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She had known him for so long. Although he had pretended to be aggrieved a few times before, it was still the first tfor her to see his crying look.

Was he really sad? She sighed helplessly and softened her tone a bit, "I said it was an act, and you were serious?" Melvin did not speak, lowered his eyes, with a touch of fragile vulnerability.

Yes, he was serious and sank into it.

In the end, it was the reality that hurt him.

Lyra had nothing to say, and only by being awake from beginning to end will she not lose her judgment.

Acting was just acting. The fake can never becreal. She had always been clearly distinguished.

Besides, did he want her to coax him? Impossible.

Besides, she couldn't say anything comforting.

She turned her head and was about to leave, changing back to a cold tone, "Hurry up and sweep. I'm going to bed." However, she just took a step and her wrist was clutched by Melvin from behind.

She had a tired look on her face, "Let go, I'm tired.” Melvin didn't move, and his red eyes looked at her with unmistakable resignation.

"Lyra...can you loveonce in a while, also care abouta little ... my heart hurt for a long time." His voice trembled slightly, with a hint of supplication in his low voice. The knot in his throat rolled lightly, and the hand clutching her wrist was very hard.

Lyra's back stiffened and she stood motionless.

Did it hurt? The answer was, it will.

But she felt odd when the words cout of Melvin's mouth.

"Ridiculous, who is not heart broken. When the disappointment accumulated more, | choose to let go. | once also felt the pain before. Since you feel the pain, you should let go earlier. What | said to Anthony today is also for you." After she finished her words, she forcibly broke Melvin's hand and went into the villa without looking back.

But she didn't close the door this time, and Melvin watched her back as she went up to the third floor and finally disappeared around the corner.

She was right. Once she was sincere, she would be hurt by him.

Now all this was just him walking through the pain she once suffered.

He deserved it.

Melvin didn't delay any longer and went to the back garden to get a broom and sweep the leaves from the garden seriously.

The late autumn night was cold and biting.

He only wore a thin white shirt. His face was cold and pale. Despite holding a wooden broom to do a very common thing, his whole person was still reserved and awe-inspiring.

In the third floor room, Lyra left the lights on.

She stood quietly watching from behind the window. Her cold eyes was wondering what he was thinking.

After about a few minutes of watching, she indifferently withdrew her gaze and went back to sleep.

Melvin swept the yard until 2 a.m.

Because he only wore a shirt and withstood the cold wind for a few hours, he got a cold the next day as a matter of fact.

As soon as Lyra woke up, she heard coughing from downstairs.

After washing and putting on her makeup, she cdownstairs and saw the tall figure busy in and out of the kitchen and the breakfast was on the table.

Because he knew it was tfor Lyra to get up, Melvin took his fist on his thin lips every the coughed.

Lyra stood in the stairs and watched for a while, taking in his actions. Her red lips pursed gently, saying nothing and walking down the stairs.

Melvin heard footsteps and turned around to see Lyra wearing only a black velvet long-sleeved shirt with a snow-colored gauze.

Her tiny shoulders looked very slender.

He hurriedly took the windbreaker on the coat rack by the door and helped her put it on.

"The weather has turned cold. Even in the house, you should pay attention to keep warm. You have a good figure. If you wear an extra one, you also look good." Lyra did not refuse and raised her little face to observe him.

He was carefully helping her to put on the windbreaker. His dark eyes were deep and quiet but hard to hide the sick color. The handsface was a bit pale. His thin lips were bloodless.

"If you're sick, take a day off and don't have to push through to get to the Freeman group.” Melvins hand, which was fixing her collar, paused slightly and froze for a second before he replied, "Okay." With her jacket on, he helped her pull out her seat and Lyra walked right over and took her seat, eating her breakfast in silence.

Just halfway through the meal, there was a lot of activity outside the villa. It was the sound of several bodyguards laughing and giggling.

Eleven and Twelve's stab wounds were almost healed. They just released from the hospital today. in addition to sbruises on the face of the new Nineteen, his body was well.

Lyra motioned for them to cin and the three walked to stand in the open space of the living room.

They were about the sheight, sturdy, long legs and narrow waist. in addition to Nineteen’s a little darker skin, the overall was more eye-catching.

Lyra took a sip of porridge while smiling with satisfaction, "It's good you are back together. It will be lively in the future.” Melvin stood silently beside her. His gaze also sized up several bodyguards one by one, finally stopping at Nineteen's face.

He wrinkled his brow, "You are?" Nineteen bowed his head and answered calmly, "Mr. Freeman, I'm Miss Carroll's new bodyguard, Nineteen." Melvin still had smemory of what happened on Crane Bay Bridge that day, and always found his face familiar, staring at him warily.

Lyra finished eating, elegantly wiped her mouth with a tissue, and stated today's arrangement in a flat tone, "Twelve and Nineteen go to the company with me. The remaining three stay at the villa." Several people spoke in unison, "Yes, Miss." Lyra went to the Freeman group. Melvin got a day off but didn't stay idle either.

Just because he didn't have to go to the office, it didn't mean he didn't have to do the housework.

He took two cold pills and was busy until halfway through the afternoon when he suddenly heard two crisp, clear and special coded bird calls.

It was Chad again.

He went downstairs to the living room and had just opened the door when he saw Chad strutting once again from the garden, followed by Brad, who had just cfrom Suham.

Melvin looked at Chad helplessly.

The Seaside Villa looked like his own home, with freedom of entry and exit.

The Lloyd family had a few bodyguards who had becso familiar with him so quickly? He thought. Chad smiled towards him. Seeing his weak face, he instantly becserious, "Boss, | haven't seen you for few days. Why are you sickly again?" Melvin's dark eyes sank and he ground his back teeth, "I'm good." Chad realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly tapped his mouth twice and said with a smile, "I brought Brad here.

Boss you can talk to him. I'll deal with the bodyguards of the Lloyd family to ensure they do not overhear the message." Melvin gave him a warning stare.

Chad would understand and immediately half raised his right hand, "I promise to be absolutely polite and talk properly." Melvin then withdrew his gaze, took Brad up to the second floor room, closed the window, and sat down on the small single sofa next to the bed. He was cold and stern.

Brad stood in front of him in a disciplined manner, and seeing how serious he was, he hastily asked, "Boss, is there something important that requiresto go on a mission?" He gently touched his wristwatch. It seemed to be difficult to ask Brad.

Brad couldn't help but follow his caution.

But he saw Melvin ask, "How did you ... pursue your girlfriend before?" "Huh??" Brad's pupils were stunned.

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