The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 796 Can I hug your waist?

She retracted the faint smile and pointed to the washboard on the floor.

"Am I supposed to kneel before you?"

"No."

Malcolm neatly removed his dark gray coat, threw it backward, and it fell on the rack in the corner

accurately.

His pure white shirt was very close-fitting, outlining his waist to be just right. And his figure was perfect

and enchanting.

Without even thinking twice, he thrust the whip into Lyra's hand, bent his knee to the washboard, and

knelt steadily.

His eyebrows tightened almost immediately, and he quickly regained his composure. He looked up at

Lyra with his handsome face. "I'm kneeling."

Lyra was stunned. She did not expect him to be so decisive. She reached out to pull him up. "Why are

you doing this for no reason? Don't your knees hurt? Get up."

Malcolm shook his head, with his long eyelashes clouding his eyes. "I made a mistake."

"What?"

"I shouldn't have lost you. I shouldn't have deliberately picked on you with cigarettes..."

Lyra sighed. It wasn't his fault this time. The smoking thing had been settled at the countryside house.

As she was just thinking, she felt her calf being held suddenly.

She looked down and saw that it was Malcolm's arms around her calf. He was bending over lazily, with

his head resting gently on her lap.

"You..."

"Rara, don't move. Let me hold you."

There was a distinct sob in her usually calm voice, and Lyra froze. She let go of the whip he had thrust

at her, and raised a hand to rub his short hair, soothing him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more vigilant. The day you had the accident, I wasn't even happy that you were

defending for Anthony."

"Knowing that Frank has been on the run for so many years, and that he might take revenge, I didn't

protect you in time, but hurt you, made you... lose your memory."

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry..."

His voice trembled uncontrollably.

Chagrin and remorse pressed against his chest. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

He was eager to atone for his sins and to find some comfort through punishment.

He buried his red eyes deep in her lap, and didn't want Lyra, who lost memory, to see him being out of

control. He was afraid she will be disgusted and despise him, but he really choked up uncomfortably.

Ten days of repressed emotions broke out instantly.

Only in front of her, he was sobbing helplessly, and his broad shoulders trembled.

Lyra's eyes turned red. Her lips parted, and she hesitated several times.

After struggling, she patted Malcolm on the back and comforted him. She chose to tell the truth.

"Malcolm, you're not a saint. There's always something you can't think of. You didn't do anything wrong

this time. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Can... can I hug your waist?"

Before he could react to his frustration, Lyra changed the way she called him.

Lyra was amused. "Of course."

His strong arms let go of her calf. He moved his upper body, and his knees that were resting on the

washboard did not move at all. His forearms firmly wrapped around her waist, and he gently sniffed the

familiar fragrance on her body.

After a while, Malcolm thought back to what Lyra had just said and looked up at her.

Looking at each other.

Lyra smiled tenderly with love in her eyes.

Malcolm raised his eyebrows. "What did you just... call me? Why didn't you call me Mr. White? Do you

remember everything about this?"

Lyra nodded.

"You don't have amnesia?"

Lyra nodded again.

"What about the diagnosis?"

She snickered. "Have you forgotten what Micah does? He owns most of the hospitals in the city, and

Dr. Lee, the neurologist, is Micah's former apprentice."

He just helped change the diagnosis. That was easy to do.

Malcolm frowned deeply, stared at her suspiciously, and said nothing.

She explained, "I didn't mean to lie to you. Hospitals are eventful. I want them to think that I really have

amnesia. Lowering their guard will help you catch the culprit."

She wanted to keep it a secret, but Malcolm was too hurtful so she told the truth.

Malcolm was happy that his wife hadn't lost her memory and hadn't really forgotten him.

"So you remember how it happened ten days ago?"

Lyra nodded and began, "I was on my way to pick up Momo from school, and I ran into Micah's old

patient, Violet, whom I told you about. Do you remember?"

"Yes."

"She stopped my car in front of the bridge and asked for a ride. I saw that she was alone and a weak

woman, so I agreed. When we arrived at the tunnel, she took off her hat and mask. I realized that she

actually looked like me. And I realized this might be a plot against you. I wanted to contact you at that

time, but I didn't expect her to have a signal jammer on her and report my location to the other side at

all times. Several big cars sped up and attacked me, trying to force me to stop. I had no choice but to

rush out of the guardrail and fall down the hill..."

Malcolm gasped while holding her waist. "And then?"

"Because of the airbag, I wasn't injured. I woke up early and ran along the canyon path. Who knew that

the mastermind came so fast and blocked all the roads out of the canyon. I had no choice but to go in

the opposite direction and run to the countryside where there were more shelters..."

Malcolm listened quietly, calculating the distance between the tunnel and the mountain where Lucie

lived.

If driving there, it was especially far because there was no road.

But if running on foot, it was closer because there were only two hills.

"Who would have known that it rained so heavily that day, and those people kept chasing after me. The

road was wet and slippery. I accidentally fell and rolled from the mountain to the side of a stream under

a bamboo forest. I was hit on the back of my head by a rock and fainted."

"When I woke up again, I knew I was saved by Lucie, but I had just been in the rain all night and had a

high fever that didn't go away. I was very dizzy, and when I woke up again, I couldn't make a sound. It

went on for two days, and I woke up and saw Lucie with a bag of gold. She happily dug out the tiles

and buried all the gold."

"Lucie was able to suddenly bring a bag of gold bars back, while living in such a shabby house. I

quickly realized that my position had been exposed. Lucie might have betrayed me. For the sake of my

safety, I chose to pretend to have amnesia and lower their guard."

Malcolm listened with trepidation. "I see."

He took out his cell phone and called Brad, who was still searching in the mountains.

"Go to the house on the mountain to search, especially the two bedrooms in the back. We need to pry

open the floor tiles for inspection. Also, check if Lucie has any photos of her and her relatives at home.

Don't let go of any suspicious evidence. Take photos and keep them all. Bring them back to the bureau

and hand them to me personally."

With that, he hung up the phone and continued to rest his head on Lyra's lap, like a lazy, noble cat.

"So the reason you didn't pick Anthony is you don't have amnesia."

Lyra stroked the back of his neck with her fingertips and chuckled, "Anthony came too soon. Besides,

he's only involved in business now. Even you didn't find out where I was, but he found me first. There

must be something wrong here. I've suspected that he might be in cahoots with them so I tested him a

few times."

"How did the test go?"