The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 142 Such a coincidence?

When he thought about this, his heart didn't feel so bad.

These were the experiences she once encountered in the Freeman family, and he was now just

redoing them all over again.

After paying it back and not owing it, would everything go back to the original point?

Thinking about this, he clenched his fists, braced himself for consciousness and put his posture on his

knees standard.

This downpour late at night .

Melvin had been kneeling in the garden for two hours, and Lyra had been standing by the window and

sill watching for two hours.

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Tonight it was Eleven who was on duty, and he was hiding in the shadows, watching him as well.

Obviously because of the special drugs, Melvin's body was very weak. From beginning's firmness to

the gradually shaking body, his back was still straight while kneeling.

Eleven really admired him.

Even if he was on his knees, he looked noble, and he would not let anyone have the idea of belittling

him at all.

Such a man, Eleven can't bear to see him being like that.

He thought and struggled, but quietly entered the villa and knocked on Lyra's door.

"Come in."

Eleven walked in and stood a short distance behind Lyra.

Lyra didn't turn around. Her stayed on the man who was kneeling in the garden, and her face was

expressionless, "What's wrong?"

Eleven gulped, "Miss, Mr. Freeman's current physique, I'm afraid he can't kneel ..."

Lyra sneered: "So what? I didn't force him to kneel this time. He likes to cheat me in the name of paying

off his debt, so let him act."

"Miss ..."

"Get out."

As soon as Lyra closed the curtains, she went straight to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for

bed.

Eleven sighed and could only exit and go back to her post.

...

The rain continued and only gradually stopped in the early morning.

Melvin did not know how long he had been kneeling, only that his knees had been numb to the point of

no sensation, and his body was so stiff that he could not feel a trace of heat.

Although the rain had stopped, the wind in the face was still like a knife cutting him.

When Eleven came out, he was a little surprised to see that he was actually holding on hard.

"Mr. Freeman, that's enough. You can get up."

Was that enough?

Melvin's gloomy white lips involuntarily hooked up. He came through. Did it mean that this matter can

be turned over? Did it mean that his debt will be paid off?

He tried to support his body to stand up. He suddenly slacked down but felt uncontrollable drowsy, and

his vision also gradually became black ...

"Mr. Freeman? Mr. Freeman!"

Eleven touched his forehead. It was extremely hot. Even if he fainted, his whole body still can not

restrain the cold shiver.

It rained all night. He had a high fever!

Eleven hurriedly took him back to his room and went upstairs to ask Lyra for instructions.

Lyra had just woken up and was sitting at her dressing table combing her hair.

Learning that he had fainted on his knees, Lyra paused slightly, with little expression on her face, and

continued to comb her hair, "Got it. Go get a doctor for him."

"Yes."

The doctor came and prescribed fever-reducing medication and injection.

An hour later, figuring that he was almost awake, Lyra went down to the second floor and went into

Melvin's room.

She sat next to Melvin's bed, expressionlessly waiting. She lowered her eyes. No one knew what she

was thinking.

Melvin woke up in a daze. His vision was still blurred, but as soon as he tilted his head he saw the

familiar figure beside the bed and subconsciously grabbed her wrist.

"Lyra, have you ... forgiven me?"

His fever hadn't completely subsided and his hand was sizzling hot when he held Lyra.

Lyra wrinkled her eyebrows, did not break his hand, but felt disgusted, "I ask you one last time. Where

did you send the person?"

Hearing these words, Melvin's hand slowly loosened.

It seemed that he was also angry. He rolled over, turned his back to her, closed his eyes and faked

sleep as if he could not hear her words at all.

Lyra's patience had been completely exhausted.

"Since you have so much guts and refuse to say, then I don't need to continue the nonsense. You sent

her away. I am sure to make you pay for it. Why don't you just suffer that sin for her?"

When she finished, she called out towards the door, "Eleven, Fifteen come in!"

The two men walked into the room in a disciplined manner.

Lyra smiled cruelly, "Send him to the prison, and instruct to take extra care of him!"

As soon as Eleven heard this, he immediately stepped forward to plead for mercy.

"Miss, you can't! With Mr. Freeman's current physical condition, he will be dead within three days!"

Lyra gave him a cold look, "Fine, then you can go in for him. I'll take extra care of you."

Eleven's sympathy was suddenly curbed and he had no choice but to follow Fifteen to pull Melvin out of

bed.

Melvin was still burning.

As he fell asleep with his back to Lyra, he dazedly heard her say something about jail?

When Eleven and Fifteen came over, he broke away from the two and firmly refused to get out of bed,

looking at Lyra with a puzzled expression, "I'm just sending Garrett out of the country, not to jail. Who

am I going to jail for?"

Lyra gave a hearty laugh.

"Does it have something to do with Garrett? You think this is going to be over just because you're

rambling on? Take him away!"

Melvin was confused for a second and quickly reacted to the fact that he might have misunderstood

last night.

Just as Eleven and Fifteen got the order to come forward and forcefully rip him out of bed, he

obediently fell in Lyra's direction and flung himself down at her feet.

Lyra's feet subconsciously shrank back.

Melvin pounced and raised his face with a serious look, "I don't know which thing you're talking about,

but I really didn't do anything except this Garrett thing!"

Lyra ground her teeth and pinched his cheek with warning.

"You were the one who admitted to getting Charlotte last night, and now you're denying it. Don't you

think it's too late?"

Charlotte?

Melvin was stunned, but his expression was determined, "What Charlotte? Shouldn't she be well

behind bars?"

Lyra pursed her lips and stopped answering. She was still looking at him with icy coldness, as if to see

how much longer he could act.

Melvin knew she didn't believe it at all, "Lyra, I really didn't do this. The reason I wanted to divorce you

before was I always thought the girl who saved me thirteen years ago was Charlotte, then I realized

Charlotte wasn't. and I even asked you once. Do you remember?"

Lyra thought about it. That seemed to be Charlotte's hospitalization after she was seriously injury. He

defended her in front of the media and asked about that thing.

"What are you trying to illustrate?"

There was a light layer of mist in his dark eyes and he stared at her closely, "From that moment on, I

just knew that Charlotte lied to me. And not long ago I learned that you were the girl who saved me, so

Lyra, you have to believe me that everything I did all this time, I meant it."

He coughed.

He continued, "I was just upset that Garrett was going to propose to you last night, so I quietly got rid of

him. I really had no idea about this Charlotte thing!"

Lyra saw the earnestness of his words and thought about what happened to Garrett last night. Indeed,

that was a bit strange too.

Two things just collided. Would it be such a coincidence?