After divorce I am a billionaire

With a hiss of pain inside, Malcolm abruptly opened the door to the basement.

The moment the lights were turned on, he saw the mess inside.

The original venting gadgets prepared for Lyra were all torn to pieces by Lyra.

In her manic state, she was like an evil.

Malcolm cared more about Lyra than the condition of the other items in the basement.

But he saw Lyra without any bruises or blood on her body. Her horrifyingly red eyes were staring straight at him, like watching prey waiting to be released.

"Rara?" Malcolm shouted uncertainly.

No response.

Obviously, she was not out of the cranky state yet.

He instantly understood that the Lyra in the attack was deliberately making a different sound to attract him to open the door because she had run out of venting tools.

Lyra had lost her consciousness, but her mind was still sharp.

Malcolm stood still and watched her from a distance, waiting for her to dismantle the sandbag and charge towards him.

Within two minutes, the last sandbag was torn into pieces and the quicksand fell all over the floor.

Lyra, like a terrifying demon, rushed towards Malcolm with great speed.

A slap whistled through the air.

Malcolm clutched her wrist and deftly avoided Lyra's attacks.

The two just fought in the basement.

Before in the bedroom, it was not convenient to do so. He was afraid that Lyra dropped things and hurt herself in chaos.

It was not so in the basement, where it had been modified and there were no sharp things. As long as he controlled the proportion of his strikes, he will not let Lyra get hurt.

"Come on, babe, let's see who gets tired first." The door was already open, and he was already in Lyra's sights.

There was no way back, and he can not allow her to use him as a human sandbag to vent out her anger, or leave marks on his body. Otherwise, Rara would be angry.

He had no choice but to fight and use his own stamina to balance Lyra's.

Lyra knew how to practise jiu-jitsu. Plus being crazy, every move was very real and powerful, even to his vital organ.

Malcolm could not hurt her too badly, and was forced to retreat, and could only force himself to focus on her attacks.

The fight between the two had been going on for more than half an hour. Under the disparity between the physical strength of men and women, Lyra gradually lost strength because the attack just started so fierce.

Malcolm took advantage of the situation and attacked with a slightly heavier force, but stopped each time before he was about to hurt her.

It was more than ten minutes of continuous warfare. The hostility in her eyes gradually reduced and she looked a bit of tired.

As she was completely helpless to fight back and fainted, Malcolm steadily took her into his arms.

At this fighting, two people were tired and sweating at the same time.

Malcolm carried the unconscious Lyra, went back to the bedroom, and helped Lyra and himself take a shower before driving to the lab.

This time, because of an unexpected situation, by the time they arrived at the laboratory, it was already late at night at three o'clock.

Jimmy came here day after day. Because he worked overtime at night, his sleep was disturbed. Tonight was surprising late and he yawned a lot. However, the infusion process was still steady as hell.

By the time Malcolm returned to Lyre Spiti with Lyra, who had finished her infusion, it was six o'clock.

The sky was getting lighter.

He didn't get any sleep all night and braced himself for sleepiness to carry Lyra back to the bedroom to rest.

The two slept for a long time.

Lyra didn't wake up until 2:00 or 3:00 pm.

Feeling her waist was wrapped tightly in her sleep, Lyra carefully turned over, and saw Malcolm who was sleeping soundly.

He had exquisite features and excellent skin. When he was asleep, he was still handsome.

Lyra admired her husband as if he had been finely sculpted by the Creator, and her fingertips daintily slid on the bridge of his nose.

Malcolm woke up, slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he did was to put his arms around Lyra and give her an overwhelming kiss of greeting.

Lyra was tickled by his kiss. Her palm covered his face and pushed him away.

"Stop it. Tell me about last night. How did it go?" Malcolm quickly turned serious and told her all about last night's accident.

The attempt to lock Lyra in the basement and have something else help her vent out failed.

The bedroom quickly fell into silence as the two mulled the matter over with each other.

Lyra discussed solutions with him.

"Honey, how about, tonight we shift positions? We sleep together at the basement, put away all the things that are in the way or easily make us injured. And then you accompany me to fight and consume my strength, but you have to guarantee that you will not be injured, okay?" As for this approach, he would also be very tired.

After the fight, he had to help Lyra bathe, hold her all the time, take her to the lab and bring her back.

After last night's fight, carrying Rara back from the lab and taking the stairs all the way up to the third floor bedroom made his stamina dropped significantly and he felt much more labored.

But for now, that was the best way to go.

Being exhausting together was the fastest way to help Lyra feel exhausted and pass out early.

Malcolm ran his fingertips through the hair at the back of her head and rubbed her head dotingly, "Okay, as you wish, I'll sleep with you in the basement today. It must be quite an experience to be able to rest on the floor with you in the basement.” Lyra laughed, "Now then, pajamas off and the daily routine of whether or not you're injured.” "No really, no need to look." Lyra didn't comply and rolled over to sit on him, "If you don't have one, then you must let me see it. Why don't you dare to show me?" Malcolm's thin lips were wickedly hooked, and his low voice was lustful and provocative, "Because I'm afraid you can't resist and wants to eat me." Lyra was teased by his nice and slightly seductive voice, badly pressing herself against him and getting close to his ear.

Avery small voice responded to him, "Originally, | did not want to eat you, but | am successfully provoked by you. So | have to eat a full meal.” She offered her hand to unbutton Malcolm's pajamas, exposing his exquisite abs to view.

Lyra narrowed her eyes and her tongue licked the upper row of teeth. She was like a dainty and good-looking little cat.

Malcolm lay willingly as prey. His long eyelashes covered the excitement in his dark eyes, quietly waiting to be eaten.

No matter how hard it was to fight Lyra's mania at night, it was incredibly worth it at this moment.

Lyra leaned over and kissed his thin lips compassionately ...

Ring-ring-ring The two had just begun their wonderful time when they were interrupted by the ringing of Lyra’s cell phone which was on the bedside table.

Both of them were stunned at the same time.

Lyra hesitated to answer it, but the phone kept ringing, and if she didn't answer, the phone would keep ringing.

In this case, it was usually a work thing.

Lyra was forced to get off Malcolm to reach for her cell phone on the nightstand.

It was her assistant at the Lloyd's Corp, Sydney Howard.

The phone was answered and Sydney was straight to the point, "Ms. Lloyd, AN Group's business director, Anne Windsor took a plane to Crana last night. This morning, she has been waiting in the group. She must see you, or she will come every day. Do you want to see her? "