The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 509 When three people walk together, there must be a third wheel

Anthony smiled at her from afar.

His blue and deep eyes would be flooded with admiration only at the sight of her.

After coming out of the interrogation room, he seemed to have gone to get a haircut and, by the way,

shaved his beard.

In addition to the skin that was rougher than before, his face was still as good-looking as before expect

the feeling of vicissitude.

Lyra stood still and watched quietly as Anthony approached her.

She asked, "How do you get here?"

"I want to see my sister, but I didn't expect you to be there. It just so happens I went to a mall to buy

some gifts after signing a bill from the National Investigation Bureau, so can I have a dinner at Lyre

Spiti tonight?"

Lyra thought about it and didn't refuse, "Sure, little Spencer and Momo will be very happy if they know

they are going to see their godfather."

Anthony smiled with satisfaction.

He always smiled in front of Lyra, and his emotions were always the most genuine.

Lyra: "I heard from Rebecca that you got beat up by Shane for helping me steal the penthouse potion.

Was it serious? Are you feeling better?"

Anthony smiled and thought it didn't matter, "I almost get well. Just got beaten by canes. They're

superficial injuries. It didn't hurt."

"That's good."

Lyra was standing in a restrained manner. She always felt weird talking to Anthony alone like this, and

was only comfortable when Malcolm was with her.

They were silent for a minute. No one spoke, and the silence was a bit eerie.

Anthony's eyes were always on Lyra's face. No one knew what he was thinking.

Lyra looked away just in time to see a luxury car with a familiar license plate into view.

The limousine stopped and Malcolm, who had changed his uniform, stepped out of the car and walked

towards Lyra without looking sideways.

"Honey, I'm just waiting for you." Lyra smiled. As she sensed that Malcolm's mood was not good, her

voice was gentle and soothing, "We're going to have a lot of fun at home again tonight, so why don't we

call Chad and Keira over for dinner to witness Spencer and Momo's first time to see their godfather."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Malcolm restrained himself from being cold and sullen. He naturally took her hand, declared his

sovereignty, and kissed her on the forehead.

Anthony stared at the two's clasped hands. His lips were pursed, and he watched them without a word.

After the public display of affection, Malcolm only raised an eyebrow to look at him, "Will you get on the

car and go back to Lyre Spiti together with us?"

Although he said so, there was no real enthusiasm on Malcolm's face to invite him.

Obviously, they were just a couple of polite words.

But Anthony, like a man who didn't know how to trim the sails, smiled and nodded, "Mr. Malcolm, you're

too generous to refuse, so let's go back together."

Malcolm's dark eyes instantly went cold, and stared at him.

Lyra clearly felt the atmosphere gradually became unusual.

She pulled Malcolm in the direction of the limousine, "It's late. I'm starving. Let's get back."

Malcolm withdrew his eyes and helped her open the door. His left arm carefully pressed the top edge of

the car to prevent her from bumping her head.

When she sat in, he leaned over and helped her put on the seat belt.

Anthony noticed his tenderness, silently put the gifts he bought for Spencer and Molly into the trunk,

and then sat in the back row.

The three just "weirdly" went back to Lyre Spiti together.

When they arrived home, Malcolm went into the kitchen to cook, while Lyra and Anthony, who was

carrying a large bag of gifts, went to the fourth floor nursery together.

Because Malcolm didn't feel comfortable with the two being alone in a room, he called Chad and asked

him and Keira to hurry over as his human surveillance.

In the nursery.

Anthony took out the new toys he bought and played with Molly

Molly seemed to know that he was her godfather. She was giggling, looked innocent, and seemed to

like Anthony very much.

Lyra went over to take a look and saw that his eyes were glued to Molly. His blue eyes were seemingly

mellowed by the little cutie.

She laughed, "It looks like you daughters. I haven't seen you look at little Spencer since you came in."

In front of the babies, Anthony spoke softly. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Selfishly, I do want to have a daughter, but as long as it's your baby, male or female, I love them both."

He picked up the little toy he bought for Spencer and turned around to coax Spencer who was in the

crib. He treated them equally.

Lyra saw that he really liked the babies and didn't say anything. Then she played with the babies

together with him.

Anthony turned his head to look at her, and had a heartfelt smile.

He just felt that it was peaceful. How nice it would be if the time could be fixed in this moment forever.

"Rara, I heard something happened to the Lloyd family before the babies were born. You had an extra

sister?"

The smile on Lyra's face gradually froze and soon she smiled again. Continuing to coax Spencer and

Molly, she answered casually, "Yes, my father's illegitimate daughter. She committed many sins."

Anthony was slightly concerned, "Did she hurt you?"

"Nothing serious. How can she possibly fight me with her little ability?"

Looking at Lyra's usual light-hearted and bright expression, Anthony smiled heartily, "That's for sure.

How can anyone be more powerful than you?"

Lyra stared at him while oddly narrowing her eyes, "I'll take that as a compliment."

"Naturally, I'm complimenting you." She was the only apple in his eyes.

He sighed softly and backed to the topic, "When Reginald passed away, I saw on a news that there

was another person of Lloyd family passed away as well. I believe it was this illegitimate daughter?"

Lyra nodded, and as if she thought of something, her tone was low, "Whether she's dead or not, my

family will never recognize her again, and I won't give her the chance to mess up."

Anthony's expression turned serious as well.

So it sounded like this matter was not so simple. There were some turns and twists.

He was about to continue asking when the door to the nursery was pushed open.

Chad took Keira in. As soon as they came in, they saw Lyra and Anthony were holding a small toy and

played with Spencer. Why was there a ... weird harmony?

If Malcolm had seen this, he would have exploded on the spot.

"Ahem, it won't be too intrusive for us to come in and check on the little ones, will it?" Chad cleared his

throat.

His hand behind his back gently poked Keira's waist.

Keira had the good sense to walk into the room and sat on a bench between Lyra and Anthony, acting

as a human barrier.

The four of them were talking and laughing with the little ones.

More than half an hour later.

Malcolm, who was downstairs, was just finishing cooking the dinner.

Lyra opened a few bottles of good red wine and all four drank a few glasses o fit. Superficially, they

were talking and laughing.

After the meal, Lyra asked Twelve to drive Anthony back to Callahan Residence because he didn't

have a car.

Malcolm, however, took the unprecedented step of sending the half-drunk Chad home.

Lyra didn't stop him but went upstairs to take a shower.

By the time she finished her shower and got out of the bathroom, Malcolm had returned from dropping

off Chad and was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was slightly drunken, and his faced blushed but

was still handsome with a not-so-happy expression.

Lyra gave him an odd stare, ignored him, and sat down at the makeup table to do skincare.

"Hey hey! What!"

Malcolm's sturdy arms wrapped her waist from behind and lifted her directly from the chair with

strength.

Lyra's fair and thin legs swung in the air.

She was afraid when she was struggling, she would kick his testicles. So she simply didn't move and

let him hold himself to the bed to sit.

Malcolm didn't sit down, but stood in front of her and stared at her.

Lyra remembered that the few times when Malcolm denounced her for her crimes, he had also put her

on the edge of the bed like this and stared at her.

What was wrong with him ... tonight?