After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 132

This was repeated for several times.

When he looked up and looked at the time again, he found that it was 4:00 am.

It was so late and she'd not back yet. The celebration party was taking so long?

Melvin sat on the couch, and suddenly, inexplicably, the scene of Lyra's dinner party, where everyone was coaxing Lyra and Garrett's toasting, came to his mind.

He rose to his feet.

No way! Absolutely not!

He turned his head towards the door and went out. Before he reached the garden, he was stopped by Fifteen and Seventeen.

"Mr. Freeman, it's late and you can't go out late at night."

"I'll go get Lyra."

Fifteen and Seventeen were motionless, "Miss will return after dealing with things, and there is Eleven protection. You just wait patiently."

Melvin wrinkled his brows and his face was cold.

If tonight was Eleven, he maybe nice to him. However, Fifteen and Seventeen always didn't like him and they didn't bother to say more words to him.

No way. Melvin had to fall back and continued to wait.

The waiting time was often the longest and hardest.

During this time, he thought about many things.

He vaguely recalled that in the previous three years, Lyra had also called many times hoping that he would come home for dinner. He would sometimes give her a few perfunctory words. Sometimes he was too lazy to talk to her, and would simply hang up the phone. And he would back home two or three days in a row.

So it was so hard to wait all night ...

He looked up and looked at the clock hanging on the opposite wall. His eyes followed the minute hand, and before he knew it, he was asleep on the couch.

He didn't know how long it took, but he was awakened by the sound of the door opening.

When he saw that it was Lyra, he got up to greet her, "You're back. The food is already cold. I'll heat it up now."

Lyra refused expressionlessly, "No, I've already eaten breakfast."

"Breakfast?"

Melvin craned his head to look at the clock on the wall. It was already seven in the morning.

She ... surprisingly didn't come back all night last night.

And he, sitting on the couch, waited all night.

Melvin's heart was oddly enough, "Why didn't you come back last night? Were you drunk? Where did you go to sleep? Were you with Garrett all night? He didn't make a pass at you, did he?"

Lyra was speechless.

Did it have something to do with Garrett?

And with so many questions, which one should she answer first?

While changing her slippers, she said, "Melissa got drunk last night and I took her back to her place. She was dizzy and threw up during the night, so I took care of her all night by the way."

Melvin was stunned in place.

Melissa?

The trainee who debuted?

Damn, he had to guard against both women and men?

Lyra rubbed her sore shoulder and was preparing to go upstairs.

Melvin took her by the wrist, "Lyra, that table, I spent almost three hours last night. I really mean it. Do you want ..."

Before the words "favour me with tasting" could be uttered, he was interrupted by Lyra's cold stare.