The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 586 Malcolm hates the word "can't" most

Recently, she came back from school, lived alone and missed Chad so much. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Towards the evening, after going to a university's study room, Keira returned just down the alley of the

White Mansion, heard some servants chatting and learned that Malcolm had returned.

Malcolm's safe arrival meant Chad's safe arrival.

She came to Lyre Spiti but only heard that Malcolm had gone to the police station.

Lyra and Malcolm looked at each other and moved to the side.

Lyra: "Your Chad is here."

Chad was embarrassed to disturb them so he kept a very far distance from them.

Wearing a dark green uniform at night, he had less conspicuous complexion.

The moment Keira saw him, she froze in place, but her eyes grew red.

Chad looked at her who was ready to cry, and unnaturally touched his face, "Am I getting ugly? Why do

you look at me like that?"

Keira cried out, rushed up and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him firmly, and saying in a

sobbing voice, "Why are you so tan? You must have suffered a lot in the border. I really feel so bad."

Chad stood silently and straight, allowing her to wrap her arms around him, but he was moved because

Keira concerned about him.

Besides Malcolm, now he had another person to think about him.

That was really good.

Chad was deeply moved and his eyes turned red as well.

Lyra looked at him who was still frozen and didn't say some words to comfort Keira, so she remind him,

"Look at her. She's concerned about you. Hug her. And you'd better carry her back home to appease

her because she misses you."

Chad replied as if he completed his task, "Yes, Lyra."

He bent down and directly carried Keira up, "Bro, Lyra, then we'll go back first."

Lyra and Malcolm nodded at the same time.

Chad hugged Keira tightly, turned around and walked away.

The streetlight outlined the backs of the two.

"Chad, you're really tan, and you look even dorkier than before!"

Chad: "Is it ugly?"

"It's okay. You are still handsome. And it will be a little more manly. I'll help you put on a mask. Soon

you'll get back."

Chad disgusted, "I don't need that stuff."

"Men can also have masks! You're back. Don't insist. I'm in charge!"

Chad didn't know what to say.

Lyra and Malcolm laughed as they listened to the two's chatting.

"Honey, when are you going to teach Chad about relationships? He's too straight. I feel like he'll make

Keira sad if he keeps this up."

Malcolm picked her up by the waist, "Don't get involved in other's matter. Straight men who don't

understand love will be enlightened sooner or later. Let him learn it himself."

He lowered his head and tenderly kissed Lyra's lips, "It's late tonight. With all that's happened, you

need to rest early."

Lyra pouted reluctantly, "I haven't seen you for many days. You aren't going to have a little nighttime

activity?"

No!

Of course he wanted to.

The border supplies were scarce. The UV rays were strong. It was arduous and he can't see his dear

wife.

He couldn't sleep all night, so after he came back, of course he wanted to have intimate contact with

his wife.

But ...

As he walked towards Lyre Spiti, he sighed and said, "Your mania hasn't cured yet, and today's events

have been going on late into the night. We still have to deal with a bunch of things tomorrow, so I'm

afraid you won't be able to bear it if it's too long."

Lyra was very dissatisfied and got close to his ear, saying softly and provocatively, "It seems after you

come back from border, your physical fitness has decreased. Before that, you can guarantee you won't

make me tired and let me lie flat to enjoy. Now, you can't?"

Malcolm was sullen almost instantly.

He hated the word " can't" most!

Although he knew Lyra was deliberately provoking him, he was like a bull who was defiant and

combative, and wanted to fly back to the room immediately to prove himself.

"Then I'll let you test me yourself tonight to see if my physical ability has decreased or not."

Being satisfied, Lyra wrapped her arms around his neck and was carried back to the master bedroom.

After a comfortable bath, it was a sweet nightlife.

The babies were at the Rudolph's house. There were only the two in this villa so there was no need to

close the windows and doors. This was their reckless and pleasant time.

After the sex, Lyra managed to experience a long-lost backache and was carried by Malcolm to the

basement to rest.

Being exhausting, they had extraordinarily sound sleep, and Lyra had no attack at all.

The two slept until the next afternoon.

Lyra was awakened by the ringing of her cell phone.

This time, the caller was again from the unknown number.

But Lyra had a very good memory and knew that this was the number Collin had given her last night,

and that it was Paul's number.

The signal in the basement was not particularly good, and she did not want to disturb Malcolm's sleep.

She gingerly put on her shoes and left the basement, waiting until she reached the living room before

picking up the phone.

"Have you decided it?" asked Lyra.

Paul sounded frustrated, "Yes, I can't take Anne with me. She's the Lloyd after all. It really doesn't

make sense not to give her back to you."

Lyra didn't say a word. Merely over one night, he had decided this? Was it a little too soon?

What tricks did Anne come up with?

Paul, who was on the other end of the phone, continued, "Anne and I are now living on the Bosfil Island

off the coast of Suham. In two days, you can come to the island and I will hand Anne over to you

personally, but I hope you can't be too hard on her but be kind to her."

Lyra did not agree, "As for what to do with her, it is my family's business. Don't worry about it, Mr.

Hoare. As for the meeting on the island in two days, you want me to go alone?"

Paul: "That's not. You can bring bodyguards, but I would prefer not to bring Mr. Malcolm. This is

something I don't want to involve the military."

Lyra still did not agree to this condition.

"Mr. Hoare, why are you so afraid of the military? Is it because you have done something wrong in

Crana? Afraid that the future investigation will affect the reputation of your Owhil nobility?"

Paul intoned with a sigh, "You have said bringing Anne back is the Lloyd family's matter. Since it is

family-related, I hope you can deal with it among family members. Once Mr. Malcolm come with you, its

nature will change."

Lyra didn't care what kind of tricks he wanted to play but she got the initiative and she called the shots.

"Malcolm is my legal husband. And Bosfil Island is a place I've never been before, so it's inevitable that

he won't feel comfortable of me coming alone. But I can decide for him. And as long as Anne doesn't

play any tricks, it can be kept private in the Lloyd family."

"Ms. Lloyd ..."

Lyra didn't want to dwell too much on the issue with him.

"Mr. Hoare, if there are so many requests to meet her, then just cancel it anyway. With me, you can't

leave Crana. And sooner or later I can find Anne myself. Then I won't be as nice as this time."

The moment she clarified her point and position, she simply hung up the phone, which was very

decisive.

She left the anxious leeway for Anne Windsor and Paul Hoare to think for themselves.

Two days later, she had to settle this matter with Anne.

As she thought, strong arms circled her from behind and Malcolm rested his chin lazily on her shoulder.

She looked sideways and her voice was gentle, "You don't sleep well?"

Malcolm: "As long as you're there, even if I sleep on the curb, I can sleep until dawn."

Lyra smiled, "Who wants to go sleep on the curb with you? It's okay for the two of us. What about the

babies? There's no possibility."

Malcolm nodded, "You're right."

He inhaled and enjoyed the fragrance of his wife's neck. His tone sounded lazy but he was discussing

business, "I just heard you and Paul Hoare on the phone. Two days later, do I need to bring an army

over?"