The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 561 Give me to you as a gift

"Abigail, are you thinking of your future husband and cutting off the happiness early?"

Micah shrank under the blanket and stared at her innocently.

Abigail shamefully covered her face with the blanket, hiding herself, "If I say, it was accidental. Do you

believe me?"

"Yes."

Micah nodded in a serious manner, "I believe everything you say. If you really want to me die without

descendants, it wouldn't have been with the same force as just now."

He said it honestly, but Abigail was genuinely embarrassed.

"Then go to bed early. You have to work tomorrow."

Abigail rolled over and turned her back to him, closing her eyes and pretending to sleep. Her whole

body curled up on the bed, and stiff. And she was still not out of that awkward moment.

Micah stared at the back of her head, remembering Keith's instructions.

He tentatively put his hand to Abigail, trying to touch her bare and fair back and chat with her.

But he withdrew his hand.

Being sober, he really couldn't do it. He was so shy.

Being depressed, he sat up and unexpectedly saw a marble dining table across from him, with an

unopened bottle of red wine and two glasses, as well as unlit delicate candles.

He got up and walked over, moving quickly to open the bottle of red wine.

Hearing the movement, Abigail slowly sat up, "Mr. Micah, what are you doing?"

When she inquired, Micah had already opened the bottle and poured himself a full glass of red wine.

He decisively drained it

Wine made a man brave, which was always reasonable.

Micah picked up the empty glass and waved it in Abigail's direction, "Are you sleeping? Do you want to

join me for a drink?"

"No."

Micah did not pretend to be falsely polite but proceeded to drink up four or five glasses of wine, and

soon half a bottle of wine was empty.

Because he drank too much and was not able to hold it, his head was dizzy and his cheeks turned red

because of the wine.

Abigail was wrapped in a bath towel and slept. Although it was not comfortable, it was more secure.

With the bustier bath towel, she could not cover her sexy collarbone and her fair shoulder.

Micah stared at her from afar. With the effect of alcohol, the good-looking figure on the bed looked

more and more lustful.

He put down the glass and drank the bottle of wine directly.

The red wine was drowning out of the corners of his mouth, down the neck, staining the white bathrobe

on his body, which added a few ascetic feeling.

Abigail saw him drink very quickly, and advised kindly, "It's easy to get drunk with red wine. Mr. Micah,

you're not good at drinking. Don't drink too much."

Micah: "Drinking is all about practice. After a few more times and I'll be fine."

The whole bottle of red wine was finished. He walked dizzily to the bed and quickly lay under the

blanket.

With the benefit of that drink, he moved closer to Abigail and carefully wrapped his arms around her

from behind.

He whispered to her with his cold voice, "Abigail, happy birthday. I hope you'll have me with you on

your birthday every year from now on."

Abigail felt it warm slightly and she squeezed the corner of the blanket nervously without speaking.

Micah continued, "Tonight, I want to give you the biggest birthday present of all."

She would have a gift?

Abigail turned around, "What kind of gift?"

"It's ... giving me to you."

He finished with a slightly teasing voice and leaned down to kiss her soft lips, "Let my body and my

heart bear the name of you, Abigail, my fiancé."

She took his words to her heart.

Abigail closed her eyes and unconsciously indulged in his rare initiative.

The candle on the table, although it was not burning, could not extinguish the smell of the fire of love in

the room.

...

Lyre Spiti in Suham.

Malcolm stayed up all night, secretly observing Lyra's state.

Lyra hadn't had an attack for two days, which meant Jimmy's medicine was really good.

He felt that even if there was no onset, he should take her to the laboratory and let her receive the

infusion therapy to consolidate the effects of the medicine.

So Malcolm had been afraid to sleep, waiting quietly and planning to wait for Lyra asleep.

But what he didn't expect was that Lyra could not sleep tonight.

From the time she got to the basement, until she closed her eyes and fell asleep, she was out of her

mind, thinking about Anne during the day.

She personally drove Anne to the Lloyd Manor at Anning Hill, and the details of the scene in between

played in her mind like a slideshow at 0.5x speed.

The more she pondered, the more she felt that Anne was suspicious, especially Anne's attitude

towards Collin, which seemed really unusual.

If it weren't for her appearance and attraction, Anne would indeed pay too much attention to Collin,

especially after she talked about punishing Collin for kneeling and chanting the scriptures, and

receiving twenty times of whipping which caused Collin to lose his voice and get rheumatism in his

knees

Anne clearly looked heartbroken, feeling that it was unjust to do such a thing to him.

Was it that she was overly kind-hearted to pity a stranger she met for the first time? Or was it her

kinship for Collin had always been different?

But after all, this was only speculation. She did not catch the actual evidence, or had Anne's admission,

so these were not true.

As she was thinking, she clearly felt Malcolm pick her up so she abruptly opened her eyes.

There were no windows in the basement, and it was so dark that even if she opened her eyes, she

can't see anything.

She could only say, "What are you doing? Where do you carry me to?"

Malcolm's back stiffened and his arm were crossed midway in slight embarrassment.

"Are you still awake? I couldn't sleep either and wanted to hold you and do some deep squats."

This was an excuse without deliberation at all.

And he said so in a comical and funny way.

"Hiss, hurts. Be gentle."

His handsome face, in the dark, was pinched with precision by Lyra.

Lyra knew how much force she used. It didn't hurt much at all, and she couldn't let him hurt too much. It

was just for show.

"Tell me honestly. What do you want?"

Malcolm: "You haven't had an attack in the past two days. I think the medicine Jimmy dispensed is very

effective. I think you should continue the infusion to consolidate the effect of the medicine, so I want to

wait for you to fall asleep and carry you out quietly."

Lyra laughed and flicked his head precisely, "What are you thinking about? You've been hit in the head

by my belt some time ago, haven't you? You can directly tell me this kind of trivial matter. You still want

to take the initiative?"

It was clearly that he saw she was already asleep, and he can not bear to wake her up.

"Come on. Let's go to the lab and find Jimmy. I can't sleep anyway. More infusion would be good to

cure the mania sooner." She withdrew the hand which was pinching Malcolm's face and fumbled to turn

on the light.

The two changed their clothes and walked out the door holding hands.

In fact, waking up and having the infusion was a very boring process.

Lyra simply admired how Malcolm had survived the long infusion time when she was in bed before?

Two and a half hours later, both were somewhat drowsy. They left the lab and got into the limousine

and were ready to go home.

But Malcolm had just started the engine when Lyra inclined her head and asked, "Are you tired?"

Malcolm shook his head, "I was a little sleepy when I watched your infusion. Now I'm out of the lab.

With the cold air, my mind is clear instead. Staying up all night once is not a big deal. I'm not very tired."

In that case, Lyra made the decision, "Then we won't be back to Lyre Spiti. Go to the Lloyd Manor and

make a trip back to Anning Hill."This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.