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Chad turned his back on Lyra and instead of turning around immediately, he quietly exchanged a look with Malcolm.

Lyra had a lazy expression and a confused look on her face.

Just now she finished the phone call upstairs. From a distance, she heard Chad and Malcolm talking in the room, but because of the distance, she could not hear too well and only heard a relatively unfamiliar key words.

"Hmm?" Seeing that neither of them said anything, Lyra's eyes watched back and forth between the two.

Chad turned around and saw that her expression was calm, not like she was pretending. She should not have heard much so he smiled and explained.

"The inhibitor is a laboratory drug. However, just now | was discussing with my boss about the National Investigation Bureau's confidential mission. It may not be convenient to disclose to Miss Lyra." "Really?" Lyra cocked her head to look at Malcolm .

Malcolm nodded his head, looking natural, "You want to know? If you really want to know, | can tell you." Lyra thought about it, "Forget it. Since it's confidential, it's better not to tell me. I'm not really interested in it." Malcolm and Chad both breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

"Then Miss Lyra, you guys talk. I'll go out first." Lyra nodded, and once Chad was gone, she sat down next to Malcolm's bed and checked his chest wound, which had been better for two days.

In fact, in the past two days, Lyra was not really angry with him, but she only used an excuse to deliberately sleep in a separate room from him. She was afraid that he will be restless at night and find ways to seduce her to commit crimes.

In order to let his injury heal sooner, there was no way! But the injury was much better, how cthe bruise hickeys on his body were still so clear? So strange.

She tightened her eyebrows and glanced at Malcolm coldly, noticing that his eyes were evasive and odd.

"It's been a few days, how cthe marks on your body haven't dissipated at all? You didn't pinch it yourself, did you?" "How can that be!?" Malcolm was adamant, "How could | have done such a strange act, but this is the first tyou have taken the initiative, so let's keep it as a souvenir, shall we?" Lyra's eyebrows furrowed. Obviously there were still doubts in the heart.

"Rara, | want to take a shower." Malcolm interrupted her thoughts. His deep dark eyes fixed on her with a shimmer.

Lyra barely considered it, "No, you're not completely healed. You can't get wet. I'll have Chad cin and let him clean your body?" Malcolm was depressed, accusing, "You said last tthat my body could only be shown to you in the future. You want Chad to trash me?" Looking at his aggrieved expression, Lyra touched his handsface.

The pair of clear eyes suddenly flashed a hint of cunning. Her red lips hooked up in a sexy arc.

She slowly approached Malcolm, and her soft voice was very compelling, "Mel, if you wantto serve you, it's not impossible.

But before that, | have a surprise to finish with you first. You will like it." Malcolm's eyes lit up and his heart fluttered slightly.

Lyra continued: "When you're done later, you'll be sticky, so I'll wipe your body then. Don't have to wipe it twice." Malcolm restrained the anticipation in his eyes and replied calmly and steadily, "Yes." "Then wait for me. I'll go next door and get something." Something? Malcolm had a vague sense that something was wrong.

Lyra had already gone to the next bedroom and trotted back again in a flash.

She cin again with her hands behind her back and a mysterious look on her face.

Then she took off her shoes and got into bed, slowly straddling him and kneeling on the bed.

The fair fingertips began to unbutton his remaining shirt buttons one by one patiently.

Her cold fingers unbuttoned, and accidentally touched his warm skin.

It was like a deliberate tease, setting off a shiver through his body, and his breathing followed by a shortness of breath.

It was the exact sprelude script as the hospital day.

Lyra had figured it out and was finally going to start sex again? However, Malcolm was not yet happy to see Lyra take out a box of dark green jar hidden behind her. The lid was opened. A light scent of medicine wafted out.

Malcolm was confused.

Lyra saw his puzzled gaze, plucked out a dark brown ointment with her fingers, rubbed it in her palm until it melted and warmed slightly, then gently applied it to the bruises on Malcolm's body.

"Mel, this is the method | specially asked the doctor yesterday. It helps to activate the blood and help the marks to recover quickly. Tomorrow, these bruises on your body will be gone. Are you happy?" Her voice was playful.

She was determinate to completely destroy the evidence.

She would never let a fourth person know of her deed that day at the hospital on impulse! Malcolm was speechless.

What exactly was he expecting just then? Lyra noticed his deathly pale pupils and wondered, "Why aren't you happy. Is it because you don't like this little surprise?" It was her first tto give massage herself! Malcolm took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and squeezed two words out of his teeth, "Like it!" Lyra was so happy that her hands were massaging harder, and she learned the techniques online yesterday.

"Mel, don't move. I'll try to be very gentle!" Malcolm looked out the window with his head cocked, motionless, at her mercy.

The corners of his thin lips were pursed and his expression was extraordinarily gloomy.

"Does this hurt? Do you needto be gentle? Forget it, or use a little force. You put up with it I" "Your abs are so nice to touch, hehehehehe ..." "Mel, are you comfortable? Am | great? Compliment me!" "Awesome!" Lyra forgot to close the bedroom door, which was ajar, when she cin.

Her voice was not small, and all of it reached Chad, who was walking down the stairs.

Especially Malcolm's final and labored murmur, it sounded particularly soulful.

Was this what they were doing at ...? Chad's jaw dropped in shock.

Was him listening to Boss and Miss Lyra having sex? His ears were dirty ah ah ah! Boss had only just stopped for two days. How can they do it again!? Heartless and inhumane.

Miss Lyra was a sex fiend! Chad was so worried about his boss's life that he stood in the stairs and stomped his feet.

No way! Even if his boss would be angry and deduct his salary, he must do something! He rubbed his hands together and thought deeply for a moment.

Suddenly the plan cto his mind.

He quietly went upstairs and stood right in the bedroom aisle and started clapping loudly with his hands in a very rhythmic manner.

"Snap! Snap! Snap ..." The two people in the room were not surprised to hear his applause.

Lyra glanced out the door, saw no one there, approached Malcolm and whispered, "What's Chad doing? He's clapping quite vigorously. Is he sick? As his boss, you should also be more concerned about the mental health of your subordinates. You know?" Malcolm was extremely speechless.

He heard it.

Applause and "slapping", both had a general meaning of that.

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