After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 268

It was dark outside the window.

A table lamp was on in the bedroom. Its light was dim but warm.

Malcolm's face was backlit and obscure.

But Lyra felt his gaze.

She sat up straight and got out of his arms. Her small hands stroked his cheeks. And her starry eyes were incomparably serious.

"Mel, once I thought I could let go of my love for you without a care in the world, but since I almost lost you that time, I've come to fully realize myself."

"I love you."

"As deeply as you love me."

"No matter how many times you want to ask in the future, my answer will definitely be, love you!"

When they were looking at each other, both their eyes got red at the same time.

Malcolm restrained himself from crying, and embraced her in his arms. It was so tight that his arms were trembling.

She said she also loved him deeply ...

Although he would rather hear that she didn't love him this time, when she replied so earnestly, he was in full of emotion.

With her words, that was enough.

Sensing his nervousness, Lyra's small hand gently patted his back to reassure him carefully.

The hug lasted a long time.

It was long enough for Lyra to think if he was asleep before he voluntarily let go of the embrace.

"It's getting late. Have a rest early tonight."

"Eh?"

Lyra was a little confused.

It was only 9:30 and he wanted to sleep?

He just came back for a hug?

While she was still confused, Malcolm had already taken the lead and retreated under the covers.

Tonight's Malcolm was a little strange.

Lyra followed and slept under the covers, rested her head in the crook of his arm, and asked in a sly and tentative tone, "Mel, we haven't seen each other for days. Since you're back tonight, how about bedtime massage?"

Malcolm closed his eyes. His face was full of abstinence tonight, so he did not answer her.

Lyra was a bit disappointed.

He hadn't seen her for a few days. After he came back, he was so cold to her? He didn't even want to have sex with her anymore?

Did she lose her charm?

As if unbelieving, Lyra's small hand slid into his robe under the blanket once again, gently teasing his abs and pectoral muscles.

Malcolm's breathing, which was provoked by her, gradually became rapid.

He frowned and gently clutched her hands, coaxing, "Good girl, stop it. Go to sleep."

Lyra curled her lips, feeling a little angry.

She pouted like a small puffer fish.

"Mel, you didn't even kiss me this time after you came back. You went to bed so early, so are you going to be a monk?"

What she said was obvious enough.

She complained about it with her soft voice. Her flirtatious eyes were seducing him unabashedly.

Malcolm's eyes closed and he breathed in deeply.

Like a great determination, when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes became very indifferent.

"Lyra, let's ... break off the engagement."

"Hmm?"

Lyra froze for half a second before reacting to what he meant, "What did you say!?"

Also, he called Lyra, not Rara.

His magnetic and steady tone had a slight detachment in it.

Lyra suddenly tightened her eyebrows and sat up violently from the bed, gazing at him coldly as if unsure, "Say that again."

Malcolm didn't sit up, but tucked his shoulders under the covers. His long eyelashes fluttered softly, "I said, let's break up."

His tone was soft and light.

Lyra, however, felt like her heart was being cut by a sharp knife, and her body was in pain.

"Why?"