After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra did not answer immediately, but turned her head to look at Malcolm, who was lying next to her.

She found him staring at herself with dark eyes sulking.

He was obediently lying, so it was surprising that he can't have sex with her, which was really too tormenting.

Lyra knew this as well, decisively refused the assistant on the phone, "I'm not available today. | rest at home for a day. | won't go to the company. If she is willing to wait, show her some respect to serve her tea or something. If she wants to sit in the parlor for a day, let her do it." "Okay, Ms. Lloyd." "Well, I have business today. Very busy, so don't bother me if it's not a big deal that the group is closing down." "Yes, Ms. Lloyd." Hanging up the phone, she pressed herself against Malcolm, "Honey, for the the way to handle it, are you satisfied?" Malcolm smiled uncontrollably and gently. His inner delight was not concealed.

He leaned close to Lyra's ear and said in a teasing voice, "Very satisfying." Lyra leaned in and kissed him again on the lips.

Sweetness intertwined as the two spent a rare and wonderful afternoon together.

From waking up in the afternoon, to the evening, the two had not gotten out of bed. After strenuous sex, they had been lying in bed playing. It was the world only for each other.

Near the end of the night, Lyra's cell phone rang again.

But this time it wasn't official business; the caller was Melissa.

Since Melissa lost her memory for four years, she had been taken back by Keith and carefully taken care of, and it had been a long time since she hadn't called her.

Melissa's muffled voice came through on the phone, "Lyra, are you free at the moment? Can you come out?" Lyra was keen to hear something unusual in her voice, "Melissa, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?" Melissa didn't say a word.

"Did Keith bully you? You tell me and I'll help you teach him a lesson." "|..." Melissa stammered for a while before saying, "I snuck out of the villa and didn't want to go back to Mr. Keith's house or the Callahan Residence." She was mentally regressed four years, and today she was completely devoid of social experience.

"You're running away from home?" Lyra sighed, "So where are you? I'm coming over." Melissa observed the surrounding buildings. Suham was unfamiliar in her memory.

Lyra communicated with her for quite a while, could not figure out her location, and finally had to teach her to use What's App and send real-time location.

Before leaving the villa, Lyra was in a hurry to change her clothes, " Mel, Melissa is estimated to have quarreled with Keith. She is a little emotional. | will go to check on the situation. | will try to return home early." Malcolm was outwardly calm and reasonable, "Okay, be safe.” As soon as Lyra left, Malcolm called Keith and asked in a sullen tone, "What happened to you and Melissa? How dare you let her have the opportunity to run away from home and exhaust Rara to go over there with her." "Melissa ran away from home?" Keith was dumbfounded. He was still at work and didn't get to go back. How did this happen? Without hanging up the phone with Malcolm, he took out his other phone and called the villa's bodyguard. He learned from the bodyguard that Melissa was indeed not at the villa and had snuck out at some point.

He was so anxious that he didn't feel like going to work.

"Why? I've been pretty nice lately. | haven't had a fight with her.” The two men exchanged.

* Lyra drove to the middle of nowhere, and in the dark of the night, with a flashlight, finally found Melissa who crouched by a rock.

She walked over and knelt down in front of Melissa, asking in a soft voice, "Why are you here? What is going on? Tell me and I'll help you." Melissa lowered her head. She did not have much energy and looked sickly, "Recently because | want to study for the exam, Mr.

Keith is so strict. Every night, after he is back home, he checks on my studying. | have a poor foundation. | got so many wrong answers everyday. | feel like | can not do anything. | am so disappointed in myself. Lyra, what should | do? " Lyra didn't say anything.

A strict teacher made a good student, and Keith did this because he had high expectation for her after all.

But having spent time at the Frayton orphanage, Lyra knew that Melissa's literary foundation was really poor, and with her mind set back four years, she was more prone to self-doubt.

Keith was pushing her too hard.

Lyra patted her palm and said comfortingly, "You shouldn't have left home at the drop of a hat. How anxious should Keith be when he goes back and sees you're not home?" Melissa said weakly, "This ... is not considered a departure from home, right? Mr. Keith and | are only engaged to live at his place, not really my home. | just want to be alone. | can't memorize the exam material well this afternoon. Mr. Keith will definitely be disappointed when he comes back to ..." And she needed to be beaten like a child on the palm of her hand. Although she was beaten with his hand, after all, it was punishment and it was impossible not to be afraid.

Lyra helped her straighten her hair, "Melissa, you sneaked out alone in the dark. Aren't you afraid of meeting bad guys?" She looked at Lyra in slight confusion, "Aren't you next to me at this moment? Don't you count as a person?" Lyra was dumbfounded for a moment and was a bit overwhelmed by her answer.

She lowered her eyelids melancholy and apologized in a good-natured manner, "I'm sorry. | thought | could come to you to talk to you when | was upset, like we did before at the orphanage. | forgot you are married with babies. I'm the one who disturbed you." Lyra smiled, "I'm not bothered. Anyway, I'm at home and have nothing to do, so | came over to talk with you." She touched Melissa's head. Although Melissa was a year older than her, because of the memory regression of four years, her eyes looked much more simple and childish than hers.

"How do you want to play? I'll play with you until you're happy and want to go back.” Melissa's eyes gradually had a light. And she excitedly waved the phone, "I recently found a particularly fun game called Honor of Kings. Why don't we both play for a while?" What was it? Lyra had never been a gamer, and although she had heard of it and knew that the gaming scene was hot today, she had no desire to step into the investment.

Melissa saw the confusion in her eyes, lit up her own screen, opened that game, and showed it to her.

"It's very simple. Lyra, you can download one. I'll teach you how to play. You do everything with good talent. | am sure you will learn to quick;y." Thinking to make her happy, Lyra didn't refuse but took out her phone and watched as she looked into her app store and downloaded the game called Honor of Kings.

Twenty minutes later ...

Along with the voice of victory within the game, Lyra gradually came to be interested.

"It's kind of fun. Come on, come on, let's try one." She tried to play matchmaking with Melissa. On her first try she chose the middle hero, a good-looking character.

The two sat on a rock. Under the obscure moonlight in the countryside, each one was staring at the phone screen, and began to play the game intensely.

Once they entered the mode, the two played so much that they forgot about the time.

When Malcolm and Keith arrived at the same time in the middle of nowhere, they saw teenage girls, oh, and young women who were concentrating on playing mobile games as if they were addicted to it.

"Melissa, go on. Don't be a wimp. The opposite is already bloodied. Don't let him recover.” "I'm in the lower lane. How can | rush over here? And I'm a shooter. | do the last hit." "Hey hey! Melissa come and fight for the group. Don't do it. It's not worthy." "No, wait a little longer. It's still worthy. The two dollars are important! Wait for me!" "Ahhh Lyra come and escort. This character is coming to stab me!" Listening to the excited conversation of the two girls from a distance, Malcolm and Keith looked at each other and felt speechless at the same time.