The atmosphere in the room was suddenly subtle because of these words.
Melvin was frozen in place and didn't move even his finger.
Lyra's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and her face was sullen, "Hurry up. I want to see the injury."
Melvin was instantly deflated.
Oh, it turned out to be just to see the injury. He was thinking too much.
Wait ...
To see the injury?
Why did she suddenly suspect his injury? Did Anthony say something to her?
"My injury is fine. I've been medicated for the past two days, and I'm almost healed."
Lyra coldly glanced at him, "Take it off!"
Melvin didn't move, "It's bandaged. You can't see it when it's off."
"Tear it down. Reapply the medicine later."
She sounded resolute.
This meant that she had to see it?
Melvin didn't say a word and didn't move, wondering how he could put it off.
Lyra saw right through him.
"Don't try to fool me tonight. You have to take it off!"
"Lyra, it warms my heart that you care about my injury, but it's too late tonight. It's better to rest early and see it tomorrow."
Lyra gritted her teeth.
She suppressed the urge to just tie him up and forcefully strip him off.
Patiently, she said, "You're the one who said before that you would obey my orders unconditionally. It's all bullshit, right?"
With his promise, Melvin was speechless.
He reached his hands to the gold buttons on his suit. His slender fingertips gently touched it and unbuttoned one by one to in an extremely slow way.
Lyra was patient, rubbing between her eyebrows and waiting. Anyway, the dilly-dallying wouldn't take too long because it was about two pieces of clothes.
Melvin finished removing his suit and gently placed it on her table.
After a few seconds of hesitation, he proceeded to take off his shirt.
Having just unbuttoned two buttons on his chest, he asked in a whisper, "Pants...off or not?"
Lyra gritted her teeth, "I want to see the injury! Why are you taking your pants off!"
"You said strip me naked ..." he lowered his head and only dared to make an accusation in a very low voice.
But because the room was so quiet, Lyra heard every word clearly.
"Melvin! If you say one more word, I'll achieve your aim. You'd better not keep your underpants. Get out naked and run around the villa for fifty laps!"
Holly crap ...
She was tough enough!
If he went out running without any clothes on, what about his dignity?
Lyra saw that he had obviously wimped out, and continued to smiled viciously, "Or I'll have Eleven and the others find a rope to tie you up and just hang you under that tree outside the garden. You'll be a nude specimen for a night. Which do you want to try?"
He didn't even want any!
It was absolutely impossible!
Melvin's thin lips pursed tightly. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat lightly and he didn't say anything but undressed him.
The last button was about to be unbuttoned.
He was always reluctant, and just as he opened his mouth to find an excuse, he was warned by Lyra's sharp eyes.
Naked running was not an option!
Being hung as a specimen was even less likely!
And he refused to undress to show her the injury ...
He lowered his eyes, still thinking of ways he could muddle through.
With Lyra's watchful eyes, he removed his shirt extremely slowly, revealing a lean and perfect eight-pack abs. And the bandages wrapped around the middle of his back spoiled the beauty a bit, but the healthy tanned skin was still extremely eye-catching.
But right now Lyra was not interested in admiring it. As soon as Melvin finished taking it off, she got up and approached him, "Turn around."
Melvin turned around obediently.
Lyra went straight to roughly remove his bandages with brute force.
Because the bandages were wrapped in more than a dozen circles, she had to remove layer by layer quickly.
When there were the last few layers of bandages, the blood under them was clearly visible, and Melvin gently "hissed".
Lyra heard it and did much more gently.
After the bloody bandages were removed, the palm-sized burn on his back was displayed in front of Lyra.
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