The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 224 Malcolm, you look like a man

Malcolm held his breath and turned his eyes back gently.

Lyra was sitting on a sofa by the window, with her back to him, sipping wine.

He clenched his palms so tightly that they were sweating. He was thinking. Could she possibly be

drunk again?

Will she be as gentle with him again as it was the other night?

"I don't think I know Mr. Malcolm, but you have actually tried to get engaged to me. About this, don't

you think you should give me an explanation?"

Malcolm was twisting the door's handle and felt desperate.

Because Lyra spoke clearly and smoothly and her breath was steady, it was estimated she was not

drunk yet!

Then wouldn't he be finished tonight?

But he hasn't figured out how to face her ...

He quickly walked towards the window and tried to jump out of it and run away. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Lyra's careless voice came, "Rudolph ordered in advance to lock the window. I heard it is still

bulletproof glass. You can't break it. Just talk. Are you afraid of what?"

This time, he can't run away and can't avoid it.

Malcolm subconsciously touched his face. The ghost face mask was still on, then Lyra should not be so

easy to recognize him.

He cleared his throat, "Miss Lloyd is joking. I don't know you and I only chose to get engaged to you

because I had my fortune told and thought it was a good fit."

Lyra put down her red wine glass and looked back at him while saying, "I told you last time that I had

someone I like ..."

She stuttered abruptly.

The man standing by the window was dressed in a suit, which was reserved and awe-inspiring.

Simply by standing in place, the familiarity that ran deep into her mind came over her.

Her expression gradually froze, and she sized up the man by the window from top to bottom, carefully.

Malcolm noticed the change in her face and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.

"Mr. Malcolm, you look like a person?"

Lyra got up. Her brows furrowed, and she slowly walked towards Malcolm.

"You should be mistaken. We didn't meet before."

His eyes were cold and his voice was low and husky.

Lyra's eyes gradually reddened as she looked into his unmistakably familiar dark eyes.

She suddenly reached out, grabbed him by the collar of his suit and pressed him hard against the

window glass.

"What are you pretending, Melvin? You think I can't recognize you just because you wear a mask? Your

eyes, your every little movement, you can fool others, but not me!"

Malcolm was numb.

Would he confess?

Would Lyra think he was lying to her all along?

She hated deception. She did not like him originally and will be more disgusted with him later. And she

will be more reluctant to forgive him ...

"You didn't die. Why didn't you come to me? Why did you become Malcolm? Melvin, give me a

reasonable explanation!"

Lyra clutched his collar, trembling with tightness. There was shock, confusion and anger in her eyes.

"Miss Lloyd, I ..."

"What did you call me!?"

Lyra's other hand raised. Her elbow bent and swung hard across, hitting him unmercifully in the

abdomen.

"Hiss ..."

Malcolm's features twisted together under his ghostly face mask in pain, and he bent his spine

uncontrollably, only to have Lyra grab him by the collar and press him back against the window glass.

He was not unable to fight back because he was afraid he would hurt Lyra.

But Lyra didn't think so.

She used her full strength in every strike.

She stared at him with violent rage, and her sanity almost disappeared.

All she could think about was that Melvin wasn't dead. He was alive!

But why didn't he come to her?

And why did he disown her?

"You don't admit it, do you? Fine! I'll do it myself!"

She reached out and went to remove his mask.

Malcolm covered it tightly, "Miss Lloyd, isn't it a good idea for you to put your hands on me tonight.

When we're officially meeting for the first time?"

"You're my fiance. What's wrong with me touching you? Why are you afraid to let me see your face? If

you're really just Malcolm , not Melvin, what are you nervous about!?"

"I ..."

Lyra didn't give him a chance to argue, and her elbow reached out, hitting him hard in the stomach

again.

Taking advantage of his extreme pain, Lyra quickly removed his mask.

When they were looking at each other, the air seemed to freeze for two seconds.

Lyra looked at his face in shock.

In addition to the eyes that were exactly the same, other features had almost been changed and there

was 50 or 60% of resemblance. His face couldn't bear the close scrutiny

But his eyes and his little gestures couldn't fool her.

He was obviously Melvin!

"Why is your face different? And wearing a skin mask, right?" She grabbed his face's skin fiercely and

tried to lift off his disguise.

Malcolm wrapped his hand around hers and said in a serious tone, "It's different because I'm Malcolm.

I've always been Malcolm!"

"I don't believe it! You've had a face-lift, haven't you? You think I won't recognize you if you change your

face? If you have the guts, you can take out your eyes and replace them too!"

She was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

She could not find more favorable proof on Malcolm's face than the resemblance.

Remembering that Melvin's back was still badly burned and whipped before the accident, she broke

free of his restraint and went straight to lift his clothes.

Malcolm: "Is it too soon for Miss Lloyd to take off my clothes?"

"Shut up! Turn around! If you're not weak-minded, let me check!"

"Okay, you check."

Malcolm raised his hands and let her take his clothes off.

Lyra, despite her suspicions, always retained the leeway.

Instead of taking off his clothes piece by piece, she pulled his shirt up from under his belt and lifted it

upwards with his suit.

The lines were clear on the wide back muscles. The middle of the back was glossy and tanned, which

looked especially good in the light of the room.

There was no sign of any injury. Melvin had a deep scar on his waist after being cut by Collin's men for

going to the mountains to look for her, but there was such a scar on Malcolm's body.

Lyra trembled as she slowly let go of her hand and retreated backwards all the way to the edge of the

bed.

She sat down sluggishly on the bed. Her mood was replaced by disappointment again.

Sanity was gradually being recovered as well.

Melvin died and the ashes were buried under her watch.

Moreover, Melvin and Malcolm's family backgrounds were so different that it was really unlikely that the

two were related.

Her heart throbbed. She thought she had lost and found, but the despair that she lost again came over

her.

But in front of Malcolm, she held back her tears.

"I was the one who mistook the person."

Malcolm sighed quietly in relief and turned around to see Lyra who lowered her eyes and her entire

body was demoralized.

He asked tentatively, "Did you just identify me as your ex-husband? It looks like you still have feelings

for him?"

Lyra pursed her lips, didn't answer, and ignored him.

She got up, sat back on the sofa, took the half bottle of red wine on the table and poured it directly into

her mouth.

"Miss Lloyd!"

Malcolm grabbed the bottle, "Your body can't take it if you drink like that."

"Sooner or later our engagement will be called off. Mr. Malcolm please mind your own business."

Her expression was cold and her tone was unemotional. Then she reopened another bottle of red wine.

Once again, Malcolm grabbed it.

"Miss Lloyd, since you want to drink, I'll keep you company."

Malcolm sat across from her on the couch and poured two glasses of red wine. As Malcolm just

finished the pouring, Lyra drank both glasses directly.

Seemingly, she did not feel relieved. So, she picked up the bottle and drank the whole bottle of wine in

a domineering manner.

The price was that she was drunk again.

Seeing that she started to be dizzy, Malcolm felt bad, walked around the coffee table and took away the

wine in her hand.

"No more wine. I'll carry you to bed and rest."

Lyra did not struggle and allowed him to hold herself.

Because the smell of Malcolm's body was too familiar, it was eroding her sanity little by little, making it

impossible for her to calm down and think.

"Mel..."

Malcolm was about to get up and go to the bathroom to get a towel to help her wash her face when he

heard the word she said and froze in place.

He froze for several seconds before turning back to Lyra incredulously, who was sleeping on the bed.

"What did you ... just call me?"