After divorce I am a billionaire

After a brief moment of confusion, Lyra instantly understood what he meant.

At the moment, his dark eyes shone with a sly shimmer as he looked at her expectantly.

Who the hell was the alpha? Why did she feel that she was the one who was being bullied? Alas, forget it. This was the man she chose. Spoil him! After a short sigh, she took a sip of water and leaned over, with her fingers gently lifting Malcolm's jaw.

Malcolm closed his eyes and cooperated by slightly opening his mouth so that Lyra could smoothly pour water into his mouth.

After feeding the water, Lyra eyed him and slipped him a pill.

"Swallow it!" Malcolm swallowed in satisfaction and dutifully took a pill.

"More." Lyra shook her head helplessly and laughed. Her fingertips gently wiped away the water stains drowning from the corners of his mouth, "Is that how you like it?" Malcolm nodded his head, "Sweet!" "What a weird!" She was speechless and sarcastic, but what could she do with him? Let's get used to it! After all, these pills were to suppress angina, treat recession, and strengthen resistance, and only by the medication, along with the use of inhibitors, can the spread of the virus in Malcolm's body be delayed to the maximum.

With that in mind, she didn't hesitate to take another sip of water into Malcolm's mouth and stuff the medicine.

It was without stopping.

So kissed and repeated a dozen times before all the pills were fed.

She took a tissue, wiped the water stain from the corner of his mouth, and gave him another kiss to wrap it up.

A dozen times in a row, not to mention she was beaten up today. It was a busy day and she felt a little tired.

He had to take the pills three times a day, but she can not always feed this way.

Moreover, she had to go to Angle Group during the day and had a bunch of things to deal with, so she can't be at home every day and keep an eye on his medication all the time.

With this in mind, she set three alarms on her and Malcolm's phones.

"I won't be there at noon. You still have to take your medicine properly. I'll remind Chad to supervise you. If you dare to be naughty like today and give me some trouble. One less pill, ten strokes on your hand. When | come back, I'll strictly enforce it.

You hear me?" For her, hitting his hand had been the least hurt and the most gentle way to punish him. She always had to set some rules well so he was willing to concede.

"Rara ..." Malcolm was less than happy.

If he didn't take the pills, he had to be beaten. What was the reasoning? Moreover, it was still a punishment like educating a child, which made him unhappy! "Why do | feel like you're raising a son? I'm obviously your fiancé!" Lyra's fair fingertips gently stroked the back of his head and smoothed his hair, "What's the difference? The first thing you have to do is to listen to me. It's not only the pills. You also need to implement the schedule | drew up last time.

Malcolm was full of bitterness, but was unable to retort, and could only lower his head with grief.

Lyra kissed his forehead, eyebrows, cheeks and lips with gentleness.

"Listen, | don't want to beat you up at all. I'm heartbroken, so as long as you're good, I'll come back every night and personally feed you pills, kiss you and hug you and spoil you, OK?" That made Malcolm feel better and he nodded his head.

Lyra was quite happy with her discipline style.

It was sure enough. It was the combination of carrot and stick that was most effective.

She went downstairs Malcolm, made him dinner herself, and then laid down in the master bedroom to play with him on his phone before bed.

Seeing that it was almost Eleven o'clock, she got out of bed and prepared to go to sleep in the next room.

Malcolm was surprised and took her by the arm, "Where are you going?" "It's getting late. I'm going to my room to sleep.” Malcolm was confused She wanted to sleep in a separate room from him? Lyra saw his doubts and explained: "You and I can not withstand each other's seduction. For the sake of your body, I think it is better to sleep separately for the time being." "But I'm so used to it. | can't sleep without you!" Lyra imitated his tone and said arrogantly, "Habits can be changed. Two nights at most, and you'll get used to it." Hmm ...

The exact same words he used before were parroted by Lyra and given back to him.

Malcolm felt suffocated, can not say a word and can only look at her in grievance.

Lyra earnestly kissed him on the lips. This was a pre-bedtime ritual.

It was long and yet unending.

"Good night, Mel. See you in the morning!" Being utterly dissipated, Malcolm watched her leave the room, and she thoughtfully closed the door for him.

Once she left, it was as if she took away all the warmth of the room, leaving his heart cold.

For a week in a row, Malcolm took his medication under Chad's supervision because Lyra had set the rules in advance.

At noon that day, he was in his study working remotely on official business, and two minutes after his alarm clock had just gone off, Lyra called on the video phone.

"Mel, it's time to take your medicine!" Malcolm hid the gloom in his eyes. His voice was muffled and subdued, "Okay." Before the phone was hung up, Chad came in with warm water and a pill box with an attentive face, "Boss, the pills are here." "You're still ... dedicated!" Malcolm gave him a cold look, took the water he handed to him, poured a dozen pills into his mouth, and finished them all at once.

That was so bitter.

He was pale and his brows furrowed slightly. He forced down the feeling of revulsion and nausea, and smiled towards Lyra on the other side of the camera, signaling her relief.

Lyra saw him finish them all before she hung up the video call with relief.

As soon as the camera went black, Malcolm immediately rushed into the bathroom's sink. It was a heartbreaking retching, with nothing coming out from his mouth.

As long as he took the pills, there would be certain side effects. If he took too many, he would be nauseous and want to vomit, lose his appetite, and have a bitter taste on his tongue.

Chad looked a little distressed, "Boss, it's not a good idea for you to take pills and feel like that." Malcolm rinsed his mouth but the faint bitter taste retained in his mouth as he swallowed.

Bitter in the mouth but more bitter in the heart. Only when he thought of Lyra's bright and beautiful face, could he feel a hint of sweetness.

He sat back in his chair and sighed softly, "Do you have a cigarette?" Chad was stunned, "I thought Miss Lyra didn't allow you to smoke?" Malcolm didn't speak, palmed up and reached toward him.

Chad took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, which he bought this morning. It was expensive so he hadn't smoked one yet.

"Boss, gotta be reimbursed!" Malcolm lifted his eyes absently and said "hmm" softly.

Chad opened the cigarette pack, took one out and handed it to him. Then he withdrew his hand in the middle, feeling very awkward, "Boss, are you sure you want to smoke one? And I'll be in trouble too if Miss Lyra knows it!" Malcolm sulked, "If you keep yelling, you're going to be in trouble now." Chad no longer hesitated and handed it over immediately.

He thought with a fluke in his heart that it was just smoking one, so it should not be too much of a problem to find out.

And, he understood Malcolm.

Smoke can forget his worries.

Malcolm needed something to do to relieve his mental stress.

But he never thought that Malcolm would ask for a cigarette for the simplest thing!