The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 25 Why the Culprit Gets to Be Calm?

Fortunately, she was the only one in the restroom, but there was no guarantee that no one would come

in later.

She tried to walk past Melvin to open the door, but her wrist was clutched by the man who had already

approached near her.

"What are you afraid of?"

With a half-smile, he continued, "I told you I wanted to talk to you, and after letting you slip away last

night, I won't give you another chance to escape today."

What was there to talk about?

Everything going on between him and her was plain and simple.

She shook off his hand and rubbed her wrist, "What do I have to be afraid of? I just find it unbelievable

that the famous Mr. Freeman would enter the ladies' room to intercept someone."

Melvin's deep-set eyes looked at her, and he lit another cigarette.

Lyra was choked by the pungent smell of tobacco and furrowed her brow in disgust.

The lingering smoke added a bit of inscrutability to his look, and he was expressionless as he finally

began to ask questions.

"Who was the man you're having dinner with?"

Lyra was baffled and rolled her eyes at him, "None of your business."

His question was ignored, but Melvin did not get angry. He continued, "Just now he seems to have the

intention to pursue you. What about you? Do you like him too?"

Hmm?

Lyra seemed to have understood something.

She raised her head and stared at him oddly, "So you came over here to stop me because you're

jealous?"

Melvin was rendered speechless by her words.

Lyra couldn't hold back and burst out laughing on the spot.

The man's face turned livid, and he was angered by her sarcastic gaze, "After all, you're still my ex-

wife, and this kind of behavior will only tarnish the reputation of the Freeman family. I'm warning you.

Stay away from those men!"

"Yo, you really have nothing better to do, Mr. Freeman. I'll repeat this one more time. It's none of your

business who I'm with!"

His livid face turned even gloomier, and he couldn't think of anything to say to refute her.

Seeing him get defeated, Lyra was very satisfied and she suddenly wanted to tease him, "Does your

little fiancée know about you going after your ex-wife in the ladies' room? I imagine the look on her face

will be so interesting if she finds out, right? I really want to see her reaction!"

With that, she took out her phone.

But Melvin pressed down her wrist, and his other hand gripped her shoulder, forcing her into a corner,

no way to escape.

She resisted, and again he held her hands above her head and pinned them onto the wall.

Melvin's eyes were close to her, staring, and his breath brushed across her fac. Lyra instantly blushed.

The restroom at the Doug Hotel are also decorated in dark colors.

The dim warm light wrapped around the two; the atmosphere was indefinably steamy.

Almost exactly the same situation as last night in the underground parking lot, except that behind Lyra

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Lyra was in wrath.

"You pest! Asshole! Are you really nuts?"

He used to ignore her, but after the divorce, he began to pester her frequently.

Was he on drugs or something?

Melvin watched her long eyelashes flutter slightly, and he suddenly remembered her enchanting smiles

with her sexy red lips last night before leaving. His heart felt a tickle.

Now his eyes were also tracing her soft lips, and he had got the urge to bite down.

He didn't know how it would taste, but it would certainly make her jump on the spot in anger.

Lyra followed his gaze, and she had a bad hunch about it, which panicked her.

The emotion in her eyes gradually turned into aversion as she glowered at him, and she spoke through

gritted teeth, "Melvin Freeman, one day I'll make you kneel at my feet and pay for everything you've

done to me."

That was a pretty arrogant thing to say.

"I'll wait."

Melvin laughed, obviously not taking her words seriously. He did not believe she had the strength to

challenge him.

"But now, you'll have to pay for pissing me off first!"

After saying that, he leaned down and slowly approached her.

Lyra looked at the thin lips that were getting closer and closer, quietly grinding her teeth, ready to give

him a fierce bite, preferably bloody, even better if blood was splattered on the spot!

When the atmosphere between the two was getting more and more intense, the sound of door handle

turning suddenly came from the outside.

Someone was coming in!

Lyra suddenly had a plan and gave Melvin a vicious glare.

She was about to shout out "Catch the pervert", but before she could make a sound, her mouth was

covered tightly by Melvin.

The person outside the door turned the handle for quite a few times and failed to open the door, thus

knocking again, "Is there anyone inside, please? Could you help open the door?"

The woman spoke in her mezzo-soprano, a familiar voice.

Lyra and Melvin both froze. It was Charlotte.

What a coincidence!

Lyra saw that Melvin's face was stiffened. She guessed he must be very nervous, right?

If his fiancée witnessed him and his ex-wife in the women's restroom who were making out with each

other, tsk… how juicy!

She would like to see how he would explain that!

Lyra had forgotten that she was the one who was making out with him. She smiled wistfully, then

struggled against him while making a whimpering sound.

"Shut up! You wanna die?"

Melvin could only increase the force of his hand and yell at her.

Charlotte outside happened to be putting her ear close to the door, and she heard a man's voice

coming from inside, sounding a bit like Melvin?

If it was really Melvin, then that whimpering female voice would be... Lyra?

No! This can't be!

She looked up at the top sign and confirmed it was indeed the ladies' room.

How could Melvin be in the ladies' room!

Although she did not believe it, but to reassure herself, she still picked up her phone and made a call to

Melvin.

One second, two seconds...

The quick ringtone went off abruptly from inside.

Having realized something, Charlotte instantly had a picture of two people hugging and kissing each

other in her mind.

She became more and more agitated, and her expression became distorted. She slapped on the door

with greater force.

"Lyra, are you in there! Open the door! Come out!"

Considering it was a public place, she didn't want to drag Melvin in this, so she kept shouting Lyra's

name.

The phone wasn't hung up, while the ringtone went on and on.

But the restroom remained silent.

Charlotte's sanity was almost swept away by rage. The quieter it was inside, the more it suggested that

something fishy was going on inside!

"Lyra, come the hell out! Don't you dare to speak? Are you afraid that everyone will know that you're

seducing my fiancé! You think I don't know it's you?"

She kept screaming, loudly.

Lyra, who originally thought she could watch a good show, didn't expect Charlotte to only call her name

from the beginning to the end. With her going on like this, Lyra was afraid that soon the whole

restaurant would know about her and Melvin alone in the ladies' room.

As she was thinking, she tilted her head and saw Melvin's overly calm demeanor, as if it had nothing to

do with him.

Why did he, the culprit, get to be so calm?

While she had to be nervous because of Charlotte's words!

Having thought of something, Lyra stared at Melvin and sneered, "I'm not the one who should panic. I

wonder how will Mr. Freeman keep your cool and explain this to your fiancée!"

She said, shaking off Melvin's hands that were restraining her, and Melvin didn't stop her again, so she

went straight to the door.

Outside the door, Charlotte was furious and still screaming.

"You won't open the door, huh? Just you wait! I'll have someone come tear down the door right now! I'll

expose your shameless act of seducing my fiancé in front of everyone!"

As soon as she said that, she heard the sound of the lock cylinder turning.

The door was opened to a crack and Lyra was staring at her with a coquettish smile.

"I knew it was you!"

Charlotte's eyes were red with hatred and she snarled, "Why didn't you open the door just now? Who's

talking to you inside? Is it Melvin?"