After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 269 Lyra the Sherlock Holmes

Malcolm's eyelashes dropped and he didn't look at her. His body let her felt it was indifferent and cold,

making it difficult to approach.

Lyra couldn't understand him, only knew the raging anger inside her. And she had only one idea in her

mind.

That was to beat him so he would never dare to say those words such as break up!

Anger drove her to get out of bed barefoot to reach for the whip in the first drawer of the bedside table.

But just as her hand went to the drawer, she stopped.

What if she couldn't control her sanity and Malcolm didn't hide? What if she got angry and hurt him?

But since she had gotten out of bed, if she did not take something, it seemed like she was foolish.

She turned back quietly to glance at Malcolm across the bed.

Malcolm was staring at her, and he seemed a bit awkward to see that she was empty-handed ...

Malcolm's belt was hung on the coat rack next to her. She walked over, folded it in half and clutched

the metal buckle in her hand, before sitting back down on the bed.

"Do you see this in my hands!? Don't make me beat you!"

Her delicate voice was fierce. It was a serious threat to him.

Malcolm raised his eyelashes slightly and glanced at the belt in her hand. His eyes were deep and

expressionless.

"At first I have let go. You are the one who clung to it and asked me to give you a chance. Now I give

you a chance and am willing to be with you. But you back out, why? You have to give me a reasonable

explanation!"

In the warm light of the bedroom, Malcolm's face was so handsome that it put her in a trance.

Malcolm's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat lightly. He lowered his head and never said a word.

His silence equaled to the wordless resistance.

Did he want to engage in cold violence?

Lyra bit her lower lip, feeling hurtful.

"Okay, you have to think about it again, right? Then do it! Calm down! Think it over!"

She threw the belt at him, turned around and exited the bedroom.

With the door slammed shut as if she was venting, the whole bedroom smelled low and depressed.

...

Lyra went to the next room and was determined to sleep in a separate room from him from now on!

The night was quiet, but she felt her brain buzzing. When she closed her eyes, she always thought of

Malcolm's indifferent expression. And she tossed and turned, being unable to sleep.

She sat up from the bed in exasperation and looked at her phone.

It was already 2am!

Malcolm didn't even come over to coax her. Was he determined to consider breaking up with her?

It was inexplicable! Unbelievable!

Lyra lay down and buried herself in the blanket, curling up in a ball.

It'd been a long time since she had not slept alone, and she was surprisingly a little uncomfortable.

That night, both of them stayed up all night.

Early the next morning.

When Lyra got up, Malcolm's door was still closed, so he should not up yet.

She packed up and went straight to the Angle Group, not wanting to say a word to Malcolm.

During the two days, the weather in Suham was always cloudy and rainy, and all the high-rise buildings

seemed to be shrouded in a death-like low.

Lyra was distracted. Sitting at her chair with her chin resting on her palm, she stared at the steady rain

out the window .

Thinking of Malcolm's various and unusual actions last night, she was so preoccupied that she did not

pay attention to Kellie's report.

She suddenly remembered that when she had kicked Malcolm out of bed last night, he had uttered a

sound.

He always got very good endurance. Unless deliberate sad-fishing, he could always endure the pain

and would not say something.

And Malcolm was much heavier than she was so how did she kick him off the bed with one foot?

The deeper she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong with it!

Because all indications were that Malcolm may have been injured!

He was already weak before she kicked him out of bed defenselessly!

Thinking about this, she slapped the table in chagrin.

Last night she was so angry that she didn't even notice so many clues!

Now when she thought about it, there was nothing right with him anywhere!

Kellie shuddered at the sudden and loud sound, "Ms. Lloyd, did I mispronounce something?"

"No."

Lyra returned to her senses and quickly organized her bag in her hands, "I have to go out for

something. You can continue to report when I come back. If not, do it tomorrow."

...

It was raining harder and harder in Suham.

the President Office of White Corp.

Malcolm sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking lazy. His dark eyes looked dull, as if he had

lost his vitality.

He looked at the window which was divided by the rain, and for no reason he recalled what Anthony

had said when he was in Frayton earlier.

"But there will be after-effects after a long time. When you are a disability, if she knows, she may be

heartbroken for you in the short term. What about the days to come?"

"From the moment you got drugged, your crippled body is destined to be unworthy of her!"

"I can't have her, and neither can you!"

His hands under the cuffs of his suit clenched tightly. His face was increasingly pale and he was in a

very poor state.

Perhaps he can't dwell on it any longer.

It's better to have short and sharp pains than long and dull pains.

It would be best for Lyra to get sick of him, hate him, get out of the gloom early and start a better life

again.

Ethel was sitting on a sofa not far away, elegantly pouring herself a cup of tea.

She was the spokesperson for the Rossi project and was here today to discuss the contract term with

Malcolm.

But since she came in, Malcolm was sullen and had been watching the rain for almost an hour at the

floor-to-ceiling window, without saying a word to her.

"Mr. Malcolm, you seem to be in a bad mood today? Let me guess. It's not about work. That is, you and

Miss Lloyd had a fight recently?"

Malcolm tightened his eyebrows in disgust, "Who do you think you are? You shouldn't ask it. Keep your

mouth shut."

Ethel was very sensible. With eyebrows arched, she smiled lightly, "Okay, I shouldn't ask. But if there is

a need for my help, I will certainly be obliged to!"

Malcolm was unmoved and even felt disgusted. He said in a petulant voice, "What did you come here

to say? Say it and get out."

Ethel got up, walked gracefully, and was just about to speak when Chad knocked on the door.

"Mr. Malcolm, Miss Lyra is here."

Why did she come over?

Malcolm panicked and took Ethel's wrist with his leather-gloved hand.

Ethel bent down with understanding. Her ear was close to Malcolm's lips, and she listened carefully to

his very small voice.

Lyra came in just in time to see this scene.

Especially the act of the two who whispered intimately, it strongly stimulated her nerves.

"Malcolm ?"

Hearing Lyra's voice, Ethel's eyes were filled with surprises, and she awkwardly wrenched her wrist out

of Malcolm's hand, stepped back, and stood firmly.

"Miss Lloyd, what brings you here? You come in a bad time..."

The way she was trying to hide it made Lyra's brows furrow even deeper, "I'm here in a bad time? Then

what are you doing?"

Ethel stammered twice and glanced at Malcolm again. Her cheeks slightly flushed, feeling a little

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Malcolm's dark eyes were deep and his tone was light, "What you think we're doing? This is exactly

what you think."

Trying to provoke her?

Lyra inhaled, trying to suppress the anger in her chest and telling herself over and over again to calm

down!

She glanced at Ethel who was next to her, "You get out."

Ethel, who was not too happy about it, shouted delicately, "Malcolm ..."

Malcolm's eyelids drooped and he pursed his lips, seemingly in acquiescence.

Ethel just had to twist her waist and leave.

Waiting for the smell that was belonging to Ethel was dissipated in the office, Lyra walked into Malcolm,

sharp-eyed and noticed that his face was a little pale.

She squatted down to his feet, rested her hands on his lap, raised her face to look up at him, and her

tone was soft.

"Mel, did you get hurt on this trip to border?"

"I'm sorry for kicking you last night without knowing it."

"But Mel, you are not alone. Don't bear it alone. I'll accompany you, love you. I'll also learn how to spoil

you, protect you. OK?"