After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra's heart ached.

So that was what he thought all along.

Feeling like a burden and holding the mindset that he would die, he stayed with her in guiltily.

She sighed softly and reached out to touch him.

"Mel, listen to me ..." Malcolm shook off her hand and turned his back on her, huffing softly, even as his shoulders were shaking.

Enduring, he made a great determination, "I know he was your first love. There was a thing between you. If you ... still like him and insist on choosing him, I'll help you!" He headed upstairs without looking back.

Lyra was dumbfounded and fired up to hear it.

She froze for a couple of seconds before going after him, "Malcolm! Are you full of nonsense in your head?" Malcolm walked faster and faster, went up to the third floor like a gust of wind, slammed the door heavily and locked.

Lyra ran up just as he was closing the door, and almost didn't stop herself, making her head hit on the door.

She looked at the closed door with her anger drifting up.

"Malcolm, you got some nerve? How dare you close the door? Why throw a tantrum? Listen to my explanation! Open the door!" After standing at the door for two minutes, there was no movement in the room, nor was there any intention to open the door.

It was late at night, and Lyra had a long day, barely taking a break. She was tired.

Who knew that she would have to come back with Malcolm's cold-shoulder treatment, and her patience was wearing thin under the heartbreak.

"Since you don't want to hear an explanation, let it be. I'll water after you've calmed down." Along silence was what she got for her response.

She said nothing more, turned around and went back to the next room.

Malcolm, who was behind the door, slid down against the door and sat on the floor, bending his arms around his knees until the sound of the door closing came from the next room.

He did not turn on the lights and his whole body was shrouded in darkness.

Because he had been taking angina suppressants for a long time, he did not have an attack this time.

But he felt that there was no part of his limbs that did not hurt.

The surrounding was quiet, cold and clear, which made people perturbed.

He pressed himself against the door and listened carefully to the movement outside.

There seemed to be no sound next door. Was Lyra asleep so soon? He was thinking about it when the room's light was turned on suddenly.

The sudden glare of light irritated him so much that he could not open his eyes.

In the few seconds he wavered, his wrists had been bound by a leather strap and tied tightly.

And Lyra's pretty face was close at hand.

"You?" Lyra's beautiful eyes stared at him with a provocative smile, "Who told you to leave the balcony's door open. | tumbled in from next door. I'm smart, right?" Malcolm was furious. His hands were bound by the strap, and he kept struggling, "Let go!" "You really want to calm down? If | leave you alone, can you sleep? Are you going to sit by the door all night tonight?" Lyra's fingers flicked up and hooked his chin.

He looked away to avoid seeing her. And he said in a jealous way, "Late night appointment with Anthony. Do you still care if | can feel asleep? Tomorrow you pack your things and go to his place.” Lyra frowned, "What are you jealous of again? Can't you just listen to my explanation?" "You lied and deceived me as soon as you came back. And | have to listen to you continue to make excuses to fool me? | only believe in my findings." Lyra's anger was once again provoked, "Have | been spoiling you too much lately? Are you being unreasonable with me? Why don't you listen to me when I'm talking to you, and force me to use violence?" Malcolm snorted coldly, not looking at her at all, with an aura of hostility.

She did not give up, quickly opened the closet, took a random white shirt and crumpled into a ball to gag him.

Then she picked him up by the waist and threw him unceremoniously onto the big bed.

The bed was soft and Malcolm wasn't hurt by the throwing.

After rolling around on the big bed, he groaned for a few times, with his dark eyes glaring at her accusingly.

Lyra ignored it, took the belt from the coat rack, and tied his restless ankles again.

Then she raised his hands above his head and tied his hands with another belt to the corner posts of the bed.

"Do not move! Struggling will hurt. I'l have to put medicine on you if you get swollen!" Malcolm was about to rage.

With his chest heaving violently, he gazed at her. He was never angry at her like this.

Lyra just sat on the edge of the bed and calmly watched him struggle needlessly.

She teased as she soothed his chest with her palm, "You can't kill me with your eyes. Don't waste your time. You won't listen to the explanation, then | can only use my own methods and enforce it." "I hate being misunderstood. You want to accuse me wrongly. It's impossible!" With her, Malcolm's breathing was gradually smooth and steady, but his wrists were still struggling restlessly.

She sighed and said with a straight face, "Listen up. I'm only going to explain this once." "You are not a burden, nor do you drag me down. Since | have chosen you, then in my life, no matter how difficult it is, | will go on with you!" "For Anthony, | have only the adoration and admiration as a teenager, but that has been worn away. And he caused you to be tortured by the virus. | have nothing but disgust and hatred for him." "We've been through a lot during this time. My feelings for you, you still can't see that? What makes you think | choose Anthony because | move on? Do I look like this kind of woman who is duplicitous?" "I did go to see him tonight, and indeed | asked Collin to bail him out because he said he knew the cure for the virus in your body.

Nothing else, | just want to save your life!" After a few words, Malcolm gradually stopped struggling.

His eyes were downcast, and his long and curly eyelashes were wet with tears.

Because of being tied up, his handsome face looked inexplicably very delicate, like being bullied. And Lyra was like a domineering and brutal bandit.

Lyra stroked his face. There were tears in her eyes as well, "Still angry?" He shook his head.

Lyra helped him remove the shirt stuffed in his mouth and rubbed his slightly sore cheeks, "There's nothing you want to ask me?" He swallowed lightly and only said, "I'm sorry." Lyra had a doting smile, "Silly, | forgive you. We were in a quarrel. Inevitably, we said unpleasant words. Don't take it to heart." How could she possibly compete with a patient.

Malcolm was quite relieved and tried to go into her arms when he suddenly remembered his hands that were still tied to the corner posts at the head of the bed.

"Rara, untie." When free of restraints, he immediately circled her waist and buried himself in her arms with satisfaction.

"There's really nothing you want to ask me?" Lyra repeated again.

Malcolm thought for a moment. His eyes regained their gravity, and he left her embrace to meet her eye to eye.

"| found out you visited Anthony half a month ago. He told you about my illness?" Lyra froze.

Chad had said that Malcolm's gag order was a matter of organizational discipline and that if it became known that he had leaked it, the consequences would be severe.

Thinking about this, she raised her firm eyes, "Yes." Malcolm's eyebrows tightened and he analyzed the situation clearly: "Even Jimmy can't do anything about the S404 biochemical virus, how could Anthony know the cure? Even if he knows, he is not a man who can't take advantage of the situation. Did he trade this for some kind of benefit?" Lyra was stunned and inhaled deeply.

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