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Lyra stared at the man who was pretending to be asleep and smiled evilly. She sounded a little regretful.

"I'm relieved to see you're sleeping so deeply. I've thought carefully and I think it's better to go back to Lloyd's Parlor. I'll leave it to Chad to take good care of you afterwards. See you in a couple of days." She was about to move his head away and get up.

The man on his lap suddenly circled her waist with a strong force, regardless of his head into her arms.

"Chad is careless. Can't take care of me. Rara ..." His voice even sounded a little aggrieved.

Lyra stifled a laugh and deliberately pushed him out, "That won't do. my luggage is at Lloyd's Parlor. | have to get back." Malcolm rose from her arms, grabbed his cell phone, and called Chad.

"Tomorrow, go to the mall to buy something. Rara's size is S size. Foot size is 34. buy those good-looking necklace, earrings and jewelry. Fill the wardrobes with clothes.” After the command, he quickly hung up the phone.

Lyra was still in a daze when he was in her arms once again.

He was tall but he looked sickly as if he was weaker than her.

However, when she didn't notice, he snickered wickedly.

Once she lived in his villa, she can't move out again! Lyra didn't know what he had in mind, and her thoughts were still on his words when she asked curiously, "How do you know | wear size S?" "I've hugged you." Well, she was thin, but anyone who was thoughtful should be able to guess.

But...

Lyra frowned suspiciously, "And how do you know my foot size?" Malcolm didn't know what to say.

Did he reveal something? Lyra saw that he was silent. He was probably thinking about how to fool her again.

As long as it was quiet, it must be weird! She stretched out her fingertips and grabbed his cheek viciously, using a little force.

"Hiss!" Malcolm's features tightened and he turned back to his wronged expression, "Be gentle. I'm hurt ..." How was it that every tshe was able to seize every opportunity to bully him with precision? Malcolm was quite depressed.

Lyra didn't pay attention to his tone of pretending to be aggrieved, "Tellhonestly. When was this?" "The last tyou got drunk at Peachpuff. | carried you to the hotel and took care of you all night. | just wiped your face and washed your feet. And the night you got drunk at the White Manor. Just two times!" At that time, he saw that her feet were so small.

Round and fair, but lovely.

He then took his hand and compared it to her foot size, not realizing that Rara's feet were even smaller than his hands.

Lyra instantly blushed and her toes subconsciously tightened.

Washing her feet was something she would never have dreamed Malcolm would sneak in while she was drunk and unconscious.

How embarrassing was this! Malcolm's brows knitted tighter and there was another cry of pain as she put a little more pressure on her hand.

"Apart from that, have you done anything nasty to my feet, Malcolm? Con, tell me!" Lyra stared at him inquisitively, meaning something.

Malcolm was wordless.

What was it? Was he wrong, or was Lyra wrong? His thin lips opened and closed, just about to explain. Lyra was suddenly terrified that he would say something amazing that she couldn't accept.

"Forget it. Don't say anything yet. Letcalm myself down." She let go of his cheek, moved him out of her arms, got up, and glared at him condescendingly.

"In view of your previously unknown licentious behavior and possible special fetishes, | have decided to observe you for a while!" "Don't think you can sleep withat night. I'll sleep in the next room while | take care of you. I'll lock the door! You behave yourself! If you dare to pry in the door in the middle of the night, I'll chop off both your hands! If you dare to sneak into my bed, I'll chop off your hand!" She stared between his legs and made a chopping motion. Her eyes were blazing and her tone was ruthless and threatening.

"Rara ..." Malcolm was so wronged.

He finally had the chance to sleep with her again, and he was losing it now? He grunted in grievance and tried to pull her hand, but ended up grabbing it in vain.

Lyra ignored his pouting and turned her head away, adding, "Sleep well and get well. One more word from you and I'll ignore you for a month." Malcolm was just inexplicably banned, and could only weakly watch her leave the bedroom and close the door with her backhand.

He tried to explain.

But if Lyra really ignored him for a month, he couldn't accept it! Not even for a day! He was really dumb and there was no way to say.

With the threat of Lyra, Malcolm didn't make much of a fuss over the last two days.

For two days in a row, Lyra took care of him.

With her reminding him of taking the medication, Malcolm was almost healed.

But in addition to taking care of Malcolm, she was also working on the Angle Group.

While Malcolm was napping, she talked to Kellie on the phone in Frayton.

"Yes, Cody, Melissa, Elias ... these artists are my key training targets. You transfer them to Suham headquarters. | want to keep an eye on them personally in the future." "Also, tomorrow is the opening ceremony of Angle Group Tower. No mistakes. Have you sent out the invitations? Make sure to double check that all those big players in the entertainment industry have received them. Givea list of those who have promised to attend. well, letknow if there is anything else..." She was on the phone in the garden when Chad sneaked into Malcolm's room.

Malcolm quietly went into the bathroom while Lyra was working. He spit up blood, and then cleaned the blood from the sink.

Chad just happened to see it when he cin.

"Boss, why don't we find an excuse tomorrow or the day after tomorrow and go to the lab for another test? Why do | think you've been vomiting blood more and more frequently lately?" Malcolm refused, "No, my own body, | know it well. It should not be a problem for now. Do you bring the inhibitor?" Chad took out the inhibitor, quickly sterilized it, and stabbed it steadily into his interjugular vein.

Malcolm's dark eyes lightly narrowed. Although it was painful, he seemed to be used to having to live on injections of inhibitors.

Chad remembered the slap Collin had given him the other day and his face was written with displeasure.

"Boss, next time, don't be strong. If it wasn't because the doctor gave you a shot of inhibitor to strengthen the effect of the drug in advance, just because you were so badly injured, you had to pass out on the spot, right?" Most likely, if he really fainted, he was afraid his condition would not be concealed from Lyra.

Malcolm knew it by heart and kept his head down without saying anything.

Chad sighed and stuffed the injected syringe into his pocket, intending to take it out quietly.

He had just gotten up when a clear and delicate voice suddenly sounded at the door.

"What kind of inhibitor?" Lyra was leaning against the door, looking at Malcolm on the bed, and at Chad, whose back was stiff.

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