After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 274 She is his salvation

Sensing her threatening, Malcolm got his hands free and immediately guarded against her leaning in

closer.

But Lyra already knew about his physical recession, and did not pay any attention to the defiant man.

Now he, for her, was a delicate and sickly child. However, he was mean and always liked to say some

beatable words.

She once again clutched his restless wrists with precision. Her tongue gently licked her lips with an evil

smile.

Her tone was deliberately upward. She was never bored with molesting him.

"Oh, Mr. Malcolm is weak and can't break free, so he'll just be bullied by me. What should he do?

Shouldn't he correct his attitude?"

Malcolm was depressed. As a man, his desire to win in terms of physical strength drove him to not

admit defeat.

But again, reality left him with no choice but to bow down to the "vicious power".

Under the internal struggle, he looked like he would rather die than give in. He coldly snorted and

turned his face to the side.

He can't win so he still can't do anything with her.

He felt suffocated, but he could only sulk.

Lyra, seeing that he was still unconvinced, pinched his jaw and forced him to look at her.

"It seems the punishment just now is not enough. Mel, do you want to see some blood?"

After finishing her words, Lyra targeted his lips and leaned down quickly again, as if to bite his already

swollen lips.

"Don't ..."

Lyra's teeth had bitten into the soft flesh of his thin lips, but when she heard his whimper, she couldn't

bring herself to do it.

Finally, it turned into a gentle help to kiss away the pain on his lips.

Their breathing intertwined.

Lips and teeth were interdependent.

The long kiss ended with Lyra adjusting her rapid breathing. She cupped his face again and looked at

him seriously.

"Malcolm, listen up! I'm going to say this once!"

"I'm not a casual woman. If it's just because of guilt, there are many ways I can make up for you, no NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

need to lose my whole heart and my whole life!"

"Also, I'm not pitying you. I really feel for you. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I want to stay

with you all the time. Share your pain, and stand by your side."

"I will find a way to heal you! I won't stand by and watch you die. And I'm not as fragile as you think. I

won't break down easily!"

"This time, please believe me! Our future is definitely more than five months. We'll go on for a long,

long time. We'll have a very bright future! It's a future that I create for you!"

Lyra recounted it that she had never been more serious than now for a moment.

Malcolm looked at her eyes and his whole heart was shaken beyond words.

Especially "it's a future that I create for you!", it let him began to greedily fantasize and long the future.

In the future, it will be the days of having her company, love and favor.

Lyra seemed to be his medicine, redeeming him from all his humility, depression and pain.

His eyes gradually became moisturized. The outer corners of his eyes were read and his long

eyelashes were wet with tears.

"Rara ..." He had her, and that was his blessing in his last life.

He wrapped his arms around Lyra's waist and buried his head in her arms, feeling the warmth of her

body.

Lyra patted him on the back with one hand and smoothed her his short hair with the other hand

carefully.

The afterglow of the sunset shone through the window, lightly scattering on the tightly embraced figures

and gilding them with a layer of warm golden light.

It was peaceful.

The brief harmony ended with a very shallow groan from Malcolm.

Lyra was careful enough to hear it, and she noticed that the muscles in his back were tense and the

arms circling her were trembling gently.

His state was not right!

"What's wrong?"

She immediately loosened Malcolm's hand and took his temperature.

There was no fever, but his face was suddenly pale, without a trace of blood. And his long eyelashes

that were wet with tears were trembling uncontrollably.

"I'm...fine..."

He spoke up, but his voice was weak and feeble.

Again, he forced himself to bear it.

Lyra knew him too well. Although he always liked to pretend to be miserable to get sympathy from her,

every time when it really hurt, he was not willing to say it to make her worry.

The more he did this, the more Lyra's heart ached with pain.

Noticing his hand clutching his heart,she said "Is it an attack of angina? Where's the medicine? Did you

bring it?"

Malcolm, in a cold sweat of pain, shook his head.

Lyra immediately ran out of the conference room and looked to Chad, who was standing guard not far

away, "Where's the medicine to suppress his angina?"

"It should be in the office."

"Get it immediately! Be quick!"

"Yes, yes!"

Chad, startled by her anxious face, realized what was going on and immediately ran wildly upstairs.

Lyra was just about to go back to guard Malcolm when a muffled thud sound came from behind her and

Malcolm fell out of his chair.

The pain in his chest was getting worse and worse. He curled up on the ground. His whole body

trembled uncontrollably, and the veins at his neck were bulging.

"Mel!"

Lyra jumped up and sat on her knees, moving him carefully into her arms and massaging his heart to

try to ease his pain.

Chad quickly returned with the medication. After Malcolm took the medication, his condition did not

improve much.

It took time for the symptoms to subside. His handsome face was weak and pale, and he was shrinking

in Lyra's arms. He had to endure the pain until the medication took effect.

She watched the angina came on so visually. Lyra's heart also seemed to have been viciously pierced,

even with her internal organs were painful.

Chad also saw Malcolm's angina attack for the first time, and stood pacing back and forth, hating

himself for not being able to suffer this for him.

Being unable to look away, Lyra rolled up her cuff and stretched her small and thin arm to Malcolm's

mouth.

"Mel, don't force yourself to endure it alone. Bite me! Let me hurt with you!"

Malcolm pursed his lips and resisted. He only clutched her sweaty palm and interlock his fingers with

hers.

Chad squatted down and immediately rolled up his sleeve and handed it over, "You bite mine. Miss

Lyra's skin is fine. Mine is thick. I'm not afraid of pain!"

Malcolm buried his face in Lyra's arms and refused to bite Chad's arm.

Seeing him being so stubborn, Lyra sighed.

If this continued, how long will he be in pain?

She tried to find her senses and looked calmly at Chad, "He's waiting for the pill to take effect. This isn't

a good idea. Can he get a pain shot?"

Chad was chagrined, "It's the first time I've seen he has an attack. I don't know!"

He didn't know, and Lyra made up her own mind.

"Come over here and carry him. We're going to the lab now!"

...

Fifteen minutes later, the lab.

Malcolm's breath went calm under the pain relief injection and he passed out from exhaustion.

Lyra was at his bedside. Her fingertips brushed his furrowed brows.

Jimmy came in and handed her all the previous data.

"In the future, you need to be always sure to take care of his emotions. Every time when angina

attacks, he uses all his strength to endure the pain. When he is weak, the virus will accelerate the

spread."

"Also, pain injections have side effects. If he use them every time he has an attack, it will double the

damage to his body."

Lyra nodded and listened as she checked Malcolm's data.

The red data was particularly eye-catching.

She took a deep breath and suppressed her guilt before asking Jimmy, "Is there really nothing that can

be done about this virus? Even if it can't be completely cured for the time being, at least find a way to

prolong his time."

Jimmy shook his head. Malcolm was not awake, so he chose to talk to Lyra straight, "I fear to let

Malcolm down, so my words were very conservative. In fact ..."