After divorce I am a billionaire

Malcolm's mind was blank.

Mel? He never thought that the word would cout of Lyra's mouth. Was she shouting at him when he was Melvin? Did this prove that she actually still had at least a touch of affection for him? His heart was in turmoil. After vacillating for a while, he finally decided to muster the courage to speak.

"Lyra, | actually ..." Not waiting for him to finish, Lyra, who was sleeping on the bed and whose face was red, indignantly grabbed his cuffs.

"Melvin! If you dare to lie toagain, I'll see your corpse! I'll dig your grave! I'll dig out your coffin and flog your corpse for 300 times!" So cruel...

The words that he just wanted to say were instantly choked back.

Being dejected, he sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating.

Lyra didn't love him anymore, and he knew it all along.

As her ex-husband, his only role seemed to be a tool used by her for blame-shifting.

If Lyra knew that he had made a huge lie, she would abhor him and never give him another chance, right? His heart was stifled and he sat silently on the edge of the bed looking at Lyra who was sleeping.

This marriage contract was what he took the trouble to beg for, because what he regretted most in his life was divorcing her on the spot. He was so afraid he would lose her again.

Since confessing would make things worse, he just let her accept the fact that Melvin was dead forever.

Let him start over with her all over again as Malcolm! Lyra slept restlessly, and her furrowed brows made her expression fierce even when she was asleep.

Malcolm carefully smoothed her brows with his hand and leaned down to gently kiss her forehead.

Then he went to the bathroom and took out a towel to help her wipe her face and hands, and finally went to the closet and got a clean quilt. After that, he went to the small sofa and curled up for the night.

He slept through the night in a daze.

Malcolm was awakened by the sound of the lock being unlocked outside his door.

Lyra was still sleeping and he gingerly made his way out the door.

Outside the door was Charles. His eyes narrowed into a smile, "Mr. Malcolm, are you congenial with the young lady of Lloyd family last night? Did you ..." Charles made a two-handed thumbs-up gesture.

Malcolm's expression was cold and he ignored the subject, "When she wakes up, let her have breakfast with grandpa before she leaves. And if she doesn't want to, don't force her." "Yes, Mr. Malcolm." Malcolm went to the next room first to wash up before exiting the old Mr. White's villa.

Just as he reached the entrance of the villa, he heard a voice coming from around the corner.

When he listened carefully, he noticed it was Chad.

However, there was another person. It seemed to be Fifteen.

"Fifteen, why are you here so early? Miss Lyra shouldn't be awake yet. You might have to wait a little longer." "It's okay. But Miss didn't drink last night, right? She drank a lot at the party, so | guess she has to get drunk again. She still thinks she has the salcohol tolerance as before! No control!" Fifteen sighed heavily.

Chad was wondering, "What's wrong with Miss Lyra?" Fifteen wanted to say but stopped, "It's all happening in the past. She doesn't let us talk about it. If she knows, she'll deduct our wages." "Tell m. | don't see her often. She won't know. And there are only two of us here. I'll keep my mouth shut.” Malcolm, who was separated from the two by a wall, was ready to leave. But when he heard it was about Lyra, he walked back again.

Fifteen: "You still remember the death of Mr. Melvin six months ago, right? Since Miss cback from the funeral, she shut herself in Mr. Melvin's room. For three days, she didn't eat and drink, but cried. And she drank all the spirits with heavy concentration of alcohol on the cabinet. She didn't eat anything! Her body simply can not stand it and her stomach almost burned through. Since then, her body got worse." Chad was shocked.

"Miss Lyra she...actually...” "Alas, she is tough. In fact, she really cared about Mr. Melvin. She couldn't accept the fact that he died, and had collapsed for a long time. Forget about the pas. We should not mention it." Chad was puzzled: "But why? I've heard she's been quite fond of Mr. Frazier lately?" "Mr. Frazier?" Fifteen was baffled, "Who told you? She's never given a single look to any other man except for Mr. Melvin." As for what the two men said later, Malcolm did not listen.

His brain buzzed.

Fifteen said that Lyra cared about him a lot.

Lyra cried her eyes out over his death.

She also even drank alcohol, which almost caused stomach perforation ...

It turned out that the person he loved so much also still loved him all the time? When she said the other day that she had a crush on someone other than Garrett, did she mean a crush on him? Malcolm's whole body was shaking and his emotion could no longer be described with words! He had never been so surprised for a moment.

And he never dared to think that Lyra actually loved him ...

His eyes were red and he turned around and was about to go into the villa to find Lyra.

He can't wait to tell her that he was alive! Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him. It was Chad who had just finished talking to Fifteen.

"Boss, where are you going?" Malcolm pushed him away, "Go confess to Lyra." "Boss, have you thought it through? Last night was your first official meeting after six months, your best chance to confess, but you missed it and put on a show in front of her. She is now in the worst mood. If you go again at this time, do you think she can forgive you?" She would not.

If he went to confess now, it would be counterproductive.

Maybe Lyra would be angry, and he would be forced to be sharply demarcated from her and be completely isolated from each other all their lives.

But knowing that Lyra loved him, he didn't want to wait a minute! He suppressed his inner ecstasy and began to think about the matter rationally and analytically.

Chad was helping him think of a way, "Or boss, you can pretend to lose your memory, letting her feel bad for you. Then later you can find an opportunity to say that the memory has returned. Then she won't be so angry?" That was one way.

Malcolm was silent for a while, but finally shook his head with a grim face, "Forget it. Lyra is too shrewd. If | pretend to lose my memory and she finds out, this matter will only get more and more complicated. Then | may really beca corpse.” He paused and continued, "Still, we must find an opportunity to explain to her as early as possible, before she is completely consumed with anger." After another long moment of contemplation, he instructed Chad, "Tomorrow night, ask Lyra to cto my villa. And tell her I'm inviting her to dinner.” Chad wasn't so sure, "Miss Lyra, will she, will she coming?" "She will." Malcolm looked firm, "Lyra has always been suspicious. Last night's incident will not offset her suspicions. Probably she will investigateprivately these days, and will try to find opportunities to test me. | have to confess before she finds conclusive evidence." Chad nodded his head furiously, thinking it made sense.

This matter really can't be delayed. If Lyra found evidence before confessing and found out that Malcolm was hiding the fact from her, it would be a big deal! After the arrangements were made, Malcolm strode and headed for the old Mr. White's villa's door.

Just taking a few steps away, he remembered something else and turned back.

"This is not enough. You go to find another whip. It's gonna be rough a little. One whipping can cut skins. And it looks appalling." Chad heard it while grimacing, "Boss! You're really tough on yourself ...I" How to get his ex-wife back if he wasn't ruthless? He mistakenly missed the best tto confess last night. If Lyra was still willing to beat him tomorrow night, it would indicate that she was willing to forgive him. And if she beat him, her anger would subside.

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