After divorce I am a billionaire

After a general arrangement, Lyra quickly withdrew her thoughts and focused on her work.

The afternoon passed quickly, and the sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was shining in on her stunningly gorgeous side face.

Since learning of the mania, she had been going to Jimmy's lab at night for a week in a row to do the infusion therapy.

The alarm clock for half an hour early to leave work had not yet rang, but her phone rang first.

She craned her head to look at the screen, and it was Melissa.

The moment she answered the phone, she asked directly, "You ran away from home again?" Melissa was wordless.

Not hearing her answer, Lyra then asked, "Or... are you in a bad mood again? Where are you? Do you need me to come out so | can help you?" Melissa: "No, | have been good for couple of days. I'm just home alone studying. I'm a bit bored. I just finished it. | want to find you to play games. | don't know if you're free.” Oh, she wanted to play that mobile game.

Lyra quite liked that game and was successfully obsessed with that by Melissa.

"I'm just about to pack up and get off work. That game doesn't cost much time. Come on. Let's play it." The two turned on the voice function and did the qualifying match while communicating.

Originally, Lyra only intended to play two or three rounds, but somehow today, she had a bad luck and the teammates she encountered were some rookies.

After three consecutive losses, the pair's desire to win ignited and they were determined to win one time before getting off the line.

Eventually it evolved that if they lost, they were unwilling to admit defeat. If they needed to play another, they won't be happy.

While gaming, Lyra turned on the mode of exclusive gaming on her phone. On the mode, she couldn't answer any calls or read any text messages.

Malcolm, who was waiting at home, did not get through on ten consecutive calls.

The sun gradually fall, and soon the whole sky was covered with a layer of black cloth.

Lyra left the lights off and sat in her office chair playing games.

Until the light in her office was turned on, Malcolm stood in the doorway with a sullen face, staring at her from afar.

Hearing the movement, she looked up, "Honey, why did you come over in person. I'm working overtime." "Overtime?" Malcolm walked over quickly and pointed slyly at the screen of the phone she was gaming on, "This is what you do when you don't go home and work late at the office.” Lyra was playing the game that wasn't over yet.

She bought props while looking up. She was staring and smiling at Malcolm, explaining with confidence, "Yes, | am personally experiencing the next project | am going to invest in. | have to understand it in depth in order to invest more accurately. Don't you think so, honey?" Malcolm walked up behind her and looked at her gaming screen, "You want to invest in the gaming?" "| feel that e-sports is quite interesting. Now is the Internet era. E-sports may be the future of the main trend. | want to invest money to do a club, build a team or something." Lyra's career was one in which Malcolm had always refrained from interfering.

His petite wife was never willing to rely on someone else. She had her own ambition. If she wanted to do, he will support her.

Thinking about it, Malcolm was not so upset.

He considered it as a product trial before she made an investment.

He stood right behind Lyra, bent over and hugged Lyra, lazily resting his chin on her shoulder and watching her playing the game.

With the winning voice of the game, Keith arrived home.

The two girls said goodbye and each turned off the voice function.

Lyra turned to Malcolm and asked him about the viewing experience, "How did it feel? Was it interesting?" Malcolm buried his face deep into her neck and inhaled fiercely, "Well, that was interesting." It was not clear if this was about the game or the aroma she was wearing.

"Come on Rara. Let's go home for dinner." Lyra nodded and allowed him to pick herself up and leave the office.

After dinner, Lyra asked Malcolm to play the mobile game as well.

The two played the double-ranked match happily for a while.

Men's desire to conquer the game was stronger than that of women.

Malcolm became obsessed with the game too. If he didn't win, he won't be offline.

The two played more than ten rounds together until 11pm, when they went upstairs to check on Spencer and Momo, who were already in a deep sleep, and finally went to bed in the basement.

In accordance with the rule, Malcolm hugged Lyra and he had not dared to sleep deeply but quietly waited for Lyra to fall asleep.

But this time, after many days of working during the day and working at night to accompany fights, he drifted off to sleep with Lyra.

They slept until the next morning.

Malcolm was awakened by his subconscious and immediately looked at the time to see that it was already 9:30 am.

This meant that Lyra didn't have an attack last night.

Looking at Lyra, who was still asleep next to him, Malcolm was pleasantly surprised, which was great news.

He rolled onto his back and pressed himself against Lyra. And he kissed all over her.

Lyra was woken up by his kiss, "What?" "Honey, Jimmy's medicine works and you didn't have a seizure last night." "Really?" Lyra was also surprised. It was the first time since she found out she had the disease that she had slept through the night and had a normal sleep schedule for a long time.

She wrapped her arms around Malcolm's strong waist, and was thankful for his all-around dedication over this time, "Honey, does this mean I'm getting better?" "Yes, congratulations.” Malcolm cupped her face and kissed her deeply on the lips.

After the deep kiss, Lyra's voice had a bit of seduction, "Does that mean the little dress we bought at Atria earlier can be worn?" Malcolm was silent for a while.

Although he would like to see, he had to hold back. She was only just improved, and sex was tantamount to asking for death.

What if her illness turned seriously? It was better to take it easy.

Being rejected about the idea of sex, Lyra grunted sullenly and got up to go back to the bedroom to wash up and put on her makeup.

She was a little upsetting, but she knew Malcolm was concerned about her body.

The two went to White family's garage after breakfast and holding hands.

Malcolm wanted to send Lyra to the Lloyd's Corp, but she refused.

"I have other business today and will be leaving the Lloyd's Corp for a trip this afternoon. | will have to drive myself to make it easier.” Knowing that it was business, Malcolm said nothing, parted from her in the garage, and left the White family in their respective luxury cars.

In the afternoon, Anne arrived at the Lloyd's Corp on time.

Lyra stopped typing, "Miss Windsor, you are just in time. Come with me." She said as she got up and picked up the designer bag next to her.

Anne asked, "Where are you taking me?" Lyra did not explain and the answer was very casual, "Wait until you will know." The two went into the elevator one after the other and went down to the garage.

Anne got into the passenger seat and watched Lyra drive.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the Lloyd Manor in Anning Hill.

Anne looked out from the car window with ty at the villas on the winding road.

"Where are we? This mountain is so beautiful. I've never been here before.” Lyra drove without a glance, "How do you like it here?" Anne looked at the building at the top of the hill, the old villa where Reginald used to live.

"Well, I like it very much."