After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 270

She would be there for him and her heart would go with him.

She would also learn how to spoil him and protect him.

Her soft and melodious voice came to Malcolm's ears and echoed over and over in his mind.

What was in front of him was her bright and sunny smile.

His painful and cold heart, as if was wrapped tightly by a warm light, melted.

He choked with sobs and his right hand subconsciously wanted to touch her soft and little face.

However, this hand was still wearing leather glove and had just touched Ethel.

Thinking of this, he withdrew his hand. And the other hand that was hanging on the other side of the thigh clenched unconsciously.

Anthony was right.

Lyra had strong character. When dealing with enemies, she was like a sun that nobody can touch her. Otherwise, they would be beaten.

When it came to relatives and lovers, she was like a kitty that was worthy of being loved

She was vivid, bright and resilient.

He thought that the virus in his body would be well suppressed and he would be able to be with her forever.

It was unexpected that the virus had spread now. What he wanted had become a luxury.

He, Malcolm, now had just a broken body. He was a dying man, not worthy of her, Lyra.

It was he who delayed her ...

"Mel?"

Seeing that he seemed to be lost in thought, Lyra called him gently.

Malcolm returned to his senses and opened his arms slightly, resuming his cold demeanor, "I'm not hurt. If you don't believe me, you can check."

"I don't believe you. You don't look good. You can't fool me. I want you to tell me yourself, what's wrong with you? And what the hell were you and Ethel doing when I came in? Why do I always feel like you're trying to provoke me ..."

"I seem to like her quite a bit."

Before she could finish her words, Malcolm interrupted her with a tone of indifference.

"What did you say?"

Lyra was slightly stunned, withdrew her hands on his lap, got up and took a step back, looking at him strangely.

He looked at the rain out the floor-to-ceiling window. His tone was cool, "She's sweet and pretty and mild-mannered. No man can refuse a woman like her, so what do you think what we were doing just now?"

Lyra took two more steps back in succession. Her clear eyes gradually became dimming.

"Are you disgusted with me?"

Malcolm smiled sarcastically, and his eyes were cold, "You are arrogant, strong, and ruthless compared to her. I chased you for so long. Now I am tired and want to change."

Lyra stared intently at his handsome face, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, "Malcolm, you've changed ..."

"Men always like excitement and the pursuit of novelty. It's not that I've changed. It's because I amn't a good man in the first place. Lyra, now that you see me clearly, you can get lost."

The last few words that contained hostility finished. The air was silent for several minutes.

Lyra stood motionlessly.

Malcolm was still looking out the window. His eyes were cold. There was no trace of retaining and reluctance, only endless detachment and indifference.

However, in the midst of gloomy atmosphere, there was a soft laugh suddenly.

Malcolm turned his head suspiciously and saw that Lyra was laughing instead of being angry?

There was not a trace of anger in those starry eyes.

His heart thumped, bracing himself for a cold aura and gazing at her in a gloomy way.

"Very funny?"

Lyra walked up to his feet, grabbed the armrests of his chair with both hands, bent over and leaned down. Her red lips caught him off guard and kissed him on his forehead.

His forehead, which was imprinted with red lipstick marks, was particularly visible.

"You!"