The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 519 The children are an accident, but my wife is the treasure

Would be able to have sex?

Malcolm's dark eyes glowed with excitement.

As long as they could have sex, anything was fine.

It was just crying in front of his wife. There was nothing to be ashamed of!

He bit his lower lip, forced his eyes redden, looked back at her and admitted being defeated softly.

"Honey, I'm sorry. Next time I will never make a fool of myself. Don't beat me. My ass is swollen."

Lyra lowered her eyes and looked at the wound behind him.

The skin was indeed swollen and red with the water droplets.

She admired her masterpiece, " Mel, your butt looks even better. It's called the quick butt augmentation

method. Top quality and excellent service."

Malcolm was speechless.

He suppressed the evil intent in his heart and asked, "I've given in. Shouldn't you keep your promise

and let's do it?"

Lyra put down the bath brush and nodded.

The moment the weapon wasn't there, her wrist was clutched by Malcolm and pulled under the shower.

The aggressive could no longer be concealed.

"Rara, you got what you want. So is it your turn to cry first?"

"Me ..."

Without waiting for her to speak, Malcolm clutched her wrists and the positions were instantly switched.

Lyra was pinned against the wall and Malcolm circled her from behind.

After there was no obstruction, it was a reckless attack.

Thinking about the trip tomorrow, Lyra shyly cautioned, "Don't do it too many times. How will I get out

tomorrow? Stop it and be gentle."

Malcolm was noncommittal, pinned his chin on her shoulder and said, following her tone, "It's called the

strong body method. Top quality and best technique."

Lyra was very speechless.

This was clearly called she was asking for it.

After the shower, Lyra's legs were weak and her back hurt so much that she couldn't stand up straight.

Malcolm thoughtfully wrapped her in a towel, carried her to the bed, brought a hair dryer and stood

patiently by the bed to dry her damp hair.

Lyra was really tired. She lowered her head, leaned against his waist, closed her eyes and slept

slightly.

She was like a good-looking doll and let him do whatever he wanted.

After ten minutes or so, the hair was blow-dried and Malcolm moved Lyra carefully under the comforter.

In the darkness, Malcolm pressed against her and kissed her lightly on her brow, eyes and nose ...

She woke up from a drowsy sleep with a kiss.

"What are you doing at night?"

"Hungry. Rara, do you want a late night snack?"

Lyra, who understood what he meant in seconds, was gradually angry.

She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, "Malcolm ..."

As she just spoke, her soft lips were immediately blocked.

Lyra's struggle to resist was nipped out directly in the cradle before it even began.

She wanted to curse!

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The first night of the honeymoon was kicked off by sex.

Lyra was really tired and slept soundly til noon.

She was hungry. As if sensing the temptation of food, she woke up little by little.

She vaguely smelled the food.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, supported her waist to sit up, and saw the busy figure in the dining room.

The presidential suite was large.

There were living room, bathroom, dining room and bedroom, which were fully equipped with luxurious

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The only drawback was that there were no doors except the bathrooms.

She just sat on the bed and watched quietly for a while.

In the dining room, the man was in white shirt and suit pants. His broad shoulders and narrow waist

made his body proportion perfect.

The cuffs of the shirt were pulled up, revealing a small section of fine and good-looking arms.

He was putting dishes on the table, all of which were delivered by the hotel's five-star chef, who

personally prepared the feast.

Lyra admired her sexy husband, and her stomach had long been rumbling under the seduction of the

smell of the dishes.

She lightened the movement, put on her slippers, and quietly walked behind Malcolm.

When he wasn't paying attention, she caressed his arse and pinched his elastic skin.

Malcolm indulged, concentrating on setting the meal on the table.

Lyra teased him as she looked at the food on the table, "Your ass is so strong and beatable. It was red

and swollen from the shower brush last night, and now there's no trace of swelling."

Malcolm turned back to her, took the back of her head in his big palm and leaned down to kiss on her

soft lips.

He rubbed the tip of her nose again, and at close range, he spoke softly in his low voice.

"Because it is exclusive to you. How can it be used by you at all times if it is not stronger and more

resistant?"

Lyra's cheeks blushed and she pushed him away, "You're bad. You're getting sweeter and sweeter."

Malcolm did not retreat but wrapped his arms around her waist, "I have not changed. It is because I

have been too busy for a while and have not been able to have a good time with you as a couple."

She nodded her head. It was indeed.

Some time ago, because of Melissa and Keith, Anthony was involved. In the daily life, their babies

needed to be taken care of.

It'd been a long time since they had not spent time alone like this in a two-person world.

She hugged Malcolm's strong waist and rested her head on his broad chest, "Yes, it's been a hard time

for you. When the bidding session is over, and if our babies are being taken care of pretty well over

there, we'll stay in Atria for a while longer, or at least travel for a week before we go back. How about

that?"

Malcolm rubbed her hair contentedly, "Sure."

For him, the children were just an accident but his wife was the only baby in the world.

Anyone who got in the way should get lose.

The two talked and had a pleasant lunch.

After the meal, Malcolm helped Lyra massage her still sore and tender back.

Only after she got over that sluggishness did she call Quinn, Nil Grey's assistant, and arrange for a car

to take them to visit the Great Museum.

Because it was her first time in Atria, Lyra was very interested in the cultural products here and wore a

pair of gold-rimmed glasses on purpose to visit very carefully.

Malcolm took her hand and never let go of it.

The two were like a young couple who was passionately in love, making Quinn envious.

During the visit, Lyra glanced at a white figure.

She turned her head and saw that it was someone who was visiting the museum in another exhibit.

There were a man and a woman. Due to the distance, the man hugged the woman. Lyra could only see

the two's snuggled back, and the woman's pure white dress.

Quinn noticed her gaze and took the initiative to explain, "That side is also the guest of the bidding

meeting that arrived in Atria yesterday. It is also the first time for them to Atria. They are interested in

the museum. Mr. Grey arranged other people to show them around."

Lyra casually asked, "From Crana too?"

"No, it's Mr. Hoare from Owhil, with his new girlfriend, Anne Windsor."

"Anne Windsor?"

Lyra read the name, stared at the pure white skirt in the distance, and smiled slightly, "What a beautiful

name. Miss Windsor should be a great beauty."

Quinn nodded in agreement, "Ms. Lloyd, you're right. Miss Windsor is indeed very beautiful. Although

she's very young, Mr. Hoare likes her very much, just as loving as Mr. Malcolm and you."