The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 521 Tender is late but Malcolm is a big shot

Meeting his gaze, Melissa raised her simple and bright eyes and opened her mouth to explain.

"I think I may not be suitable for the actor industry. I don't want to be an actress. I want to go back and NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

think about how to start my life and re-elect a suitable path for myself."

Keith breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, as long as it was not a withdrawal, break-up, and leaving him, even if she wanted the stars

in the sky, he would do his best to help her.

"Okay, I promise you. Don't worry. I won't force you to make a choice. You are now 21 years old at

heart and have absolutely no acting experience. You certainly have the opportunity to choose your

career path again."

He stretched out his palm towards Melissa. His eyes were gentle, and the bass was nice and pleasing

to ears, "I'll take care of the crew. You're tired today. Let me take you back to rest, okay?"

Melissa stared at his broad palm for a while.

Keith was patient, waiting quietly for her to think about it and give a reply.

Melissa was really torn. For her, although Keith was rich and handsome, he was a stranger. Without

any history of love, she could not do anything intimate with him.

But ... he was her fiancé. They were a couple and everyone knew it. The news was placed at the top of

the front page for three days and nights.

Even if it was strange, she had to try to accept it.

She slowly reached out and rested her hand on Keith's palm.

Keith smiled with satisfaction and was excited as he led her up and out of the set.

The two walked one after the other, and he suddenly felt that if he was a little more daring at this point

and picked her up, would she be angry?

Gotta try ...

Thinking of this, he stopped walking while Melissa was walking with her head down and led by him.

The moment he stopped, Melissa's head just hit his back.

"Mr. Lloyd?"

She rubbed her forehead in confusion and raised her eyes to look at him.

Keith turned around, bent straight down, and unceremoniously scooped her up in his arms.

"What are you ... doing!"

"I don't want to see you walk so hard so I decide to carry you to the car."

His deep bass was so good that Melissa's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"There are so many people outside. You'd better put me down. I can walk by myself ..."

Keith's arms were not loose, and he walked steadily and fast.

"Hug my own fiancee. No one can say half a word. In the future, you have to get used to it. You can

even try to order me."

Melissa hung her head and her cheeks reddened indefensibly.

Because she was so shy, she chose not to speak and let Keith carry her to the car.

Keith stared at her who was in his arms.

She was very well behaved and cute.

...

In Atria.

Late at night, all was silent.

The only sound that came from time to time was the sound of a man and a woman gasping in the

presidential suite.

On the fifth time Malcolm tried to start, Lyra's small feet stepped on his broad chest to keep a distance

from him.

"Can you stop it? How many times have you messed with me in one night? We've done it for the fourth

time tonight. Why haven't you had enough?"

She glared at him indignantly, with her feet pushing viciously to keep him away and at a safe distance.

Malcolm was innocent, "I'm so strong. You don't like it?"

Lyra wouldn't answer the question and said coldly, "I just want to sleep now. Tomorrow is the bidding

session. Don't you mess up my business."

"No." Malcolm tried to get closer, but was defended by her tiny feet.

"Honey, even if you can't get up tomorrow, since I came with you here in Atria, I'll help you tomorrow.

Anyway, the result will be guaranteed."

Lyra was speechless, "Then in the future, if I am too lazy to eat, can I let you help me eat, see if my

stomach will be full after you are full?"

Lyra seriously scold him, "Malcolm, this is the purpose of my trip, my job and my goal. It is not

something you can replace."

Malcolm lowered his eyelashes despondently and stopped talking, like a big dog that had been

aggrieved and didn't get a sweet treat.

Lyra couldn't stand his look. After a long sigh, she softened her tone, "Be good, okay? It's already very

late. If I don't rest, I won't have the energy to deal with the tender tomorrow. When the tender is over,

let's go to Atria's biggest mall. How about that?"

Malcolm nodded his head, sort of obeying.

Lyra retracted her feet, lazily retracted herself under the comforter, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Malcolm soon lay beside her, circling her waist and moving her to sleep in his arms.

Thinking of Lyra's comment about shopping at the mall, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "So

... we're going to go shopping. Can you buy the dress I like?"

Lyra was sleepy, "Yes."

Malcolm was satisfied and gave her a smooch on the face, and stressed again, "I'm talking about the

maid outfit. The cat outfit kind oh? And...black stockings ..."

Lyra was so sleepy that she had fallen into a deep sleep, with an almost habitual "hmm".

But Malcolm was happy, "You promise. No backtracking when the time comes."

He tucked Lyra in, sniffed her fragrant hair, and fell asleep with her.

...

Next day.

The bidding session was at 1pm.

The curtains were drawn and the presidential suite was dark, which was perfect for sleep.

Lyra was too sleepy and didn't wake up with Malcolm until the bidding session was about to start.

Quinn couldn't see them so she called them.

Ring-ring-ring

The disturbing phone rang over and over again.

Finally on the third time, it was picked up by Lyra who was drowsy from sleep.

"Ms. Lloyd, the bidding session starts in five minutes. Are you and Mr. Malcolm stuck in traffic on the

road?"

The words of the bidding session woke Lyra's drowsy consciousness instantly.

"Five minutes?!"

She sat up from the bed. Ignoring the pain in her back and legs, she nimbly changed her clothes.

Because of the movement, Malcolm was also awakened.

Knowing that because he stayed up late having sex last night, he overslept, causing that they may

have to be late. He did not say a word but pursed his thin lips, turned around and took his cell phone on

the bedside table. His fingers quickly typed and sent a few messages over.

After another minute, Lyra's phone rang again, and it was Quinn again.

This time Quinn's voice was not anxious, "Ms. Lloyd, Mr. Grey has understood the special situation of

you and Mr. Malcolm. Time of the bidding session will be postponed for another half an hour. You can

take your time to come over without hurrying."

Lyra was putting on the dress but paused. She turned her head to look at him who was lying on the bed

in the noble, elegant and calm way.

"Is my husband going to make me cheat in plain sight? You're going to keep the whole bidding waiting

because we're late?"

Malcolm raised a eyebrow in disbelief, "Why not."

Lyra was a little depressed, "I don't like to go cheating. I like ..."

Before she could finish her words, Malcolm, who was on the bed suddenly got up and scooped her into

his arms. He said with his sexy and provocative voice, "But you like taking advantage of me. Besides, I

will only be taken advantage by you anytime."

Lyra was speechless.

Did they both say the same thing?