After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 293

Malcolm hooked the bridge of her nose with his finger, and his dark eyes were full of doting.

"Because I'm the only one who knows that even if you're drunk, you'll have thoughts about my body only."

After all, it was something he had tested himself!

When they were in the hotel not long ago, she was drunk and confused. Facing a ghostly face which was complete strange to her, she just wanted to beat him, and even tried to kill him. Simply, she was too fierce to be true.

Today, when he recalled about it, he felt his heart palpitating. That was a nightmare!

But then, Lyra took off his ghost face and found the familiarity from him, and treated him well and gently for the first time.

He still felt sweet in his heart when he thought about it.

However, if Lyra knew that when she was drunk, she would treat people whom she was not close to and behaved like a little beast, she would probably want to find a place and hide herself forever.

But Malcolm wouldn't tell her that.

He rested his head helplessly on her shoulder, with his arms circling her waist from behind, "Last time I said I'll trust you unconditionally. How can I doubt you?"

Lyra's fingertips picked up his chin and leaned down to gently kiss on his thin lips as a small reward.

Chad, who was in the front row, felt their affection through the rear-view mirror from time to time.

He admired the sweet-talking speech of his boss in front of Miss Lyra.

It was clear that he received Ted's report and had told him the truth in advance!!!

He raised his eyes and subconsciously glanced at the rear-view mirror again.

Ugh, he had to get used to it!

Just kiss!

Malcolm had completely blocked out Chad. In Lyra's arms, he raised his right arm and said in a very weak voice, "Rara, my arm is sore. Can you massage for me?"

Lyra reached out her hands and carefully massaged him, "Am I too heavy? You carried me all the way downstairs and didn't put me down until we got in the car. It should be a little tiring."

Malcolm shook his head, with his brows furrowing slightly.

What she said was tantamount to saying that he was not physically capable.

"As a man, hugging his fiancée is the right thing to do, not to mention that you are so thin. You're as light as a bag of cotton. Probably ... I took medicine before going out, and it has not gone out for a long time. I felt a little bit dizzy."

Lyra knew he was making excuses but didn't expose him, kissing his forehead lightly, "Then sleep in my arms for a while. I'll call you when we arrive later."

"Great."

His voice was weak, and he buried his face in Lyra's neck, sniffing her good smell. Soon he fell asleep with exhaustion.

Lyra gently wrapped her arms around his back, lightly patted him from time to time, but she was lost in thought as she looked out the window at the receding streetlights.

Seeing Malcolm asleep, Chad consciously slowed down and drove more smoothly.

More than half an hour later.

The car stopped steadily at the White Manor.

Because the White Manor was an antique building, all cars had to be parked in a special parking lot and they needed walk through the winding path to get to Lyre Spiti.

Malcolm was sleeping soundly. His physical strength was not as good as before

Lyra couldn't bear to wake him up and planned to carry him back gently.

Chad looked shocked and reached his hands over, "Miss Lyra, can I do that?"

"No need."

She carried the sleeping Malcolm into her arms and turned to the direction of Lyre Spiti.

Chad froze and looked at her back for a long time before reacting. His boss was ... carried by Miss Lyra?!

He was simply not too shocked!

His boss was a big tall man who was in Lyra's tiny arms, which was very incongruous, but there was an inexplicable harmony.

Chad's nose was sour and he was happy for his boss from the bottom of his heart.