After Divorce I Am A Billionaire

Chapter 116 This apology is too late

Lyra was furious and almost laughed at his response.

Seeing that he still had an arrogant expression of "although I knelt down, I was by no means abashed", she coldly snorted and chided, "What are you doing? Apply medicine!"

Melvin quickly opened the medicine box and began to carefully apply medicine to the wound on her hand.

The knife wound was not deep, but it was almost across the entire palm of the hand.

So much so that her originally fair and tender hand became a bit ferocious because of the long wound.

Melvin felt distressed, and the medicine was applied with more gentle and careful movements.

Lyra looked coldly at the man who was kneeling at her feet in a disciplined manner and asked, "Why did you make a fool of yourself when you knew it would be impossible to kill me?"

Melvin bowed his head and pursed his lips without speaking.

"Was it to help Sheila out, or did you really believe Wesley and think I killed old Freeman?"

Melvin remained silent and concentrated on administering the medicine to her.

Lyra observed him and reasoned, which was rare for her, "Then it should not for the old Freeman. He had cancer before he died. I do not need to take the trouble to kill an old man who was just about to die. This is also very clear to you, so it is for Sheila?"

The answer to her was still the silence from the man.

She hooked the man's chin with her uninjured left hand, forcing him to look up into her eyes.

"You should know my character. Sheila may be happy that I hurt my hand, but you're about to pay the price. Is it worth it to you?"

The word "price" made Melvin's eyes slightly red at the end, "It's not worth it, so I regret it."

Lyra looked down at him and keenly noticed that his eyes were red and his expression was quite sincere.

Was this because of the guilt of seeing her hand hurt badly?

Or was it an act for her?

Her starry eyes narrowed and she inadvertently saw his swollen right cheek again. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Pretty good, now your left and right palms are considered symmetrical."

She paused and continued, "Remember not long ago, when you blocked me in the women's room, I said that one day, I would make you pay the price by kneeling down. I really did not expect this day to come so quickly."

Melvin listened to her scoffing tone. He found it very uncomfortable, forcefully broke free from her hand and lowered his head to continue to apply medicine.

He applied the medicine in an orderly manner, without hurting her in any way, and wrapped it extremely well with bandages.

Lyra looked at his skillful technique and asked tentatively, "You, the Freeman family's precious young master, should have been spoiled since childhood, right? Fiona must be distressed if there is even the slightest bump or bruise on your body. How come you are so skilled at dressing things like this?"

Melvin stopped and explained naturally, "Because I was naughty when I was a child, I got hurt always. Then I know how to deal with it."

Lyra knew he was being perfunctory and hiding, but didn't bother to ask.

The room was silent for a moment.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Melvin finished his medication and had the good sense not to get up.

Lyra gave him a condensed look, and then looked at the blood on the bed, "Wash the whole set by hand tonight right in the back yard. Don't go to bed until you're done."

"Yes."

Melvin hardly hesitated.

He lowered his eyes, and this look was obviously too obedient to be true.

But Lyra was furious when she thought of his reckless behavior tonight that he snuck into her room with a knife.

This man was too good at hiding!

Every time when he played nice, it always seemed like he was holding something bad.

Lyra felt annoyed.

She would slowly wear down all the dignity and pride of this man!

"Seems it is impossible to sleep!"

She said and headed for the door.

Melvin grabbed her wrist with sharp eyes, "Where to?"

Her tone was cold, "Go to Mr. Lloyd's for a few nights."

"Don't go!"

He almost subconsciously blurted it out.

After receiving an angry look from Lyra, he softened his tone, "I mean, it's not good for you to bother him at this late hour. And it's not appropriate for you to be alone with him."

He hated Keith, and Keith hated him.

Perhaps it was out of manly possessiveness, he knew he was in no position to stop it now, but he just can't accept Lyra going to Keith.

"Let go."

With a determined expression, Lyra took another step forward, followed by Melvin who crawled forward.

His grip on her wrist tightened.

"Don't go! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hurt you. I won't ever do it again. Don't go to Keith's home."

Lyra looked back down at him with a rare glance.

She had known him for so many years and it was the first time she had heard him apologize.

When he first learned that Charlotte had wrongly accused her of drugging, he did not apologize.

He didn't apologize even when he knew he owed her a three-year debt.

Even just hurting her with a knife, he only had a word of regret and still no apology.

Just now he remembered to apologize. That was funny!

"Your apology is too late. I don't accept it. Get out!"

She snarled and shook off his hand.

Melvin was not in the same physical condition as before and was tipped to the ground by her.

Lyra did not give him another glance, turned and walked away from the villa without looking back.

Melvin did not chase out.

He sat on the floor in silence for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the sound of the car igniting its engine came on that he got up and went to the window to look.

Several bodyguards also got into the car after Lyra.

Two minutes later, along with the roar of a car, two cars sped off in the moonlight.

With Lyra's departure, the whole villa was eerily quiet.

Melvin also quickly shifted back from his somewhat jealous state of mind as he took a look around Lyra's room.

She left and took all her bodyguards with her. Could there be traces in her room that could verify her true identity?

Because he didn't know if she would make it back, but if he was about to search, it was the best time!

Melvin stared at the window for a while longer and his eyes were complicated.

...

At this point, two hundred meters away the Seaside Villa, there was an intersection.

Both cars turned off. Lyra sat in the car and waited quietly.

It was very quiet all around, so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeat.

She stared straight ahead with an expressionless face, baffled, wondering what was going on.

About half an hour or so passed.

Only then did she call her bodyguard who was hiding in the shadows watching from the villa.

"Did he do anything in my room while I was gone?"

The bodyguard replied, "He gave you a new set of bed sheets and covers, and went to the backyard to wash the dirty sheets. The covers are heavy when wet, and he seems to make much efforts to dry it."

"Did he touch anything else in the room other than the changing of the covers thing?"

The bodyguard thought for a moment, "No, just when you left, he stood by the window and watched for a while."

Lyra pursed her lips and pondered.

She was gone. It was such a great opportunity, and he didn't make something happen?

Just now he went to get the medical kit, and she clearly heard the birds chirping again.

She couldn't guess what he really wanted, but it was really hard not to be suspicious of his sometimes erratic behavior back and forth.

Did he really just want to pay off his debt when he signed the agreement so quickly?