After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra placed the breakfast tray on the nightstand and turned to help him up.

"You fell? You were too busy working yesterday?" Malcolm shook his head. "My feet are numb." Lyra helped him back to the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed to massage his legs, relieving the blood pressure caused by prolonged immobility.

"Feeling better?" He nodded. He hadn't seen the kids so he asked, "Where are Spencer and Momo?" "They just had breakfast in the lab cafeteria, went to the basketball court in the back with Jimmy and Chad to play badminton.

Spencer spends a lot of tin the hospital bed. It'd better get sexercise.” As Lyra spoke, Malcolm stared at her intently and smiled. "Why aren't you going?" "I'm here to see you. | haven't eaten yet. Chad said you haven't eaten well while | was away.” Malcolm furrowed his brow and noticed the point of her remarks.

Chad, that son of a bitch, took the opportunity to report him.

Lyra seemed to know what he was thinking, and her finger poked him between his eyes, muttering, "Don't give Chad a hard time. | told him to tell me. You didn't take your body seriously enough to deserve a beating.” Malcolm laughed, and not only was he not afraid of being punched, he leaned over and gave her a kiss on her sweet, soft cheek.

Lyra looked at him seriously, trying not to laugh, but also feeling a little helpless.

What else can she do? He was her husband.

She raised an eyebrow and motioned to Malcolm to look at the breakfast on the nightstand, "Hurry up and eat. It's not good for your stomach if the soy milk gets cold. Forget about your irregular life before. Now that I'm back, | must quickly adjust your daily routine. If you dare to drink too much, smoke too much, skip meals, or stay up all night, I'll leave you alone. I'll bring you to the White Mansion and ask Charles to discipline you according to the White family rules." If he really got beaten by the whip, the injuries wouldn't improve in ten or a half month. It was not comparable with the whip Lyra had.

Though Lyra's words were harsh and she was softhearted, this was a direct threat, and she would never let him be whipped.

But Malcolm was threatened because Lyra said she would leave him alone.

He leaned over, put his arm around Lyra's waist, kissed her eyes and eyebrows, and replied obediently, "Yes, I will listen to you." Lyra clicked her tongue and pushed his face away, stopping him from kissing.

"Eat." Malcolm nodded, feeling satisfied.

It was nice having her around.

He picked up the breakfast tray from the nightstand, put it on his lap, wiped his hands with a wet tissue, and began to peel the eggs.

Lyra sat by the bed and watched him eat.

A whole hard-boiled egg would put in his mouth Lyra was frowning. Big mouth? How cwhen she kissed him, she didn't feel that his mouth was so big? An egg was directly stuffed...

Malcolm chewed the egg slowly, and his fingers, after peeling the egg, were wiped with a wet paper towel, as if he loved to clean himself.

His every gesture was very elegant. When the Adam's apple was gently rolling, he had a mouthful of soy milk, showing the perfect side of the neck and jaw lines, which was extremely sexy and eye-pleasing.

Clearly they were just an ordinary egg and a glass of soy milk. His posture made him look like he was having a French meal which was particularly delicious.

Lyra swallowed.

Malcolm noticed. His thin lips curled up slightly, and his smile becslightly sinister. "Why Do you look weird?" "What's weird about it?" "Like you're trying to eat me." By the tshe was speechless, Malcolm was already peeling the second egg. His long fingers were beautiful, and the green veins on the back of his hands were protruding into his sleeve, showing off his hormones.

Lyra watched, but stopped when Malcolm swallowed the egg again, frowning. "Won't you choke?" She asked.

Malcolm stopped chewing and his ears turned red. He looked away and swallowed the egg. He took two more sips of soy milk before saying, "Are you saying | don't look good when | eat?" Lyra was about to answer when Malcolm answered first, "It doesn't matter how | look when | eat. I'm better at eating you than eggs." Was he serious? Lyra ignored him and asked, "How did it go with Lucie? Did she tell the truth?" Malcolm nodded. "She's kind of a poor woman," he said. "Her husband has an abusive personality and he's an alcoholism. And he beats her when he gets drunk. She thinks he'll be more restrained when they have kids, but he does it even worse. He beats their son." "Ten years ago, when her husband beat her up, her son cto break up the fight and threw a stool at him. Her husband accidentally the son her to death. He was only eight years old when he died, and he was buried at the top of the mountain. After that, her husband fell in love with another woman in the city and never cback. Instead, she felt that she has a free life." "There are still ten gold bars under her bed. They have been kept for a long time. | heard that she saved a person three years ago. It was a man. The man gave her ten gold bars after. This time, she wanted to save you. She originally wanted to run out of the county to buy smedicine, but she met a group of people holding your photo to ask for your location, and she saw the man she saved three years ago among them." "She told the man where you were and got a bag of gold bars..." This was an important information.

Lyra looked serious, and was lost in thought.

Malcolm's expression was equally grim. "I suspect that the man she saved three years ago is Frank, who has been on the run ever since." This man, formerly an elite in the army, was first-rate in both reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance.

It was not that easy to catch him.

Lyra: "To take Micah's patient and make her look likein order to confuse you. He's so purposeful and premeditated. He's clearly trying to screw you. Even if he's already in the mud, he's trying to drag you down with him. Why? What is your grudge against him?" Malcolm was momentarily speechless, and a vague image of a woman appeared in his mind.

But he kept his head down and kept silent, saying, "What reason does a madman need to do something?" Seeing that Lyra was still thinking about it, Malcolm reached out and rubbed the back of her head. His eyes were gentle, "This is NIB's official business. Rara, you should stay out of it. If the Lloyd's Corp's official business needs to be negotiated recently, it should be conducted in the lab. Remote meeting. When I'm not around, keep an eye on Spencer and Momo." Frank had been lurking in the shadows, with a lot of leverage and influence. And with Lyra in trouble, he was afraid to let Lyra work alone at the Lloyd's Corp. The lab was the safest place to be.

Lyra, knowing what he was worried about and that he had to go back to work, nodded.

"Don't worry. Nothing is more important than a family's safety right now." A mad dog would bite, no matter when, no matter how. There was no way to prevent it, and neither she nor Malcolm can afford to let it happen again.

They were talking when Lyra's cell phone rang.

It was Chad.

Chad obviously and Jimmy were playing badminton with Spencer and Momo, so the sudden phone call must be serious.

Lyra answered the call, and before she could ask, she heard Chad's panicked voice on the other end of the line.

"Lyra! I'm sorry. It's my fault..." Lyra looked up at Malcolm and asked, "What's wrong?" "I'm... I'm guilty. Spencer's hurt..."