After divorce I am a billionaire

Late at night.

In Lyre Spiti, occasionally there came with the sound of a belt hitting mixed with the muffled grunt of someone in pain from time to time, and a woman's soft laughter.

In the quiet evening, these sounds mingled were especially abrupt.

But it caused infinite imagination and the desire to explore.

Malcolm "got what he wanted" and experienced a wedding night he would never forget.

It was a little reward after lust.

* It was the same night that Lyra would never forget as her wedding night.

Since her pregnancy, she had not done high-risk exercise programs in a long time.

Tonight she rode on him, used the belt as a whip and wielded it with abandon ..

Well, it was fun as hell.

With this extreme eroticism, Lyra's experience was pleasurable and soothing, but Malcolm's experience sucked.

In the early morning, the sunlight poured into the bedroom through the half-covered curtains, reflecting on the two good-looking and delicate sides of Lyra and Malcolm's faces.

Malcolm was sleeping on his back.

His arm circled Lyra's chest. Even in his sleep, he had developed a habit of avoiding pressing against Lyra's belly.

Last night was the wedding night after getting the license. The two played until late at night so they were now very exhausted.

They were sleeping very soundly and didn't wake yet.

Until Lyra's cell phone rang on the bedside table.

She reached for it in a daze, and it was Twelve again.

But this time, it was indeed Twelve who made this phone call.

For his and Fifteen's negligence that led to the release of Ethel, he admitted the fault.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Some time ago, we noticed she was not that restless, so we relaxed. We did not expect her to make trouble again. She jointed Cerys' son Keagan, dazed us and ran. We accept the punishment.” Lyra skipped over the punishment and asked lazily, "Where is she? Have you found her yet?" "No, yesterday we went down the river and salvaged all day. No one was seen at all. We also went downstream to several villages to look for her. We got no info about her. She was wounded by a gunshot. The river that day was cold. Could ... she has died?" "Even if she has died, | have to see her body." Lyra's voice turned cold and she ordered, "Keep searching. Search the villages downstream more times. She can't get far. She must still be in the villages." REST Lyra hung up the phone. After this disturbing phone call, she had been completely awake from her drowsiness and sat on the bed.

Behind her, Malcolm felt the sudden rush in of cold air, and his little petite wife was slipped from his palm. He frowned with uneasiness and unconsciously grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Under the comforter, Lyra's nightgown was tightly seized by his hand.

She lowered her eyes and noticed that Malcolm was sleeping on his back.

The back of his waist was hurt from her sitting last night, or ...? She leaned in, playing with Malcolm's hair and purposely blowing close to his ear.

"Honey, why are you sleeping in this position? Do you need me to massage your waist?" Malcolm half-squinted his sleepy eyes and made a soft "hmm" sound.

Lyra fell back to sleep under the comforter, with her fingers and palms gently massaging his back.

However, when she was massaging, she smiled even more evilly.

Her fingertips silently moved down and stopped on his firm and upturned butt.

Through the thin silk pajama pants, she cautiously rubbed it and could obviously feel there were still swollen .

He was about to caress him when her wrist was grabbed.

Malcolm was sleepy. His long eyelashes lifted and he gave her a doting stare, "Stop it. I'm still sleepy.” Lyra had to let go.

"Okay, it was a hard night, so you can get more sleep. | go to the Lloyd Manor." She leaned over and kissed his forehead.

Then she got out of bed, packed up quickly and left Lyre Spiti.

Half an hour later, the limousine was parked in front of Reginald's villa at Anning Hill.

She went all the way in, and as she passed the hall, she keenly heard the faint and hoarse chanting of a man coming from inside.

It was morning and he were still reading? She walked over and opened the door of the hall slightly and watched quietly for a while.

Collin was swaying. It looked very hard to kneel here. His throat was only a little better before he started chanting again.

If he repeated this for several times, it was estimated that he would completely lose his voice.

Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and she looked grim.

This time, instead of walking away quietly, she pushed the door in.

Squeak- The sound of the door interrupted Collin's chanting.

Instead, he didn't turn around but just casually said in his hoarse voice, "Why are you sending breakfast again? I'm not hungry yet. I'll go back when I've finished." Lyra stood far from the door and didn't move.

Collin waited for a while and did not hear a reply, so he turned his head suspiciously to check.

The moment when he saw that it was Lyra, he looked slightly stunned and completely stopped chanting.

Lyra's face was expressionless and cold. "If you think that reading the Buddhist Scriptures all the time will make me forgive you and make me forget about your previous indulgence of Ethel, that's not necessary." Her eyes looked firm and very cold, "Even if you become a mute, | won't feel sorry for you." Collin swallowed lightly. His long eyelashes lowered, covering the lost emotions in his eyes.

He said nothing. He turned his head, readjusted to the standard punitive kneeling position and continued to chant.

Lyra's eyebrows tightened and her face grew chilly, only to feel that he was obstinate.

Thinking of Eleven's report about Ethel in the morning, she spoke again, "Ethel stunned my bodyguards and escaped. Do you know about this?" Collin's chanting stopped. He turned back again and saw her eyes seriously, "This time, | really didn't know." With little expression, she continued, "The day before yesterday, it was raining heavily, and she ran all the way to the river. She was shot and fell into the river. Whether she will survive is uncertain.” Collin slightly averted his eyes and did not say anything.

She stared at him closely. Seeing his expressions, she asked suspiciously, "Didn't you protect her life all this time to repay her mother's kindness? Now that she's dying, you're not anxious?" Collin lowered his eyes and whispered hoarsely, "It's uncertain. She has not already died. Perhaps, she's still alive.” "So you don't want to save her from her misery?" Lyra raised her eyebrows, and her eyes looked cold and chilly.

He calmly withdrew his gaze and looked again at the Buddhist Scriptures in his hand, speaking with extra seriousness.

"These days, | have been reading and copying the Buddhist Scriptures over and over again. Suddenly | see through a lot of things. | have protected her many times, and now that | have resigned from the Bureau of National Affairs, | do not have the same ability as before.” "In the future, she has to choose her own path. Whether she dies or lives, it is her destiny. She needs to seek for her own fortunate. I can not protect her and | will no longer protect her." Lyra listened quietly, being cognizant of his every expression.

After a while, she laughed lightly, "It seems that you did not read this book for nothing. Indeed, you have already regarded it as unimportant than before. It's a progress.” It was the calmest and gentlest words she had said to Collin during this period of time.

With Collin's miserable pale lips, he smiled and moved his bruised knees to face her on his knees.

With a muffled voice, he apologized to her sincerely.

"Rara, what happened before was my fault. | now understand how wrong | was and how much | hurt you. This time, | am sincerely atoning and repenting. Can you forgive me?" mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1