After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 383 Furious Malcolm is punished to kneel on the wash board

Caesar could not sustain this force and fell back several steps. The corners of his mouth were bleeding

and swollen.

Lyra was startled, but she looked inexplicably timorous when she saw the angry initiator.

"Mel, why are you here?"

Malcolm stared at her and gritted his teeth, "If I don't come, are you really going to keep me in the

dark?"

"Uh...you misunderstood. It's just a casual meal."

Lyra finished her explanation and rushed to check on Caesar, "Are you okay?"

Caesar wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, "It hurts a little, but I'm okay."

He was spoiled at home, and never received a beating. He did not expect this time once abroad, and

received a punch from Malcolm.

"Sorry, I'll ask Kellie to send you to the nearest hospital. I'll be responsible for your medical expenses

and damage fee!"

Caesar refused, "No, it's a minor injury."

"You need it! You are the representative of European Swye. I'm sorry about tonight. Malcolm

misunderstood. I apologize to you ... eh eh! What are you doing!"

Before she could finish her words, her body was suddenly picked up by Malcolm, then he walked

towards the Shelby supercar parked at the curb without looking back.

"Mel ..."

Lyra wrapped her arms around his neck and was about to say that she wanted him to let her down

when she saw that his face looked so infuriated.

Obviously, he was angry. If she didn't appease his emotions, he would make a scene after they went

back home.

Thinking of this, Lyra could only turn back to Caesar who was still frozen in place, "Sorry, I can't have

dinner with you tonight. I'll let Kellie entertain you! When I'm free in a few days, I'll treat you to dinner

again!"

What she meant by this was that if it didn't work tonight, they would do it again next time.

Malcolm's chest was on fire and his lungs were about to explode.

He coldly turned back to Caesar and gritted his teeth, "This is Crana. Your European Swye's etiquette

won't work here. You want to take advantage to molest my wife? Perish your thought!"

After his words, he lowered his eyes, implying a hostile threat.

The black Shelby supercar roared angrily down the highway and soon disappeared into the night.

...

Lyra was carried back to Lyre Spiti.

Malcolm scowled and carefully positioned her on the edge of the bed.

He stood in front of Lyra and stared at her, with his chest still heaving violently. He was still angry.

Lyra gently tugged on his pant legs, tilted up her little face, and explained in a sweet voice.

"I know how to behave. The scene you saw when you came over was not real. Caesar helped me at

European Swye before, so I allowed him to greet me with hand-kissing!"

Malcolm grunted coldly and the sulking in his ink eyes was unabated.

"He's just looking for an excuse to kiss your hand! The way he looked at you was wrong! He's

obviously very fond of you!"

Malcolm was so angry that his body quivered, "Lyra Lloyd, you're getting married next month! How dare

you try to hide it from your husband and go to dinner alone with another man! And allow another man

to kiss you casually!"

Lyra was speechless, "I told you. It's just a casual dinner! Besides, do you think I'm going to cheat on

you? Is your trust in me that weak?"

She also got a little angry and her tone began to be serious.

Malcolm pulled out his phone, found out the chat log and pointed to the message Lyra had sent him.

He was so angry that his fingers were shaking.

"How do you want me to believe you? It's obvious that you went to dinner with him alone, but you said

it was a group of people. And there were both men and women!"

"Lyra Lloyd! How dare you lie to me for Caesar Gary!"

He growled, and his eyes were red.

His eyes, which were watery, not only burned with anger, but also felt incomparably aggrieved.

Recently he had been busy preparing for the wedding. And during the day he worried about her

opening ceremony and whether she would encounter danger. As a result, he hadn't have a proper

lunch.

What about Lyra Lloyd?

She was lying and cheating on him!

She went to dinner with another man behind his back!

And she allowed another man to kiss her hand!

Unbelievable! Unforgivable!

For the first time, he glared at Lyra with fire and vitriol.

Lyra, however, looked at him with a shocked face and said in an unbelievable tone, "You yell at me?"

His eyelashes trembled, with unabated anger, but his tone became unconsciously small, "I did not!"

Lyra's eyes got red, "You did! How loudly you just yelled! You have forgotten the the fifty family

instructions that Micah gave you so quickly, haven't you?"

Instantly, Lyra gained the upper hand of the argument, and her voice immediately became louder.

"The reason why I did not tell you the truth is I'm afraid that you'll think too much and be annoyed. My

initial intentions are good, and I do know how to behave myself!"

"You came aggressively to arrest me today and hit him. Making it look like I cheat on you. That's

outrageous!"

Malcolm furrowed his eyebrows, and was inwardly aggrieved, "I'm overdoing it? He was trying to kiss

my wife's hand! I didn't kill him on the spot because he helped you before."

"And, Lyra Lloyd, you lied today! You lied to me and you're justified? It's obvious you were wrong!" Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Being yelled at by her name all the time, Lyra also got angry and looked at him indifferently, "You said I

lied to you, that's what I did! What do you want? You want to break the engagement again? Say you're

tired of being with me and don't love me anymore?"

Malcolm was dumbfounded by her words.

Just with the mention of the dissolution of engagement, he did not take advantage of it.

"What can I do, Lyra Lloyd? What else can I do with you?"

He roared furiously.

In the monstrous anger, he turned around angrily, opened the closet's door, took out the piece of wash

board inside and threw it to the wall.

Then he walked over, faced the wall and knelt down as if he was venting.

His broad and straight back was still violently heaving, indicating that his inner anger had not been

vented, and his fists were clenched tight.

Lyra was confused by his sudden action.

"What are you doing here again?"

Malcolm turned around and said angrily, "Can't you see!? I'm on my knees!"

From his righteous tone, Lyra thought he wanted to tear down the closet, but the result was to kneel on

the wash board?

What was he doing?

She was exasperated, "Didn't you say I made a mistake? Then why are you kneeling? I didn't punish

you!"

Malcolm's nose was sore. His eyes were watery and his heart was aching with anger. And the pain in

his knees made him more and more aggrieved.

"Then what can I do!? You're pregnant. I can't hit, scold, or spare you like this ... You've obviously made

a mistake, and you're still justified. I can't do anything about it!"

"I can only blame myself for not being able to control you! I couldn't control my emotions. I yelled at you

and was mean to you! This is all my fault, so I punished myself to kneel on the board for one night to

reflect on my fault clearly!"

The more he said, the heavier his nasal voice sounded. He straightened his back, and the posture of

kneeling was standard.

Lyra had no idea what to say.

How did he manage to say such aggrieved words in a fierce tone?