The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 595 Family rules and Malcolm volunteers for punishment

Chad was abashed and looked at Malcolm.

Malcolm looked like a dignified gentleman but the words he said was cruel.

"You cause the trouble so you solve it yourself. If you can't do this, I have a hundred ways to fix you.

Do you wanna try?"

Chad's arms and legs went weak and he immediately looked at Lyra and began to state very heartily.

"Lyra, I am exaggerating. In fact, it doesn't reach that extent. My brother led a team at the border and

saved a junior female student from terrorists. She was in a trip and kidnapped."

"I didn't expect that girl to fall in love with my brother. She just ... pestered him for a few days at the

border, but you can rest assured he only has you in his heart. He definitely didn't touch her even a

finger."

"He was very adamant and refused the girl many times. Finally he had Ted send her back home."

His explanation implied his desire for survival.

Malcolm was relieved to hear that and thought it quite pertinent. And he felt that he did nothing wrong

in this matter.

But to his surprise, after Chad's explanation, Lyra's expression was calm and she seemed to be in

contemplation.

After a while, she asked: "Why have you not mentioned a single word to me about this matter since you

returned to Suham? If you don't feel guilty, why don't you dare to tell me honestly?"

Malcolm's whole body froze.

Chad saw his face changed, and quickly helped to continue to explain, "Lyra, don't be angry. He must

be afraid you'll think too much, so he didn't tell you. I can guarantee with my life. He is absolutely loyal

to you. No matter how other women harass him, he absolutely doesn't care about them!"

Lyra didn't answer, always staring at Malcolm.

Lyra could easily notice his every little movement. She was very keen and noticed he swallowed, a sign

of nervousness and guilty conscience.

However, with so many relatives in mind, she didn't say much but smiled warmly, "What are you afraid

of? Of course I believe in you."

She arched her eyebrows and tenderly served Malcolm food, "Come on, eat more. You've done so

much cooking today. I'll consider giving you a massage at night."

Massage?

Malcolm's palms were tight, and he preferred interrogation and sparring.

He was afraid he was going to see the moldy ruler that was laying in the drawer.

After a silent sigh, he stood in silent tribute for himself, frantically wording for the preparations of the

night ahead.

A small interlude ended quickly by Lyra who changed the topic.

The room resumed its joyful atmosphere and the occasional crisp clink of toasts could be heard.

They had a long meal until 9:30 p.m. that the pleasant little family gathering ended.

Chad was half-drunk and was already talking nonsense.

And in the memory of the first experience in the border, he was like a savage and no one wanted him.

He was crying out to repeat Malcolm's grace and almost said he wanted to give birth to babies for

Malcolm.

Fortunately, Chad's villa was close by, and Keira coaxed him with kind words, held his arm, and helped

him back home.

Collin, Micah and Keith, the three brothers, went to the garage with their respective beloved ones and

went to their own home respectively.

The messy kitchen was cleaned up by Malcolm in a good manner.

In the past, when he needed to do so many dishes, Lyra would accompany him to chat and help him in

the meantime to put the dishes into the cupboard.

But tonight, Lyra went to the bedroom after the dinner, deliberately leaving him alone to clean up the

mess, as if punishing him for his dishonesty when they were having dinner.

With a guilty conscience, Malcolm willingly cleaned up the kitchen.

Half an hour later, he carefully went back to the bedroom.

The door was opened slightly, and the light from the room came through the crack.

He gingerly pushed the door in and saw Lyra sitting leisurely and cross-legged on the bed. She was on

her phone, without the ruler by her side.

Malcolm was suspicious.

Just let him off the hook? Was she not going to cross-examine him?

Did she really just want to give him a massage?

He pushed the door open uncertainly and slowly walked towards Lyra, tentatively moving towards her

and trying to hug her, "Honey."

Lyra did not dodge, but also ignored him completely as if he was air.

He could clearly feel the unusual scent on her and quietly looked at the phone screen in front of her.

It was a What's App chat box with a note of "Sweet babe".

Hmm?

Was she going through the previous chat logs with him?

Once again, he took a closer look at the messages he had sent her during the days when he was still

at the border.

He sent her the photos of roasting hares and living in tents.

She was checking the messages as if to confirm whether he had told her there was a girl chasing him

or not.

Malcolm held his breath, mourned silently for himself, and turned to get the wash board from the closet.

He had just took out the long-sealed board when Lyra glanced at him and asked gently, "What are you

doing?"

Malcolm looked honest, "I hid something to you in the border. I made a mistake. I have to take the

initiative to kneel at the corner for punishment."

"No need." Her eyes gestured to the empty space beside the bed in front of her, indicating him

something.

Although she was very upset and even very angry, that wash board was too hard. She was afraid that

she could not control her emotions and let kneel for a long time. And she couldn't bear to see that he

hurt his knees.

Malcolm understood her meaning and obediently moved to the empty space in front of her and sat with

his back straight on his knees.

When they were looking at each other, Lyra began to ask questions.

"First, explain why you haven't actively mentioned this matter of border to me since you came back

until today?"

Malcolm: "You and I were too busy during the first few days after I was back. First, it was about Travis

and grandpa. Then Ethel Lloyd. I thought I'd tell you when I'm free, but I didn't expect Chad to tell you

tonight first."

Lyra wrinkled her eyebrows and handed the chat log on her phone to his eyes, "Take a good look.

Since you went to the border, you have sent me messages almost every day. But you haven't

mentioned a word about a girl who likes you and is chasing you. You are deliberately hiding it from me,

right?"

Malcolm's jawline tightened and he confessed honestly, "I was afraid you would be angry if you knew it, Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

so I didn't dare to tell you. But I really didn't have any relationship with that girl."

Lyra can't understand his way of thinking, "If you had told me then, I might not have felt anything. I

wouldn't be angry. But now, I had to learn this thing from Chad and you are still stammering. Instead, I

feel angry that you are hiding it from me and messing with a girl."

She emphasized the words and Malcolm was terrified, "Babe, it's not messing but one-sided. I was

very disciplined from beginning to end. I did not touch her. I don't know why she likes me ..."

He was about to be trapped by his own fluke at the time.

He did not confess at that time and more words now seemed a bit affected.

"I really shouldn't hide it from you. And nothing disloyal happened. You... you can beat me and punish

me a meal out of anger?"

Lyra smiled, "How can I beat the patriarch of the White family and director of NIB? It's simply a sin."

She said those words gently and her right hand suddenly took out that long-lost ruler behind her.

Malcolm was dumbfounded. The ruler was already prepared. Was she deliberately waiting for him to

jump into the pit and take the initiative to seek punishment?