After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 315 Malcolm actively seeks being bullied

"Tell me about it."

Chad immediately leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words.

After thinking about it, he thought it was a pretty good idea and got up decisively, "Let's go, back to Lyre

Spiti!"

"Okay!"

Chad silently followed.

Just as he reached the door, Malcolm remembered something else and was filled with hostility: "Ethel,

she's a pain in the ass! Withdraw her position as the spokesperson. Use White Corp's connections to

cut off all her resources and activities. I want her to pay for her breach of contract until she loses all her

money!"

"Boss ..." Chad had a a guilty conscience.

Miss Ethel really took the blame this time!

Malcolm narrowed his cold eyes dangerously, "You want to take pity on her? Then for her breach of

contract, I'll deduct from your salary and bonus?"

After saying that, he grunted coldly and quickly took a step out of Peachpuff.

Chad immediately lost his sympathy and caught up with him, "No, boss, she really has no self-

knowledge and deserves it! I'm the one who came up with the idea for you. I'm the one who gets the

credit. You can't do this to me!"

The two quietly went back to Lyre Spiti.

The door to Lyra's room was closed and locked.

Malcolm's eyes darkened as he first went to his room and cleaned himself up.

Waiting for the sound of clattering water from Lyra's bathroom next door, he joined Chad and tumbled

into Lyra's room from the balcony.

He took off his robe and hid it under the pillow, then gingerly lifted the quilt and lay down in it

completely naked.

Chad dawdled to take out the handcuffs and was stared and scolded silently, "Move faster!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Chad immediately handcuffed his hands to the corner posts on each side of the bed, followed by the

ankle cuffs, with the keys hidden under the desk lamp.

This delicate look, mouth-watering figure, and that stunningly good-looking face!

The picture was really too ...

Not to mention Lyra, even Chad gulped and was a bit overwhelmed!

The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped.

Seeing that Lyra was about to come out, Malcolm said to him in a frenzy, "Belt belt belt! On the coat

rack.Quick!"

Chad nodded hastily and gingerly took the belt from the coat rack, folded it in half, and placed it across

Malcolm's lips so he could hold it in his teeth.

After doing this, Malcolm gave him a look and said, "Get the hell out of here! Hurry up!"

Chad immediately covered him with a quilt, hid even his head under the covers, and turned off the light.

By the time Lyra came out of the bathroom, Chad just finished and climbed out from the balcony.

The leaves outside the window were blown by a gust of wind and swayed gently.

Lyra did not rush to turn on the lights, while taking a towel to wipe her wet hair, and walking to the floor-

to-ceiling windows. Then she locked the window and closed the curtains.

The room was dark suddenly, but interspersed with a hint of something unusual.

Lyra pretended not to know anything. First she went to the bathroom to blow dry the hair and did a full

set of skin care routine, ignoring Malcolm for almost half an hour.

Malcolm, who was hiding under the covers, went from a rapid heartbeat at the beginning, almost

bursting with tension, to a gradual smoothing of his breath.

He had already drunk tonight, and with the comfortable quilt covering him, sleepiness swept through

his nerves.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, the bedside table lamp was turned on and the quilt that covered his

body was lifted.

The cold air drilled in and froze his skin, which made him shiver gently.

He fluttered his eyelashes and saw Lyra's clear and starry eyes the moment the quilt was lifted.

"Why are you in my bed?"

Lyra had been prepared, but was still stunned by Malcolm.

He had a belt in his mouth. His former deep and black eyes were bright and shiny, full of good

manners, and his eyes seemed to have the little excitement of "come and fix me" written in them.

His expression was silly and a bit inexplicably cute.

And, as the boss of the National Investigation Bureau, he was handcuffed and confined to her bed, and

was completely naked.

It was really ... a different kind of fun experience.

Lyra's heart fluttered slightly.

Malcolm looked like this and it made her feel a little guilty.

He was such a good fiancé. How can she bear to bully him hard? She should love him more!

She removed the belt from Malcolm's mouth, gently lifted his chin with her palm, and kissed his thin

lips.

After the long and warm kiss, Lyra straightened up, helped him cover the quilt, and asked knowingly,

"You didn't commit a crime, so why did you handcuff yourself to my bed?"

Malcolm looked melancholy. His tone was lost, "To make you angry is a crime. Tonight, I was careless.

I was wrong. You can beat me out of anger."

He was so sincere in admitting his mistake tonight, so she couldn't bear to beat him.

She checked his handcuffs and found that his wrists were red by that.

Thinking that she had just ignored him for half an hour, she regretted a little, "Do your hands hurt?

Where are the keys? I'll unlock it for you."

Malcolm ducked his hands to the side to keep her from trying to untie them. His eyes were growing red,

"You won't even do it? You really won't forgive me? Are you still trying to back out of the marriage with

me and go marry Anthony?"

Lyra was stunned to hear what was going on here.

She had told him so much before, but his brain was really filled with garbage? He didn't remember a Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

single word?

"Why are you bringing up these things again!" Lyra's tone was serious a bit.

Malcolm's dark eyes were watery, and he bit the corner of his lip, "Why can't I mention it? The fact that

you are not at all determined inside shows you had this intention!"

Lyra was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, she had considered agreeing to Anthony's conditions in order to completely cure his body.

"I just haven't thought about it enough to make a decision, but I will find a foolproof way to solve these

problems."

On this matter, she could not face Malcolm, and did not have the mood to continue to play with him.

She pretended to look around for the keys and finally took them out from under the lamp and helped

him unlock the handcuffs and ankle cuffs.

"Go back to your room and sleep. We'll talk about it later."

Malcolm clenched his fists and said with his hoarse voice, "Later, again, later! Ever since Anthony,

you've always stonewalled me! Not even a word of truth comes out of your mouth!"

"You made a mistake and yelled at me?"

Lyra was also angered by him and held it back before saying, "Forget it. I don't want to fight with you

tonight. If you want to use this room, then I'll go downstairs and find a guest bedroom."

Guest bedroom?

Was this her way of treating herself as a guest and starting to alienate him?

Her causal words were like a time bomb.

It blew his sanity without remnants.

Just as Lyra turned to leave, he quickly sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. It

was so tight that his arms were shaking.

"Don't go! Don't leave me!"

Lyra paused to break his arms.

This action was as if to push him outward.

The sadness of having to lose her again after so much effort to get her heart back was overwhelming.

He held her tighter. His forehead pressed against her back, and his voice choked and helpless.

"Don't, please ..."

Lyra froze on the spot, and her body ached viciously.

Her heart felt like it had been pierced by tens of thousands of steel needles, and it hurt so much that

she could hardly breathe.

More than half a year ago, Malcolm had been chastised by the White family for her, and was badly

injured.

That evening, he endured severe pain and held her waist in this way as well. He said with a humble

tone, praying her not to let go of ...