After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 225

Malcolm's mind was blank.

Mel?

He never thought that the word would come out of Lyra's mouth. Was she shouting at him when he was Melvin?

Did this prove that she actually still had at least a touch of affection for him?

His heart was in turmoil. After vacillating for a while, he finally decided to muster the courage to speak.

"Lyra, I actually ..."

Not waiting for him to finish, Lyra, who was sleeping on the bed and whose face was red, indignantly grabbed his cuffs.

"Melvin! If you dare to lie to me again, I'll see your corpse! I'll dig your grave! I'll dig out your coffin and flog your corpse for 300 times!"

So cruel...

The words that he just wanted to say were instantly choked back.

Being dejected, he sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating.

Lyra didn't love him anymore, and he knew it all along.

As her ex-husband, his only role seemed to be a tool used by her for blame-shifting.

If Lyra knew that he had made a huge lie, she would abhor him and never give him another chance, right?

His heart was stifled and he sat silently on the edge of the bed looking at Lyra who was sleeping.

This marriage contract was what he took the trouble to beg for, because what he regretted most in his life was divorcing her on the spot. He was so afraid he would lose her again.

Since confessing would make things worse, he just let her accept the fact that Melvin was dead forever.

Let him start over with her all over again as Malcolm!

Lyra slept restlessly, and her furrowed brows made her expression fierce even when she was asleep.

Malcolm carefully smoothed her brows with his hand and leaned down to gently kiss her forehead.

Then he went to the bathroom and took out a towel to help her wipe her face and hands, and finally went to the closet and got a clean quilt. After that, he went to the small sofa and curled up for the night.

...

He slept through the night in a daze.

Malcolm was awakened by the sound of the lock being unlocked outside his door.

Lyra was still sleeping and he gingerly made his way out the door.

Outside the door was Charles. His eyes narrowed into a smile, "Mr. Malcolm, are you congenial with the young lady of Lloyd family last night? Did you ..."

Charles made a two-handed thumbs-up gesture.

Malcolm's expression was cold and he ignored the subject, "When she wakes up, let her have breakfast with grandpa before she leaves. And if she doesn't want to, don't force her."

"Yes, Mr. Malcolm."

Malcolm went to the next room first to wash up before exiting the old Mr. White's villa.

Just as he reached the entrance of the villa, he heard a voice coming from around the corner.

When he listened carefully, he noticed it was Chad.

However, there was another person. It seemed to be Fifteen.

"Fifteen, why are you here so early? Miss Lyra shouldn't be awake yet. You might have to wait a little longer."

"It's okay. But Miss didn't drink last night, right? She drank a lot at the party, so I guess she has to get drunk again. She still thinks she has the same alcohol tolerance as before! No control!"

Fifteen sighed heavily.

Chad was wondering, "What's wrong with Miss Lyra?"

Fifteen wanted to say but stopped, "It's all happening in the past. She doesn't let us talk about it. If she knows, she'll deduct our wages."

"Tell m. I don't see her often. She won't know. And there are only two of us here. I'll keep my mouth shut."

Malcolm, who was separated from the two by a wall, was ready to leave. But when he heard it was about Lyra, he walked back again.

Fifteen: "You still remember the death of Mr. Melvin six months ago, right? Since Miss came back from the funeral, she shut herself in Mr. Melvin's room. For three days, she didn't eat and drink, but cried. And she drank all the spirits with heavy concentration of alcohol on the cabinet. She didn't eat anything! Her body simply can not stand it and her stomach almost burned through. Since then, her body got worse."

Chad was shocked.