at the time, and only to find that playing the game made her forget the time. It was already more than nine o'clock.

Night time was when it was the peak of her manic onset and it was indeed too dangerous to stay outside, not to mention that she did not want her family to worry about her. She had not told them yet.

If she played for a few more hours, Melissa will probably be frightened if she ventured to bump into her attack.

She put away her phone and looked at Melissa who was beside her in a serious manner, "Are you in a better mood now?" Melissa nodded, "It was fun to play the game with you tonight, but ..." Her face gradually lost its smile, and she quietly glanced at Keith's face which was not far away. Her uneasy fingers were stirring the hem of her shirt.

Mr. Keith will be angry if they got back tonight, right? Keith was indeed very angry. She was a young girl and went to the wilderness late at night. He'll regret it if she met some bad guys. She did not have sense of safety at all Seemingly the more he thought about it, the more he was angry. Keith took a few steps forward and clutched Melissa's wrist, "Come on, don't bother them. Let's go home." He was so strong that Melissa clearly felt his anger, but she could not break free from his shackles and could only be led by him.

She looked back to Lyra in fear and asked for help.

Lyra received her distress signal, but this was after all the affairs of the unmarried couple. She can't interfere, so she can only try to help and say, "Keith, Melissa's learning base is poor. Be patient. Give her more confidence. Don't hit her too hard. Go back and talk to her." Keith replied with low voice, "Got it. | will." After this answer, Melissa was forced by him to take his own limousine.

The roar of the limousine was tearing through the silence of the dark night, and the car disappeared into the moonlight in a walk of smoke.

Lyra sighed and was very worried about how Keith could properly coax Melissa.

Malcolm seemed to see what she was worried about, and coldly interrupted her thoughts with a voice, "Rara don't think about it.

This is a matter between them. We can't control.” Lyra nodded. She was aware of that but she was still a little scared, "Keith looks so angry tonight. He's not going to fight with Melissa when he gets back, is he?" "I don't think so." Malcolm stepped forward and gently took her hand, leading her back.

Lyra twisted her head to look at him, "How can you be so sure? You two came over together tonight. What did you talk about?" Malcolm was silent for a while.

Luckily, there was nothing to talk about, except for asking Keith to deal with his own relationship, and leave him and Lyra's married life alone.

"Hmm? Why aren't you talking?" "Nothing. | made small talk and told him to be gentle with the girls." Lyra was reassured that since it was Malcolm's instructions, Keith would be able to listen to.

The two got into the car and headed back to Lyre Spiti.

Because of the late hour, they both had no intention of going upstairs and went straight to the basement as if it was the bedroom.

Before entering the basement, Lyra was a little worried, "Honey, if you accompany me to fight, can you do it? Will you get hurt? Would it be physically exhausting because you feel too tired? Is it really possible?" The first few sentences were quite normal, but her last two sentences directly made Malcolm's eyebrows tighten.

The man's desire to win was instantly aroused, and Malcolm lifted her chin in a rare dominant manner, "Are you questioning my physical strength? It seems | must physically prove to you whether | can do it or not!" Lyra laughed and instructed again, "Don't be humble too much if only you don't get hurt. Tomorrow when | wake up, | will check the injury. Don't try to fool me." Malcolm's hand slid from her chin, down her throat, and finally landed lightly on the back of her waist. His palm was dragging her entire and slender waist.

His arms were hooked hard in his direction. Lyra was forced to take two steps forward and pressed up against his entire chest, that was a close distance.

Malcolm's voice was tantalizing "Do you really just want to check for injuries?" Lyra pretended not to understand, "Or what?" "| thought ..." he bent down, lowered his head close to her ear, and said in a very small voice.

"Watch out if I really do you tomorrow." Malcolm's thin lips curled up, "I'd like that." Lyra tut-tutted twice and gently pushed him away, "No shame ..." She taunted as she headed down into the basement, lifting the comforter to lie down in.

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep for long anyway, she didn't wash up and left it all to Malcolm to take care of when she was done.

Malcolm immediately followed her lead and lay down under the comforter, sleeping with his arms around her waist.

Lyra: "Stay away. Don't you fear I'll suddenly slap you at night?" Malcolm inhaled deeply the fragrance of the skin on her neck and said contentedly, "Before you fall asleep, you're still my little angel. | will be careful when you fall asleep.” Lyra knew him well. As long as he would not get hurt, it was difficult to really hurt him.

The two fell asleep holding each other, chatting while they slept.

* Keith, who had returned to the villa, pulled Melissa upstairs in the direction of the bedroom without saying a word.

Melissa was frightened by his look, and her heart was lost, "You ... walk slower. Can you let me slow down? You're scaring me Keith still didn't say anything, but was walking much slower.

When he got back to the bedroom, he sat down directly on the edge of the bed and pressed Melissa down onto his lap.

She was confused and did not understand what he meant.

Until the next moment.

Snap.

The broad palm of her hand, without warning, came into intimate contact with her curvy little ass.

She realized what happened and blushed. She was a spanking by Keith? "Keith, you rascal! Didn't you hit my palm before! How can you...can you spank my ..." ass! Although it was not particularly painful, she can not resist the shame! How old she was ! Not to mention by a less familiar fiancé ...

Keith was really angry and controlled her fidgety waist, but his right hand did not continue to spank her.

"Running away from home, you shouldn't be punished?" Melissa bit her lip and refused to admit it, "I didn't! | was just bored with being alone, so | went out to play with Lyra. You're accusing me and hitting me! It is domestic violence!" Before Melissa's accident and memory loss, she said the same thing.

Keith wanted to cry and did what he did last time, explaining to her in a serious manner, "This is just to teach you a lesson. It's based on the fact that | love you. | won't really hurt you. | just want you to know that you're wrong." Melissa pouted and was very dissatisfied, "But you didn't even listen to my explanation and just did it at will. It was really excessive." Keith watched as she listened to the same thing he had said as before, but she had absolutely no reaction.

She was really forgetting all the things of these four years and forgetting the love with him before. Instantly, he felt depressed.

"I'm sorry ... | was so scared that you would leave me, that you would disappear again. It was my problem. | didn't control my emotions." Melissa got up from his lap in anger, and was about to accuse him, when she noticed his red eyes and depression.