After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 246

Did they see it right?

Malcolm will personally peel oranges, and also feed ...

Was this gentle man in the video really the coldest and most ruthless person in charge of their White Corp?

Even Chad froze, forgetting that he was even reporting data.

And in front of the screen, the man, who was watched by the people at the conference room, did not notice the slightest impropriety.

Every time the orange was fed off screen, his always cool eyes will take on a touch of doting.

These two really had no qualms about showing their love.

Noticing that Chad's voice had stopped, Malcolm wrinkled his brows in displeasure and resumed his icy scowl, "Go on."

"Oh, yes yes!"

Because of this interlude, Chad looked again at the information book in his hand.

Suddenly it was confusing.

Damn, he was shocked by the behavior of these two people. Which line did he read?

With a serious face, Malcolm reminded seriously: "profit/loss ratio of the Rossi Project."

"Oh yes, the profit/loss ratio ..."

Chad quickly found the corresponding rank and continued to report.

Just as Malcolm took the seventh section of the orange off-screen, Lyra's little face moved to the side, not opening her mouth.

"No more."

Malcolm naturally withdrew his hand and prepared to feed it into his own mouth.

The sound of stopping came from the side, "No, you are not allowed to eat!"

It was not that Lyra was cheap, but people recovering from surgery shouldn't eat too many oranges, and Malcolm had already eaten three today.

He needed moderation!

Malcolm paused in his orange-eating motion and glanced to the side.

"No!"

Lyra tightened her eyebrows, glared at him threateningly, looked at the clock again, and whispered, "Time to take your medicine!"

So, all the directors looked at the big screen. Their boss was fierce and his face was extraordinarily gloomy, as if the precursor of a rainstorm.

The crowd held their breath, expecting to see Malcolm slamming his glass in the next moment, as he had done to them in the past.

Instead, Malcolm looked like a kid who didn't get his candy.

After a brief moment of displeasure, he quickly and obediently put down the orange, went by to get a wet wipe and elegantly wiped his hands.

Then he took the pills handed to him by Lyra off screen, had them with warm water and continued the meeting as if nothing had happened.

Holy crap!

This was called there was always one thing to overcome another?

Their boss was actually a ... was controlled by his wife and did not resist at all?

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that the man on the video call, who was obedient to his wife, was Malcolm!

Malcolm himself, unaware of the series of actions he took before the video, soon became known throughout the top.

After the exhausting meeting, he turned off his laptop and pressed the hands of Lyra who was still leisurely on her cell phone on the sofa.

"Eh eh! What for?"

Looking at the phone lying innocently next to her, Lyra struggled with her wrist, but was pressed by Malcolm.

Malcolm's dangerous breath gradually came closer to her.

He gently rubbed the tip of her nose, coldly accusing, "If you won't let me eat the orange, then I'll have to eat you."

"Wait!"

Lyra was tickled by his teasing and instantly blushed. She swallowed and tried to find her senses, "You're not fully healed yet. You can't have sex. You have to restrain!"

Malcolm was depressed.

Preferably he could not refute.

If he said the injury had healed, then Lyra may have to pack up her things and go back to Lloyd's Parlor tomorrow.

If he said it did not heal, he would be restricted from having sex because of it.

It was so painful to go either way.