The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 630 Malcolm spoils his wife and is fearless of punishment

On such a hot day without cool breeze, Malcolm actually put a bath towel on her and was afraid of her

catching a cold?

She sighed, folded her arms to hold her head helplessly, and chose to condone it without saying

anything.

Ten minutes later.

All the customers in the originally bustling big swimming pool were rushed to several other small

swimming pools. For those who were unwilling to leave, the boss generously refunded the full amount

of money, which was equivalent to letting them use the pool for free for a while.

After all, it was not a loss, and many people left with a lack of interest.

Who was able to clear the scene so quickly? Many Teprax residents can see that there was a bigwig

among the two couples over there.

They didn't dare bother the four.

Malcolm massaged Lyra and it was almost done, " Rara, we can go swimming."

Lyra raised her long eyelashes and was almost drowsy being served by his superb massage.

Malcolm gently lifted the towel, turned her over, and held her in his arms.

Wearing only a swimming trunks, he walked proudly to the edge of the swimming pool and steadily put

his wife into the water.

In ten minutes, the water in the swimming pool had also been urgently changed by the staff, and it was

very clean.

The heat on her body was relieved by the cool water. Lyra was happy and waved to Abigail, who was

still sulking on the chair.

"Come on, Abigail. Shall we play water volleyball?"

Hearing Lyra's call, Abigail stood up decisively, leaned on the railing gracefully into the water, and didn't

even look at Micah who was still peeling grapes.

"Micah, play volleyball together?" asked Lyra.

Micah wisely ate the last grape, wiped his hands clean, and went into the water silently.

Because Abigail refused to team up with Micah and was still angry with him, Lyra had to team up with

her and play against the two men.

The ball was handed over to Lyra to serve first.

Lyra played with the volleyball in her hand and started talking before the game, "Micah, you know me. I

won the third place of national water volleyball competition when I was a child. You two compete with

me. If I win, will it be disgraceful? But this is called winning unfairly and bullying a rookie." Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Micah was startled.

When they were young, the best water volleyball player at home was Keith, who once won the second

place in the country.

At that time, he was so absorbed in studying medicine that he didn't know anything about this stuff.

It was estimated that he will be embarrassed in front of Abigail again...

When he was thinking, Malcolm took over, "Rara, you don't seem to have seen my water volleyball

skills yet. Let's compare and make a bet."

Opposite the net boundary, Abigail kept silent. She was also a rookie in this thing and didn't play well.

Looking at this situation, Lyra and Malcolm were obviously excellent players and can't be provoked.

Lyra smiled brightly, "Okay, what do you want to bet on?"

Malcolm's low voice was calm, "If I win, I'll ask you to kiss me underwater for a minute."

The other three people in the pool were stunned. Taking the opportunity to benefit himself, that was so

Malcolm.

Micah was a little shy, but looked forward to the underwater kiss that Malcolm said.

He chose to follow him, "I'm on the same bet as Malcolm."

Lyra glanced at the two men respectively, and finally settled on Malcolm's handsome face.

She smiled evilly, "I haven't decided my exact bet yet, but Malcolm, you must be mentally prepared. If

you lose, no matter what punishment I propose, you must be willing to accept the loss."

Punishment training...

Malcolm's back was stiff, and the smile on face was fading.

In the pool, in front of Micah and Abigail, Lyra wouldn't be thinking...?

The more he thought about it, the more outrageous he became. His face was slightly red and the tips of

his ears were hot. He couldn't speak for a long time.

Lyra deliberately coughed twice, recalling his thoughts, "Malcolm, have you recognized you're a loser?

Don't dare to bet?"

Malcolm didn't think so.

He swallowed hard and asked uncertainly, "What kind of punishment will it be? Will it be... very cruel?"

Lyra's eyes looked sly and her tone was deliberately raised, "I have said it. I haven't thought about the

specific punishment, but it will be very harsh. It will make you never forget this trip to Teprax!"

Malcolm's jawline tightened, and he didn't say anything.

In front of Micah and Abigail, he could only harden himself and agree, "Okay, in order to win this bet, I

won't be lenient."

Lyra pretended to be cool, "I don't need that."

Abigail was the only one in the pool who hadn't said the bet yet, and the other three were all looking at

her.

Abigail pondered for a long time, "I haven't thought about it either. Let's start it and talk about it later. It's

a game anyway. The punishment I ask for won't be too harsh."

This inexplicable water volleyball game began.

Malcolm had never said that he had been very athletic since he was a child. He organized water

volleyball matches in the army before, and the first place award seemed to have Malcolm's name

inlaid.

As long as he participated, he will not lose.

The army was full of burly and powerful soldiers. Lyra and Abigail were too petite in size and physical

strength, and it will be more difficult to fight against them.

They agreed that there was a total of seven balls.

In the first three balls, Malcolm really didn't be lenient on purpose, and won three points with

confidence.

At the fourth ball.

Because Abigail didn't play well and was basically unable to exert her strength, Lyra's desire to win was

ignited. She hardened herself and got one point in the protracted battle.

Seeing that Lyra was gasping, Malcolm felt distressed.

This match was not fair to Lyra and Abigail.

He deliberately served with one hand and quietly showed weakness.

Lyra's team won three points in a row.

But she felt it laborious to win this.

Once the match was transformed into a protracted back-and-forth battle, she and Abigail would be

overwhelmed by the disparity in physical strength.

She tried her best to get the three points, but Malcolm was at ease. His face was not blushing and he

was not out of breath.

The score was tied, and the last round was crucial to the final victory.

But Lyra was slow to serve. Her intuition told her that Malcolm's water volleyball strength was far

superior to hers, and the three points she just won were obviously suspected of throwing the game.

While panting heavily, she reminded him and refused to admit defeat, "Malcolm, this is the last one.

You are not allowed to throw the game. If I want to win, I have to win with integrity. If my strength is not

against you, I am willing to bet and admit defeat."

Malcolm smiled softly, "Okay, it's all up to you."

Getting his answer in the affirmative, Lyra swung the volleyball into the air in an extremely fast

parabola, heading towards Malcolm and Micah.

Malcolm watched the round volleyball flying over, but chose to lose eventually.

Lyra had a strong desire to win. She was so tired but insisted the game which made him so

heartbroken.

No way, he had only one wife and had to pamper her.

Punishment or something, it didn't matter, as long as Lyra was happy.