After divorce I am a billionaire

It was the first time since sobriety that Melissa had seen Keith like this.

Thinking that she was indeed at fault this time, she softened her tone, "Forget it. | won't bother with you. | sneaked out tonight and didn't tell you in advance. Causing you to worry is my fault. | apologize to you." Hearing that her admitted her mistake, Keith forced himself to smile, "Melissa, you are a good girl. Next time, don't go out like that without telling me. Bring two bodyguards for protection, and send me a message, okay?" Melissa didn't say anything.

If she had two bodyguards, they would always follow her. She did not like this feeling and will feel uncomfortable all over.

But, seeing Keith's once again forlorn look, she agreed, "I'll be sure to send you a message and tell you where I've been, but bodyguards... can it depend on me? Hanging out with Lyra like today, | would feel uncomfortable if I brought two people around to keep an eye on it." She approved one condition and rejected the other.

They both had to compromise.

For Keith, he was satisfied to agree to send him a message, "Okay." After the talk, Melissa stood next to him. She was a little uncomfortable with him staring at her like that all the time.

Remembering that there was still something she hadn't done tonight, she asked cautiously, "So are you still checking tonight?" Keith looked at her, saw the unnaturalness and flinch in her eyes, and asked, "Do you want it?" Melissa hesitated and chose to tell the truth, "I was out of shape all day today. | didn't have much emotion to study. | didn't do it well so | would definitely not pass.” Keith remembered Lyra's comment tonight about her poor foundation, and asked him to be patient.

So, he was reasonable and pulled Melissa to stand in front of him.

"No test tonight. As a vacation for you." Hearing this answer, Melissa was so relieved and relaxed that she smiled, "Thank you Mr. Keith. | will try to study it well tomorrow." Keith thought about it, "Starting tomorrow, when | come back from work in the evening, | won't test you immediately but tutor you for half an hour and then test. How about it?" Melissa looked at him with a little concern.

"Mr. Keith, you are very busy during the day. You have to tutor me on the exam questions when you come back at night. Will it be too hard?" Keith clasped her hands tightly, "Melissa, if you feel sorry for me for working too hard, don't resist sleeping in the same bed with me at night. Let me hold you and sleep well every night, can you?" This ...

For Melissa, it had only been most of a month since she got sober, which was equivalent to the fact that she and Keith had only known each other for most of a month.

They were sort of a not-so-familiar friends.

Within a short period of more than ten days, even if she lived with him together, surprisingly, if she would be held by him every night to sleep, it was very strange and creepy.

Although Keith was really handsome and rich, she can not be the least bit moved.

But she couldn't bear that.

Keith saw that she didn't say anything, and he knew she was refusing. He smiled bitterly to appease her, "I was too presumptuous. It is too fast. Melissa, if you don't want it, just forget it. Forget what | said." Melissa went along with it, "Thank you Mr. Keith. | really appreciate it. When | can be financially independent in the future, I will definitely repay to compensate you for being so good to me." Keith froze slightly.

Was it to compensate him with money? He was a man who had been in the entertainment industry for years. He was the richest man in the Lloyd family. How can he be short of money? "In the future, even if you want to compensate me with money, | prefer to ... " He preferred to have sex with her.

He didn't finish his words and was afraid of scaring her.

"Well, it's late. Let's wash up and go to bed?" Late night.

Lyre Spiti.

The sound of fighting kept coming out of the basement.

Malcolm and Lyra fought no less than fifty or sixty rounds.

For more than an hour, both were almost physically exhausted before Lyra finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

Malcolm was covered in sweat, lying flat on his back with his chest rising and falling.

He looked at Lyra, who was lying beside him and asleep by his own hand, and taunted resentfully, "This amount of exercise is simply more tiring than the previous. My wife is really all-round.” After a small break of a few minutes, he picked up Lyra and headed out of the basement and back to the bathroom to take a shower.

Then they went through the usual routine of these days.

This was the best solution for now, and Malcolm was happy inside.

For two days in a row, they followed this approach.

It had almost become a regular routine.

Knowing that Lyra was only likely to break out in mania at night and that moving into the basement would be the perfect solution, Malcolm and Lyra would go to the old White's cottage together to bring Spencer and Momo back to Lyre Spiti to live.

Except for the nighttime episodes, their lives seemed to be back on track.

In the afternoon, Lyra went to work at the Lloyd's Corp as usual.

As she just sat down, she could hear a noise in front of the president's office.

She ignored it and turned on her computer, being ready to get to work.

The person at the door, however, did not seem intent on giving her the opportunity to circumvent the meeting.

"Miss Windsor, you can't go in there! Hey you ..." As Lyra was just holding the mouse, the door to the office was forced open by Anne.

Seeing the angry Anne, Lyra smiled sarcastically and mocked, "Miss Windsor, you are at least a graduate of a well-known university in Crana, the business director of AN Group. Why are you so uncultured? Don't you know it's rude to barge in?" Anne stepped walked to the chair opposite Lyra's table and sat down arrogantly.

"Ms. Lloyd, do you have a guilty conscience to have your assistant repeatedly excuse yourself and refuse to see me when you are obviously in the office and happen to be free?" Lyra laughed and pinned her chin with one hand, lazily staring at her, "Why do | have a guilty conscience? You're just a business director, but I'm the CEO of the Lloyd's Corp. I'm several times busier than you are. I'm afraid it's not my turn to have that feeling." With her words, Lyra stared straight at her like she had something to say.

Anne didn't seem to understand her taunts.

"Of course, you should. Some time ago, you sent people to intercept my business for three times. Ms. Lloyd, do you think this is appropriate?" Lyra smiled was kind to the extreme, "What is inappropriate? It is your first day of work? It's normal for you to compete with me in cooperation, so how can you take responsibilities if you are so indolent?" Anne was momentarily mute.

Lyra was still saying, "Not to mention that when | worked with Duowiehl Group on the project, Miss Windsor tried to help AN Group steal it. | did but you didn't. you are not reluctant enough?" Anne stared at her seriously, "I at least asked you in person, unlike you. You played dirty with me and cut off the collaboration a few hours before the day I signed the contract.” The smile on Lyra's face was even more wanton, "Just stealing the cooperation. Is it called dirty? Then creating a car accident, arranging forty black market assassins to surround and beat me, and secretly sniping and shooting, what are these?"