After divorce I am a billionaire

Keith noticed that Jalen kept glancing at them in the rearview mirror, and he looked at him with his stern eyes.

Jalen instantly wimped out and helped lower the flap that separated the front and rear seat.

He'd better not look at or listen to them! * The moment the flap was fully lowered, Keith raised his palm up and slapped behind her with undiminished force.

It scared her! Melissa was tearful. Her upper body was on his lap and her waist was pressed by his palm, being unable to move.

Being confused for a while, she gradually understood what was happening, suddenly wanted to cry, and her heart was incomparably hurt.

"Keith you ... nearly beat me!" Keith sighed and explained in a serious manner, "It's a punishment. It's based on the fact that | love you. You're unreasonable, and this is the only way | can punish you to sober you up!" "But why?" She bit her lower lip tightly.

Noticing the sobbing in her voice, Keith's large palm caressed her buttocks and he gently massaged for her.

"Just because you say you want to break up with me. | haven't agreed to it. You're still living at my place and you're still my girlfriend." Melissa was instantly deflated, and felt ashamed and annoyed by his massaging. Her waist was pressed tightly by him and she could not move.

When she didn't say anything anymore, Keith asked softly, "Melissa, what's wrong with you? What exactly have | done wrong lately that makes you want to break up with me?" Melissa's eyes grew red and gradually flushed with grievance.

"You want me to go back to the Callahan family several times, because only then you can marry me and not be ridiculed by anyone. Keith, do you love me more, or do you love me as the daughter of the Callahan family?" Keith froze slightly.

So, it was this thing.

He did persuade her for many times before, hoping that Melissa would be recognized as the daughter of the Callahan family sooner. Because of this, they had fought several times before.

Perhaps it was his way of speaking that was wrong.

Reflecting seriously, he asked in a whisper, "Melissa, why do you hate the Callahan family so much? They're all your real family." Melissa mocked herself, "Is a cage without love considered a home? Is a sibling without affection really considered family? In my eyes, they are not as important as Lyra." For some people, even if there was no blood relationship, they were closer than family.

But for other people, even if they were really relatives, they could be as indifferent as strangers.

"I don't want to go back to the Callahan family at all. It's not a happy place for me." Her sister, Rebecca, had never welcomed her and would prefer that she would never return.

Shane, who seemed to care most about her, was the most hard-hearted and indifferent of all, treating his relatives like subordinates, with all kinds of orders.

Not to mention the secrets of the top floor of Callahan Residence.

In her eyes, it was an eerie place that would eat people alive.

She stopped thinking those things and asked Keith, "Is it true that as long as | don't go back to the Callahan family and announce my identity, we can't get married?" Keith sighed heavily, "Melissa, | don't care whether you are a girl from the orphanage or the daughter of Callahan family. As long as you want to get married, | am always available. Even if I'll become a joke in plutocrats' eyes, | don't care." He helped her up and let her sit on his lap.

Cupping her face with both hands, he said seriously, "The reason why | keep persuading you to go back to the Callahan family is | want you to try to step out of your comfort zone and try to accept your loved ones more." "I know that although you are outwardly oblivious, you actually still think of the Callahan family in your heart. You have not experienced the love of family since you were a child. And you are very happy to learn that you are a member of the Callahan family." "But after living in that family for a few days, there's a gap with the home you have in mind. And you feel like you can't fit into it, so you keep running away." "Melissa, | do want you to face up to these things and be really happy. For your family, I will help you to persuade." Melissa lowered her eyes and pondered for a long time without speaking.

Keith gently pressed the back of her head and tried to kiss her.

She pushed him away.

"Melissa, you're still mad at me?" Melissa nodded and looked at him with an irritated look, "I'll think about it. Before | can completely figure it out, don't mention it again." "Great." Keith pursed his lips and smiled in a doting way, pressing her head again for a kiss.

But he was pushed away again by Melissa.

"What's wrong? Still not happy? Didn't | already promise you?" Keith was confused and innocent.

Melissa grunted indignantly and complained coldly, "You just almost beat me. It was really outrageous. I'm angry just by thinking about it!" Keith was slightly stupefied and could only coax, "So what do you want to do? | can do whatever you want." In Melissa's clear and simple eyes, there was a rare impishness.

"Unless, let me beat you!" Struggling for two seconds, Keith agreed, grabbed her hand and put it towards his face, "I Just beat that head restraint three times. You can beat me as many times as you want." Melissa haughtily refused, "I'm not interested in your face. I'll only spank your butt!" Jalen, who was in the front row, was in shock.

Gosh, what kind of paid content was he listening to online!? Would his boss really be willing to be spanked by her? Somehow, he anticipated it...

He drove while quietly listening to the back row for any movement.

In fact, Keith was strongly resistant to it.

Not to mention that there was an eavesdropper in the front row. How can he be spanked by his girlfriend when he was the tycoon in the showbiz world! He coaxed, "Baby, after we back back, you can punish me in a different way, okay?" Being mindful of Jalen, who was a eavesdropping third-wheel, Melissa didn't say much and decided to ignore him.

The limousine soon arrived at the villa's door. Keith opened the door and carried her inside again, deciding to pacify her in a most direct way.

What should he do if his girlfriend didn't listen to him? Just sleep with her.

If it didn’t work, then sleep with her for two times! * At night, the ceremony in the Lyre Spiti ended.

The two babies had fallen into a deep sleep and were taken to bed in their room by Sophia, the nanny, and Malcolm was ordered to go and stay with them.

Lyra greeted guests and took the time to help the Lloyd Group negotiate another multinational partnership.

This cooperation project was very big, which needed to spend more time in it. It was recommended by acquaintances. Whether the cooperation could be successful, it depended on the bargaining later.

She smiled decently and was negotiating.

Malcolm emerged from the villa, took her by her palm from behind, and interlaced her fingers as they greeted the rest of the guests.

Lyra didn't say anything, and with him here, it was much more pleasant to negotiate with the business bigwigs.

It wasn't until the guests left that Lyra remembered there was a problem.

"Why are you out here? Didn't | tell you to keep an eye on the babies with Sophia?" Malcolm smiled, "They have gone to bed. Sophia alone is enough. You're busy dealing with the guests and arranging the party. | want to share your burden.” In the past, Lyra would be happy when she heard these words.

But this time, her expression was extra serious, "Forget it, then you greet them outside. I'll go in and watch the babies." It was always unsettling to not keep an eye on them personally.

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