The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 605 Call him master and learn from Malcolm how to treat his wife

Although she said it very seriously, when Collin hear it, it meant concern.

That made Collin feel warm, "Okay, I won't. When the next time you come to see me, the wound may

start to scab."

Lyra nodded, "I hope so."

Carrying the medicine box, she turned and left the master bedroom. Then she went downstairs to find

Kathleen, and handed the box to her.

When she was done, she just received a message from Malcolm.

Malcolm had already driven his luxury car to Anning Hill and was waiting outside Collin's villa.

Lyra said goodbye to Kathleen and left the villa.

She got in the car and went back to Lyre Spiti.

Malcolm saw that she was gloomy, and kept her head down in thought, not knowing what she was

thinking. He reached over and grabbed the back of her hand with one hand.

"Babe, what are you thinking?"

Lyra returned to her senses, and tightened the palms that were closely intertwined with him, "I just feel

Collin seems to have changed a lot recently."

He was no longer the arrogant eldest brother he used to be. He had become more sensitive and

cautious in front of her, and even his attitude had become much more humble.

Moreover, today he shed tears in front of her.

Malcolm pursed his lips lightly, and looked sideways at his wife from time to time. He looked very

gentle.

"Rara, are you wondering whether to forgive him?"

Lyra stopped talking.

Having been with her for so long, Malcolm knew her very well and could probably guess what was

bothering her.

He decided to help her and Collin to be a middleman.

"Actually, you know very well Ethel is the culprit of those things in the past. And even many things were

done by Ethel without the knowledge of Collin. Using Collin's rights, Collin was regarded as an

accomplice behind the scenes. His biggest fault is that Ethel shouldn't be given so much power."

Lyra lowered her head and blinked slightly. Her face looked very calm, but she was listening carefully to

Malcolm's words.

Malcolm glanced at her sideways. Seeing that she didn't have a particularly big reaction, he continued,

"The reason why you're angry and refuse to forgive Collin just prove that the position of the big brother

Collin is very different in your heart. And you love him very much. So after learning that he was Ethel's

backer, you felt betrayed and couldn't forgive him."

"Because of these things, Collin has been atoned, self-punished, self-mutilated and repented for more

than a year, trying his best to beg your forgiveness."

"He's not very good at expressing himself because he feels ashamed and doesn't know how to face

you. He blocked a shot for you last time, which shows he is sincere. And it also proves he decisively

chose you from Ethel."

"I actually understand the life-saving kindness of her mother. After all, he never thought Ethel would

change from an innocent little girl to a devil, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lyra suddenly pulled her hand back from his palm.

Malcolm felt the unpleasant aura and was stunned.

"Babe?"

Lyra turned her face away and didn't look at him. Arrogantly folded her hands, she said in a deep tone,

"The kindness of saving life is greater than anything. Of course you understand that. If it was not

because of this kind of life-saving kindness that you insisted on divorce from me and wanted to marry

Charlotte. "

Malcolm's whole body froze, and even his breathing stagnated for a second.

With a pale face, he parked on the side of the road silently, turned his head in an aggrieved manner

and looked at the back of Lyra's head. His tone was very careful, "Babe, weren't we talking about Collin

just now? Why are we talking about my old stories again? Our babies just are over two months old and

waiting to be fed. You can't mess with me like this..."

The more he spoke, the smaller his voice became, and he looked at Lyra with red eyes.

Lyra's face was calm, and she seriously accused him of the crime, "Because I have no life-saving

grace, I can't understand how you men view this matter. But you understand, so it reminds me of the

incident at the beginning. Did I take the initiative?"

Malcolm honestly admitted his mistake, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have mentioned life-saving kindness,

and made you think of the unpleasant things I used to do. Then I'll kneel on the washboard when I go

back, and kneel all night until you're not angry anymore."

With his aggrieved tone, Lyra held back her laughter, but couldn't help but twitched the corners of her

mouth.

Malcolm noticed her smile sharply.

It turned out that she wasn't really angry, but that he had been defending Collin all the time, so she

deliberately wanted to prank him.

He took the initiative to lean over to kiss Lyra's cheek, "But I know you love me the most. You must be

reluctant to let my knees rot."

Lyra couldn't completely hold on and pushed his head away seriously, "Don't talk nonsense. Drive and

I'm hungry."

"As ordered."

Malcolm approached her and quickly kissed her cheek, like a child who was successful in begging for

candies.

The engine of the luxury car was ignited again, and the car disappeared into the night like an arrow

from a string.

After dinner, they both sat on the bed.

Malcolm was using the tablet to handle some of official business.

Lyra was concentrating on playing a game with Melissa.

Both of them looked serious.

Half an hour later, Malcolm finished his work, and quietly hugged Lyra's waist from behind, watching

her play games and being obedient not to bother.

It wasn't until Lyra won the qualifying round that he dared to stretch out his hand to block Lyra's screen

and forbid her to press it.

"What?"

Malcolm put his chin on her shoulder lazily, "How long will you play? Don't you plan to spend the night

with your husband?"

Lyra pushed his hand away, pressed the confirmation button to enter the game, and answered casually,

"Amn't I with you?"

Malcolm rubbed against her neck and deliberately used his warm nose to tease her sensitive ears. His

hoarse voice was extremely provocative, "It's not this kind of company. You understand it."

Lyra was itchy, so she quickly avoided his harass and focused on the game.

"Didn't we agree last night we won't do any sex today to see if I will get sick at night? To see if it it

related to sex? Have you forgotten?"

He really forgot it. After all, with such a delicious wife by his side, he can't bear it.

Lyra was picking out a qualifying character in the game without raising her eyes, "So stop making

trouble and let me play for a while. For our test tonight, there can be no signs of sex."

Malcolm lay helplessly on the bed, feeling extremely depressed.

He sat beside her bored and played with his mobile phone, but Lyra was enjoying herself. From time to

time, she would chat with Melissa in the double game through the built-in voice.

The more Malcolm thought about it, the more unwilling he became. He quietly turned on the address

book and sent a few messages to Keith.

[Take care of your fiancee. Don't take up our time at night.]

Keith: […]

[She took my wife away. You quickly turn off her mobile phone and let her sleep.]

It took several seconds for Keith to reply: [I dare not. A woman who focuses on the game can't be

messed with. I don't want to be punished like you.]

Now it was Malcolm's turn to be speechless.

The message beep sounded again.

Keith: [Don't curse me. It's useless. If you have the ability, you can tell her not to ask my fiancee to play

games with her.]

Malcolm was furious in his heart, and his desire to win was gradually ignited.

[What if I could do it?]

Keith: [I will call you the master for one year, and I will learn from you how to treat a woman well.]

Malcolm looked sullen and he hummed: [Wait.]

After finishing the chat, he put down his phone, first glanced at Lyra who was playing the game next to Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

him, then got up decisively and walked towards the wardrobe.

He deliberately pulled the wardrobe door with a crackling sound, and took out the washboard that had

not been used for a long time.

Lyra immersed herself in the game and didn't even look at him. Her attention was not on his side at all.

He took a deep breath and carried the washboard to bed, placing it directly on the open space in front

of Lyra.

The sudden unknown object attracted Lyra's attention.

Lyra raised her eyes inexplicably, and saw Malcolm's aggrieved expression. He was holding the bed

with his hands, and was about to move his knees to the washboard.

She was confused by this behavior, and she didn't even care to play the game but held his knees that

were about to sink.

"Did you put some drugs in dinner tonight? Are you crazy?"