After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 121 Don't act and speak properly

Keith beat him up, so he deserved it?

Was Keith that important to her?

Melvin was upset!

Quite unpleasant!

If he could, he would like to put Keith in a sack and pack him up tomorrow and throw him to Antarctica

to feed the penguins!

Feeling the sudden resentment deep in his back on the bed, the corners of Lyra's mouth hooked

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But the injury on his back did look a bit harsh.

"Seventeen, apply medication on him."

Seventeen, who was suddenly cued, was confused, "Huh? Me?"

Lyra gave him a stare, "Do I have to do it myself?"

"Okay."

Seventeen had a bitter look on his face.

This son of bitch was not moral. He just tried to trap his Master Keith. Can he can give him poison?

Although he was very reluctant, the lady stared at him and he can only go to get the medical kit.

The arrangement was almost done. Lyra turned her head and was ready to go, when a pair of broad

hands behind her suddenly held her wrist.

"Lyra, talk to me for a minute ..."

Melvin had changed direction to lie, did not look up and his voice in the quilt was low. His long curly

eyelashes were shaking slightly, which looked "delicate" with his pale face.

Lyra glanced at him indifferently, "My time is precious. I don't have time to talk with you. Let go."

She deliberately emphasized her words to remind him of his current status.

Melvin didn't move and didn't let go of his hand.

"Lyra, I endured this alone for six hours this afternoon. It really hurts. The marble tiles in the living room

are so cold. I'm lying with the stiff body. For the sake of my admission of punishment, just talk for a

while ..."

His voice was soft, like the brush of a feather and more like a wounded beast trying to beg for comfort.

A man lying on the living room floor for six hours?

Lyra wrinkled her eyebrows and swept her gaze to Eighteen, who was standing at one side.

Eighteen lowered his head in horror, "I ... thought Mr. Freeman was doing housework and fainted.

That's why I didn't ..."

It was over. The more he described, the suspicious he became.

Fearing that all the blames would be put on him alone, Eighteen hurriedly shut his mouth and retreated,

closing the door in the process.

With the sound of the door closing, the room fell completely silent.

Lyra looked down at Melvin, who was covered in the blanket, "What are you trying to say?"

Melvin took her wrist and didn't let go, "You went to Keith's for the past two days, how was it?"

Hmm?

Lyra frowned.

He pretended to be so soft and pitiful, just to talk about all this nonsense?

"Don't talk nonsense. Mr. Lloyd is gentle and considerate. Of course I'm doing well."

Knowing that she was mocking, Melvin changed his expression to a serious one and tried to say, "I've

heard that the Lloyd family is very demanding of their children and grandchildren's spouses. Do you

think Keith would fight against the whole family for you?"

Did Keith marry her?

Oh, the big joke.

Lyra gave him a sarcastic look, "That's my business. You don't seem to have the qualifications to be in

my business."

Melvin saw her expression, and his thin lips hooked up into a smile.

"It seems he didn't intend to let the Lloyd family know of your existence, so you're only his mistress?"

Lyra listened and laughed, "No men in this world can sugar me, and I am afraid that only I can sugar

others."

This was clearly too arrogant to be true.

But it was she who said that and it didn't have the slightest sense of incongruity.

Melvin narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking carefully about the deep meaning of her words.

If she can really have this kind of capital, she was definitely from the Lloyd family.

So maybe she and Keith were related by blood? That they can't be lovers at all?

Wouldn't that mean that all their previous intimate acts were only between relatives?

Although this idea was only his guess, it was not confirmed.

Melvin privately hoped it was true.

He was lost in thought, and Lyra saw that he kept saying meaningless and jealous words and turned

her head to leave again.

Because of Melvin's grip on her wrist, Lyra didn't make it and got a little annoyed: "Melvin, what the hell

are you trying to do?"

The man who was scolded by her raised his miserable wan face and looked at her pitifully, "Lyra, my

back hurts. Will you blow it for me?"

"Hmm?"

Lyra was thunderstruck by these words. How came she didn't find him so mushy before?

"Did you get punched in the back or in the head? Speak properly!"

Melvin was speechless

He was really painful and tired, and wanted her to comfort a few words.

Lyra saw that he was silent, forcibly broke his grip on her wrist and was about to go out.

Behind him, Melvin, however, said suddenly in a deep voice, "I left to the mountain range between

neighbor city and Frayton. The reason why I came back late is because I was chased by a group of

people, and those are the people sent by Collin."

Lyra's footsteps paused.

Collin had sent someone to kill him?

Keith had only told her about Melvin's whereabouts and his temporary absence, but without telling her

that the reason Melvin stayed was because of Collin.

She suddenly remembered Melvin's reaction after she injected him with the special drug the day he

first came back, so the injury on his waist was made by Collin's men?

Lyra stopped standing by the door for a moment before responding with a smile, "Why are you telling

me this all of a sudden? You think I care about you?"

After saying that, she opened the door of the room and went out.

Seventeen was waiting outside the door and had an odd expression on his face when she saw her

come out.

"Miss?"

She looked back at the medical kit Eleven was holding, "Go in and medicate him."

"Yes."

Seventeen bowed slightly and watched her leave the second floor before going into Melvin's room.

Melvin was getting out of his head.

Seeing Lyra's reaction just now that she looked quite surprised, it seemed to have nothing to do with

her ...

He lightly exhaled a breath. Something in his heart suddenly released a lot.

"Hello, Mr. Freeman?"

Seventeen interrupted him with a bad attitude, "Take your shirt off and lie down. I'll put on the

medicine!"

Melvin took the medical kit from his hand, "No, I'll do it myself. You go out."

"How are you going to get on yourself when you're hurt in the back? Miss Carroll can touch it, but I

can't touch you?"

Melvin was expressionless, "I'm not used to men touching me."

What kind of odd habit was this?

However, Seventeen couldn't wait, "That's what you said. Don't tell this in front of the lady when the

time comes."

Even so, Seventeen came out of the room and went up to the third floor to report the matter to Lyra.

"If he likes to be masochistic, do as he pleases. Don't worry about it. You can continue with your

business."

The door was open, and the Lyra was standing by the window. Her voice was not too small.

Melvin heard it all downstairs, and his eyebrows knitted tightly.

It seemed that the beating he received was not worthwhile at all, neither did he get a slightly pitying

look from her, but also received a bunch of deserved, self-abuse sarcasm.

It was not worth it!

He rubbed some of the swelling cream on his back and went to bed.

The next morning, he got up late.

Yesterday he was beaten up, and climbed the pipe, so his physical strength was really depleted to the

limit.

By the time he woke up, Lyra was no longer in the villa and, for the first time in his life, did not give him

a hard time.

Melvin, still feeling a bit rare, began to do the usual chores.

Ever since he learned that Lyra and Keith could possibly be related, he'd been happy inside.

It was just the opposite of the mood of the previous days.

When Chad finished the investigation, perhaps he can be solved many mysteries about Lyra!

That afternoon, however, he made dinner as usual and waited for Lyra to leave work.

Lyra was back, but followed by two men he hated.

Keith and Garrett.