After divorce I am a billionaire

"Abigail ..." He frowned, covered his shoulder and called softly with red eyes.

It was the first time for Abigail to see such an expression. She was stupefied for a long time before realizing what happened.

Then she closed her eyes not to see him.

"Micah, | am now the fiancee of the weaver family. | have no relationship with you. If you do anything to me today, my reputation will be all ruined.” These words quickly recalled Micah's remaining sobriety.

"| was abrupt.” He got up and sat down in a nearby chair, with his arms and legs scrunched together.

His lower lip was bitten by him out of a row of blood marks. His body could not stop trembling. His face was more red than normal. Obviously, it was very hard to endure that.

The moment when Abigail got free, she ran for the door and left without a backward glance.

Micah looked at her determined back and laughed at himself.

It would have been better to realize his feelings for her earlier, but he only felt hurtful after he really lost her.

He bore it alone and got sober.

On the verge of despair, the door of the private room was pushed open in a hurried manner.

Abigail didn't leave. She came back and brought the manager with her to help Micah who was dragged.

Micah looked at her who had gone and returned, and his heart felt soft and touched like never before.

Lyre Spiti.

At lunchtime, Sophia was puzzled to see Malcolm holding the railing and walking down the stairs less than smoothly.

"Sir, what's wrong with your legs? Rheumatic?" Malcolm, limping along in anger, replied, "Yes, my knees hurt." Sophia looked at the sunshine outside in disbelief, "But it didn't rain in Suham last night. How come you got rheumatic?" He lowered his face, cleared his throat, and explained without blushing, "Yesterday Rara grabbed the quilt away. | might catch a cold." "So itis." Sophia always felt what he said was a little bit strange, but she could tell exactly why. "Mr. Malcolm, please remember to take medicine. Don't kiss the babies before you have recovered. Be away from them a little to avoid infecting.” "Okay." He hardly hesitated. It was better not to get close to them. Otherwise, he would be beaten again.

As they both chatted, there was sound of footsteps coming from the third floor stairwell.

Malcolm immediately directed Sophia, "You're down here to prepare milk for the babies? Then get to work and don't ask any more questions.” "Yes sir." Sophia turned around and went into the kitchen.

Lyra just walked fast. Seeing him holding the railing, she held his arm.

"It still hurts? Wasn't it medicated last night?" The moment she asked, Malcolm wrinkled his eyebrows in grievance and complained in a very small voice, "How can the swelling go down after a single application of medicine? | had knelt on the board for more than two hours!" He tightened his arms around her waist, took off his leather gloves and showed her the red and swollen bruises on both hands, "I was punished but | have no reward. Rara, when are you going to comfort me?" Rara caressed his hands gently with her fingertips. Seeing that he was still very aggrieved, she kissed him on his lips.

"There is a business banquet the day after tomorrow. When | come back from the banquet, | will sleep with you and make you comfortable, okay?" Malcolm was content that the time was changed from a week later to the day after.

However, he was keen to sense something different from her words.

"What do you mean by ‘when you come back from the banquet? You're going to there alone? Leave me behind at the villa?" Lyra nodded, "If both of us are away, Sophia will be looking after our babies by herself. There will be oversights. | won't feel at ease." "That won't work either." He was adamant, "| have to go with you." His wife looked too beautiful. If he was not present, what if someone wanted to flirt with her? When he was thinking about it, he got a little bit angry.

Lyra helped him put on his gloves and said patiently, "Mel, what did you promise me last night? To put the babies first, just like me. If you really want to go, then I'll stay home and take care of our babies with Sophia." "Why can't we both go together?" He continued to persuade, "If you're not sure, | can transfer a whole team of soldiers to come and guard, to make sure that not a single ant will be easily let in." Lyra was speechless. Was that what she meant? Malcolm continued, "If you still don't feel up to it, I'l call Chad and Keira over and have them both stay with Sophia to take care of our babies." Lyra looked at him and didn't say anything.

His eyes looked depressed and hurtful, "If | go alone, aren't you afraid that some women will hook me up and take my soul away by then?" Lyra's expression turned serious as well and she said, "If they can hook you up, then | won't love you anymore. Even if | already have babies with you, | will leave together with them so that you can never find us.” Malcolm suddenly didn't know what to say.

His heart fluttered as if he made fool of himself.

He put up his finger decisively and swore, "It was an inappropriate analog. | promise it will never happen, but Rara, you'll have to be with me to make each other at ease.” "Listen to me this time, okay?" His voice sounded soft and he fawned.

Lyra pinched his cheek and finally compromised.

Malcolm had behaved very well the past two days since he received the severe punishment.

When Lyra had to take care with their babies, he was unfailingly there for her and helped her with everything.

The day of the banquet.

Because it was a business banquet, Lyra and Malcolm changed into decent clothes in the afternoon.

Chad and Keira also arrived at Lyre Spiti in the middle of the afternoon.

The two of them were more than happy to help Sophia with the baby-sitting chore.

Several people gathered around Spencer and Molly in a harmonious atmosphere.

While Chad went downstairs to learn how to handle the nursing bottles from Sophia, Keira took Lyra's arm and whispered.

"Lyra, a few months ago when you got your license with Mr. Malcolm, do you remember what you said to me that day?" Lyra shook her head decisively. She had to say a lot of things every day. How could she remember? Keira explained with a smile, "You said the other day | have to make my own money to have the capital to dominate everything." Lyra remembered, "| think | said something like that. What's wrong? What's wrong with the words?" She laughed heatedly and was happier but her eyes were as cunning as a small fox.

"I finally found a way to get the economic power from Chad! He has to ask me for money now. The feeling of mastering the economy is really good!" Lyra stared at her in wonder, "Oh? What did you do?" Keira mysteriously got close to her and whispered to her in front of Malcolm. "I just first ..." The two were gossiping with each other when Chad and Sophia came in.

Noticing that Keira and Lyra were whispering and having a private conversation, Chad laughed, "What are you talking about to Lyra? And you don't tell it to my brother. Is it isolation?" Malcolm's already sullen face turned even sullener as he looked askance at Chad, "Why are your little girlfriend coming into my house and being intimate with my wife?" "Yes, yes, | will definitely take her back and scold her properly.” Chad smiled and pulled Keira away.

Keira was deflated reluctantly and could only whisper, "Lyra, I'll tell you next time when | have time. It was really fun!” Lyra smiled, "Okay, I'll wait." After a short chat between the four, it was getting late and Lyra and Malcolm immediately left for the business party.

Before leaving, Lyra checked the security of the entire villa for a few more times.

To reassure her, Malcolm literally had Chad bring in the entire fourth squad of soldiers, a group of righteous soldiers who surrounded the entire villa by the wall.

From a distance, the villa looked like in high-security.

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