After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 232 I mean, let me do it tonight

She helped Malcolm to the bed and tucked him in.

But he had just finished surgery, his body was weak. And after standing in the corridor for more than

half an hour, his body was cold.

Lyra helped him turn the heat on and sat right next to his bed.

She poured him a cup of hot water and handed it to him, saying, "Many things were explained to me in

detail during your surgery by Chad, so I don't need you to explain them again. But I have a few doubts

that I need you to answer."

Malcolm nodded his head.

"Why are you Melvin? And if you are Malcolm, where is the real Melvin?"

Malcolm clutched her small hand and felt her warm palm before he began speaking, "Do you

remember what I told you about that car accident 13 years ago?"

"Yes."

"The real Melvin died when he was 15 years old because he saved me. At that time, the White family

was in chaos. I was young and there was no way to contend against my uncle Kacper. Melvin was sent

to the National Investigation Bureau from childhood by his grandfather. His family hadn't met him."

"So grandpa let me temporarily take refuge in Melvin's name. 13 years ago when the car accident

happened, the people who escorted me died. No one in Frayton knew my true identity, and I became

Melvin as a matter of course to help him show filial respect for his grandpa and mother and help him

revitalize Freeman Group."

"So it is." Lyra lowered her eyes, "So the box of ashes you had six months ago was also a fake? Your

body was burned under Nineteen's watch. Is also fake?"

"The ashes are real of the real Melvin's. As for the body, it was Chad who found a man in the

warehouse at the time who was similar in stature to me. Because of the fire, he had been burned

beyond recognition, so Nineteen must not have noticed."

His voice was low and soft, and his eyes glowed with a shimmer as he looked at Lyra.

"Rara, I didn't mean to lie to you. After I was back to Suham to wield the power ... I really can't go

Frayton. When I knew you made you identity public, you didn't even know how happy I was."

Lyra didn't say anything, staring at him quietly.

By her such expressionless stare, Malcolm was a little nervous, "I pretend not to recognize you at that

night of your welcoming party. I also cheated you. I was wrong. If you're still angry, you can continue to

punish me. I receive all, OK?"

"No."

Malcolm didn't expect her to refuse so decisively, and his heart went cold.

His long and curly eyelashes gently drooped, concealing his sadness.

When he wasn't looking at her, Lyra leaned down and kissed him lightly on his eyes, forehead, face,

and finally on his cold and thin lips, each kiss with great patience and doting.

"Silly man, I'm not angry anymore."

"Really?"

Malcolm's dark eyes regained their light, "So you're not breaking off the engagement? Do you forgive

me?"

"Guess what?"

Lyra kissed him on the lips again, proving her attitude to him by her action.

The two forgot to close their eyes, feeling each other's breathing which became more and more

sharply.

As she kissed, Malcolm avoided it, refusing to let her kiss him any further.

"What's wrong? Don't like it?"

Lyra did not get up and remained at a close distance from him.

"No ..."

Malcolm's breathing was gradually disturbed. His ears were slightly red, and his dark eyes were shifting

uncomfortably to the side.

Lyra looked at him and had guessed what was going on, "Do you want it?"

His ears were red and his lashes trembled nervously. He hesitated for a while before gathering the

courage to ask, "Can I ..."

Lyra unbuttoned the two buttons on the collar of his gown. His chest's wound was still thickly

bandaged, as well as the two wounds he received on his arm last night.

Besides, he just had surgery. His body was still weak. How could they have sex right now?

"You're not very well, are you?"

With these factors in mind, Lyra barely gave it a second thought and said those words.

By the time she reacted, she had already said them.

Malcolm was instantly energized by the man's desire to win, "Who says no! Want to try?"

His face, though being pale, was still handsome enough.

Because of Lyra's words, his dark eyes flared up.

He was going to force himself to get up and physically prove himself!

Lyra snickered and pushed him back gently, stopping him from getting up.

Her red lips were slowly close to his reddened ears. Her enchanting voice was very seductive: "Mel, I

mean, let me do it tonight. I'm on the top ..."

The fire in Malcolm's eyes was instantly doused by her words. The heat on his skin, from his ears to his

neck was subdued.

Did she even know what she was talking about?

Under his puzzled gaze, Lyra sat on top of him. Her knees were propped up on the bed for fear of

touching his injuries.

She dominantly cupped his chin and kissed him again ...

It was difficult to restrain the emotions.

His Rara, what an irresistible goblin!

This time, he was able to sink without care.

Even if the price after the absurdity was life.

He was also willing!

Malcolm's hands unconsciously wanted to put around her back.

But he was stopped by her and she put his hands back, "You still have injuries. Don't move your

hands!"

"But they don't listen to me. They say they want to hug you."

Lyra lifted his chin again, "So disobedient that you want to be tied up?"

He pursed his lower lip and averted her gaze.

Lyra was not ambiguous. She got out of bed, opened the bedside cabinet and took the bandages out of

it. Then she raised his hands above his head and tied both of his wrists to the steel brace at the head

of the bed.

Unlike the previous two times when she tied him roughly with a belt, this time her movements were

gentle and patient.

After tying him up, she asked him, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

Malcolm shook his head seriously.

Lyra did not rush to continue, but first went to check whether the door of the ward was locked, and by

the way, the windows were also locked and the curtains were drawn.

She can't let someone spoil their sex!

After the inspection, she sat back down on the bed. Her seductive and red lips blew gently towards his

face, "Lie still and don't move. I'll eat you up very gently!"

Late at night, all was silent.

Everyone was in a deep sleep.

No one knew that there was a tender sex in the ward.

...

4:00 AM.

Only an obscure desk lamp was turned on in the ward.

The dim light reflected Lyra's sleeping face, tinting her delicate eyebrows with extreme beauty.

She, on the other hand, was the poison that Malcolm was willing to indulge in.

Malcolm, dressed in a hospital gown, sat at the bedside and quietly admired her sleeping face.

His bony fingers gently stroked her forehead, eyebrows, nose and then lips, outlining the beauty of her

face.

Lyra slept soundly. She was exhausted after sex.

Malcolm kissed on her forehead.

A very soft bird call suddenly came from outside the door.

It was Chad who could not open the door and did not dare to open it, but could only try quietly with a All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

code.

Malcolm lightened his steps and answered.

Without waiting for Chad to say anything, he made a shushing gesture, "Rara's tired. Don't wake her

up."

Then the two walked to the end of the aisle.

"Say it."

Chad was about to say but glanced at Malcolm's hospital gown. His neck and collarbone had red

bruises, and Chad's eyes went wide with shock.

"Holly crap! Boss how do you ... hurt again?"

Malcolm glanced down at the large and small hickeys on his body.

Not only did he not rush to cover up, but also very shamelessly lifted, showing to Chad with a look of

pleasure.

"Rara's masterpiece. How is it? Isn't it beautiful?"