After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 330 Snowy day is a good day to miss

Malcolm ignored his whining and continued on with his own words, "Is there snow on the ground?"

Keith's anger was ignored. He got no place to vent out his anger, and glanced at the snowy garden

very impatiently.

"It just snows this evening. No thick snow. Only the leaves are stained with a lot of snow."

Malcolm listened quietly. He sketched that image in his mind, and his thin, pale and frail lips held a rare

smile, "Is it pretty?"

In the garden, the dim streetlights reflect the snow-filled sky, but it was quite beautiful.

But Keith didn't feel like enjoying the snow. He was so sleepy and just wanted to go back under the

comforter and sleep.

Malcolm, however, seemed excited. He spread his palms to catch the snowflakes outside the balcony,

"Will it be snowing in Europe Swye too? Will Rara be watching it like I do?"

So he was thinking about Rara again. Keith was a bit moved and sighed softly without saying anything.

"We're looking at the same sky. Can she feel that I'm missing her? I really miss...miss her so much ..."

He was so cold that he could barely make a sound. His voice was extremely weak. No one knew how

long he had been there in the cold wind.

But when telling his missing for Rara, his empty black eyes were as if there were stars of light.

Keith, who was next to him, was a little touched. He softened his tone, "Although it's the same sky, it

should be daytime there. If she knows that you ran out in the middle of the night to torture your body,

she will be very distressed. The most important thing you should do now is to cooperate with us in the

treatment, protect your body and wait for her to come back."

"Why don't I help you back inside? I'll make you a bowl of ginger tea later to ward off the coldness. If

you get a cold or a fever tomorrow, Micah and I will have our hands full again. And Rara will be

worried."

Malcolm, still seriously feeling the snow falling on his palms, continued, "You tell me this morning that

she wouldn't marry Anthony for the serum. Is that real?"

Hmm...

Keith didn't really know, but in order to stabilize him, he had to keep making it up.

"Of course it's real. Rara said, she already has a foolproof way to get the serum. You just need to wait

for her at most half of a month, she will be back, not to mention that there is Chad, the elite trained by

the National Investigation Bureau. You should rest assured. "

Malcolm did feel more at ease when he heard Keith say that.

With Chad and his nature, he would risk his life to protect Rara.

But he wanted them both back safe and sound!

"Come on, back to the bedroom."

Keith picked up his arms, took him back to his room, turned on the heater for him, and went downstairs

to make ginger tea.

The outskirts of Gellegno, European Swye.

The cook came to bring the food at noon. Because Lyra was not used to the taste of food in this place,

she just ate a little to make sure she would not be hungry.

In the middle of the afternoon, the temperature plummeted and it snowed quickly.

It snowed a lot, and in half an hour the whole yard was covered with a layer of snow.

Because it was a suburb, there were less high buildings and the snow was extraordinarily beautiful.

Lyra stood by the window enjoying the snow. Staring at the snow-capped mountains, she was lost in

thought.

Chad came over and handed her a thick cloak and closed the window for her, "It's much colder here

than in Crana. Miss Lyra wear more."

Lyra didn't refuse and put the cloak on herself.

She still had very important tasks to do, had to take care of her health, and must not get sick.

Chad looked at her who was forlorn, and asked softly, "Are you missing Mr. Malcolm?"

Lyra nodded, still looking at the snow out the window, "What a nice view! I was going to take a picture

and share it with him but I remember my phone was confiscated and ... he can't see it now."

Chad's heart throbbed.

He looked at Lyra's lost look and felt unhappy. He didn't know how dejected Lyra was feeling in that he

himself already felt terrible this way.

Because of these words, the atmosphere in this room suddenly became very gloomy and sad.

Chad wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how to.

The silence in the living room was eventually broken by a knock on the door.

The two immediately withdrew their thoughts.

Lyra looked to the monitors on the table, and Chad understood, installed all the monitors back to their

original positions, then walked quickly upstairs, went to his room and locked the door.

The knock on the door was getting more and more urgent and the person who was knocking seemed

to be waiting a bit anxiously.

Lyra didn't panic and went to open the door.

The moment when the door was opened, she saw a man who was in a reserved mink fur coat. His face

did not have the trace of torments in High-order Prison but restored to the exquisite good look of the

past. Her blue eyes narrowed and he smiled warmly and evilly at the same time, simply more beautiful

than a woman.

He was covered in snow, as if he couldn't wait to get here.

This face, this person, if she saw him seven years ago, Lyra should be stunned.

But now, even he had the best appearance, as long as it was related to Anthony, it will make her

incredibly sick.

"I haven't seen you for almost a week. You look like a human being, but unfortunately, under this skin is

a dirty and unpleasant heart, a beastly thing."

Shortly after he arrived here, she said sarcastic words to him. Anthony did not get angry, but laughed a

lot.

"Lyra, you're so sweet. Long time no see, you are still so beautiful. You deserve to be the woman I like."

Lyra was aloof and inclined her head to look at the snow out the window, not bothering with his levity.

Anthony walked into the living room naturally, unbuttoned his coat and threw it on the couch, "Are you

getting used to living here? Is the lunch to your liking? If you don't like it, I can rearrange it."

Lyra walked over to the side couch and sat down, pouring herself a cup of tea, "It's you who spoil my

appetite. Why don't you take a knife to kill yourself?"

"If I die, how can I still marry you? And, you will not get the super virus serum. Malcolm also has to die,

so my life is really valuable!" Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

She was getting sick of these statements from Anthony.

"I blame my previous blindness. I can't believe I didn't see that you are a human-faced pervert. Back

then when I was a child, you taught me how to use a gun. I should have shot you."

Anthony was amused by her and laughed uncontrollably, "Lyra, you're so cute. I like you more. We're

going to have a fun after we get married!"

After saying this, his blue eyes stared straight at Lyra.

Lyra didn't bother to listen to his continued bullshit, "I'm here now. When are you going to give the

serum to me?"

"There is no hurry. I'll wait for you to get familiar with here a few days first. In short, we need to get a

license first, then do the wedding. After the wedding ceremony, we'll have sex and I will definitely give it

to you personally."

Lyra's hands, hidden under the cloak, clenched abruptly.

Sex?

If he even touched a hair on her head, she can be sick to death.

If the day ever came when we had to have a sex, she would like to drag him to death with her!

She resisted the impulse to kill him immediately, found her sanity little by little, sneered and asked in

return.

"It looks as if you aren't one hundred percent sure of getting the serum yourself, right? I heard it before

I came. That is the royal stuff, and there is only one even in even European Swye. How can the current

king give you this?"