After divorce I am a billionaire

It had been a long tsince she had not been so cold to him.

Lyra didn't say anything.

Because of this incident, she still felt her heart palpitating.

If Keira hadn't told her this in time, if she hadn't let the driver run a red light all the way back to the hall furiously, and if the eighty times of whipping really happened, she did not dare to imagine how Malcolm would be injured.

The last twhen Travis was punished, she still remembered it to this day.

As long as she arrived there a little late and Malcolm got two lashes, she could have been heartbroken. But why did he not care about himself? He had forgotten the promise he made to her before so quickly? If she didn't really teach him a good lesson, he would have this concealed injury thing happen again! She mulled it over seriously, took his hand, and went all the way upstairs.

Malcolm felt the chill and followed her into the room without a word.

"Just stand here." She pointed to the carpet at the end of the bed.

Although he didn't understand what she wanted, Malcolm stood still and watched her.

Lyra walked directly to the nightstand and opened the first drawer.

Seeing her movements, Malcolm knew what would happen next. His long eyelashes drooped as he waited in silence to be lectured by his fiancee.

But this time, Lyra took out a ruler inside and didn't walk towards him.

Instead, she stood at the head of the bed and rolled up the sleeve of her left hand, revealing her fair and slim wrist.

Her clear eyes suddenly turned vicious, and her right hand swung down toward the inner position of her wrist.

There was a muffled snap sound.

Malcolm instantly raised his eyes. Noting her move of self-abuse, his heart instantly fluttered.

"What are you doing!?" He rushed over and grabbed the ruler from her hand to check her injury.

Lyra's skin was fair and tender, but also thinner than his skin. With this ruler, her wrist immediately swollen out of a red bump.

Malcolm's fingertips gently caressed her wound and his eyes turned red with heartache.

"Do you even know what you're doing, Lyra? How can you hurt yourself! If you're not happy, you can beatto vent it out and I'll never resist. But you can't hurt yourself!" He was really angry. His dark eyes flooded with tears. And he was regretful that he had not noticed her movements earlier.

Lyra stared at him and laughed lightly, "Just a little ruler. I just hurt myself but you are distressed like this." "Malcolm White, if you're really beaten up by the disciplinary whip today, | would be more heartbroken than you are right now!" "Because that training whip can endanger your life!" "The feeling of heartache is not less than the pain on the body. If you really love me, protect yourself and do not get hurt easily!" Malcolm carried her to the edge of the bed and sat down. He took out the swelling cream and applied it to her while apologizing seriously, "It's my fault. | shouldn't have tried to hide it from you.

"I want you to swear." Lyra said in a calm tone.

He immediately held up three fingers and swore, "I promise not to hide anything from you again. I'll protect myself well, never get hurt again, and discuss everything with you!" Lyra stared at him, and was not satisfied, "I want you to swear on our lives. If you fail to do so, your soon-to-be-wife and your babies would be life-threatening.” His pupils dilated and he stared at her incredulously, "Are you crazy? Is it necessary to be so ruthless on yourself?" "If I'm not ruthless enough to let you swear, you can't really remember the lesson!" He was all she had now. Nothing could happen to him, and she would never allow it to happen again! Malcolm put down his three fingers, "No way, | won't swear on your life or the child's, ever.” On this matter, there was no negotiation. He would never compromise.

But he knew that Lyra would not be easily resigned until she achieved her goal.

Therefore, he nuzzled his head into Lyra's arms, fawning and doing sad-fishing to gain her sympathy.

"l am wrong. It won't happen again." Lyra looked down at him, and was not swayed.

He kept caressed her arms and his voice sounded aggrieved, "In fact, today | don't have the confidence to sustain the punishment of eighty times of whippings. It is still difficult forto calm myself down. | want your comfort.” It was merciful for her not to beat him up after they were back home, but he actually wanted to get her comfort? "Rara, | don't want to let you be heartbroken, so | won't get hurt again, really! But you're askingto swear on your and the babies’ life, then you're killing me." "| just cback from the hall, so don't lecture me, okay?" His eyes were red and his voice was soft. Carefully. he approached her lips and kissed her.

Seeing that she didn't refuse, he boldly lifted the bedding, tucked her tenderly under the covers, and laid himself in after her.

Next day.

Lyra was awakened by the phone ringing.

She was confused and went to get her cell phone from the bedside table. She glanced at it, and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. She thought it was a wrong number, so she didn't answer it and put it back.

After another half-minute interval, she received a text message.

It was from the sstrange number.

[Lyra, it will be my return party in two days. Today, | will go to MC Haute Couture to personally select the dress for that day. Will you come?] Seeing this text message, Lyra instantly woke up and stared at the text message.

Although there was no non it, she clearly knew that the phone number was Ethel's.

After another half-minute interval, another text message was sent over on her phone.

[I know that you have been investigatinglately, so why don't you cover and askin person? I'll be sure to tell you everything].

[Keith will accompany me, and | hope you will also cover to accompanyto choose oh!] Lyra read the three text messages over and over again, and sneered.

How could she refuse the generous offer? She sent a text back, [of course].

Malcolm was not up. Lyra didn't want to wake him up, so she gave him a kiss on his forehead and gently got out of bed to wash up and go out.

An hour later, she appeared in front of MC Haute Couture, Suham's highest-end bespoke luxury dress store.

Keith was sitting on a leather sofa in the store, looking idly at Ethel, who was being led by a sales to select a dress.

He glanced at a familiar silhouette coming in through the doorway. The moment when he looked over, he stood up.

"Rara, why are you here?" Lyra smiled, but the smile didn't mean that she was happy, "Ethel personally invitesover. It's her big day in two days. How could | refuse?" Keith was full of concern, quietly winking at her, "You're pregnant with babies. Who needs your company? This is tiring. Go back." Lyra was unfazed by his grimace.

Ethel, who was in the inner room, heard the commotion and immediately cout, enthusiastically taking Lyra's wrist.

"Lyra, you're finally here. | just chose several sets of my favorites. | can not decide myself. Lyra, cquickly to helpchoose one." While taking Lyra inside, she looked at Keith, "Keith, don't worry. It's just choosing two dresses. It won't tire her." Keith watched the two's backs and remembered the cold look Lyra had just given him. He sighed, walked to the front desk and quietly asked for a pen and paper.

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