After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 247

She was defiant and squeezed two tears out of her eyes in the process.

It was just acting and she could do that too.

"How dare you deny it! You just called me by my name. You yelled at me and tried to force me!"

Malcolm was rendered speechless by her accusations.

He was really in the wrong.

He almost lost his life several times, and he was able to pursue back his ex-wife with great difficulty. How could he yell at her?

He had to spoil her more.

It was indeed his failure to control his emotions. Lyra, in his eyes, was different with the others. He had to be delicate and gentle, warm and soft, so she will continue to like him.

He immediately corrected his attitude, straightened his back, and squatted in a standard military stance.

"I was wrong."

Lyra wiped away her tears and ignored him, getting up and going upstairs. She was ready to pack up and head out to Lloyd's Parlor.

Malcolm followed her silently and lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake.

Because she had to go out, Lyra never paid any attention to him or spoke to him.

Malcolm can't stand cold violence.

Honest admission of fault did not work, then sad-fishing.

He rubbed his back and limped, still gritting his teeth and hissing, "Rara, I think you just hit my tailbone ..."

Lyra glanced at his firm and tight ass.

He just pretended!

She had always been very measured in her hands. Every punch was to his tailbone, so it was impossible that it hurt

Finally, he was rewarded with her looking back at him.

Malcolm was delighted and reached for her waist.

But she didn't move and dodged sideways. She put on her bag and left the villa without looking back.

Malcolm had no choice but to put on his ghost face and follow her in the car.

The two limousines quickly left the White family and drove to Lloyd's Parlor.

In the car, Malcolm occasionally glanced at Lyra beside him, who was not looking away, concentrating on the roadside flashing scenery.

Malcolm resisted the urge to say something soft for a few times.

After all, in front of Eleven and several bodyguards, there were some explicit words he cannot say.

The two had no words the whole way.

When they arrived at Lloyd's Parlor, Lyra, with an icy face, was the first to get out of the car.

Instead of going straight in, she stood at the door and waited for Malcolm.

Malcolm noticed and was flattered as he trotted up to her and took her little hand, clasping her fingers together.

Lyra didn't struggle and let him do this.

Closer to his ear, she said in s very soft voice, "For today's incident, it does not mean that I am not angry. I just let you go. I'll remember it and you have to pay back in a few days."

Malcolm was already happy that she was willing to stand at the door and wait for him.

Not to mention it, even if there was a hundred times the punishment, he had to receive.

He nodded earnestly toward Lyra.

Seeing that he agreed without hesitation, Lyra's purpose was achieved.

When she walked into the villa, her face instantly switched back to a sweet and smiling look, and Malcolm also turned into a serious face that used to be cold and indifferent in seconds.