After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 1160

Chapter 1160 Side Story: Someone to Cry with

The two of them did not speak to each other for the entire journey.

Before long, the taxi stopped outside Lyre Spiti.

Alistair was the first to get off the car.

Molly was about to get off the car when he suddenly slammed the door shut. Fortunately, Molly reacted quickly and pulled her head back in time.

Facing the defiant behavior of the little brat, Molly didn't tolerate it. She quickly got out of the car and approached, using a swift and decisive wrist lock to immobilize his hands and press them against his waist.

Then came a few crisp slaps, hitting him on the buttocks.

"You little rascal, you've got quite the vengeful spirit. If I hadn't dodged quickly, my head would have been smashed flat."

Alistair rubbed his own buttocks, and there was a touch of melancholy in his blue eyes. "You bully the weak and fear the strong, only knowing how to deal with me."

As soon as she was in front of Archer, she became as obedient as a cat and apologized in all sorts of humble ways.

He felt inexplicably wronged and his eyes turned red.

Molly noticed and stared at him, "Really? I didn't use much force. Did it really hurt?"

This topic was too weird. Alistair felt embarrassed and quickly walked to the front, saying, "It's none of your business."

"Okay, don't be angry anymore. I know you hold grudges, but if it makes you feel better, next time you can hit me back and I won't retaliate."

"Only men who are powerless resort to hitting women."

Molly laughed, "You little brat, I'm not just any woman. If you ever tried to fight me, I could make you cry with just one hand."

Alistair had a gloomy face and didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Okay, okay, I won't bully you anymore. You're the best. Next time I go on a mission to the border, I'll bring you a gift again. I'll bring you dried flowers, like sunflowers."

"This is what you said yourself, that you want sunflowers."

The resentment of Alistair came quickly and went quickly as well.

After winding through the twisting alleys of Lyre Spiti, the two had already been chatting and laughing by the time they arrived.

Alistair had originally planned to take her home, using the excuse of picking up the coat that Molly had taken with her not long ago. He would grab it and leave. However, Lyra persuaded him to stay and have a meal together.

Reluctantly, Alistair agreed as Malcolm's cooking was indeed very good.

At the dinner table, Molly asked, "Mom, where is my brother?"

"Spencer has recently become obsessed with doing research and has locked himself in the laboratory for half a month, occasionally only calling me."

Molly frowned, "His body has only just recovered in recent years, and once he enters the laboratory, he won't come out. He neglects sleep and food. Won't this be harmful to his health?"

Lyra said, "Don't worry, he still gets three meals a day. The other research doctors in the lab make sure he eats on time."

Alistair swallowed the smooth egg custard in his mouth and echoed, "Spencer is still so amazing. As a core talent of the country, he's truly remarkable."

Malcolm, who had been silent all this time, picked up the conversation, "You don't need to envy him. Everyone has different life goals. Just focus on walking your own path."

Alistair nodded obediently. "Uncle Malcolm, you're right." He glanced at the two elders at the table and continued with a hint of meaning, "Speaking of which, Spencer is already 24 years old. In wealthy families, engagements happen early. Do you and Aunt Lyra have anyone suitable in mind for Spencer?"

Lyra replied, "Spencer isn't in a rush. People like them who are dedicated to scientific research give their youth to the country first. It's not too late to consider marriage when they're over thirty years old. But as for Momo..."

Molly froze and immediately sat up straight to refute her, "I'm not in a hurry either! Besides, I'm still in love."