After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 316

All sorts of emotions of guilt, remorse, and heartache flooded her mind.

She just let him be.

She let out a long sigh and gently patted his arms that were wrapped around her waist to soothe carefully.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you, ever."

She turned around and Malcolm burrowed into her arms. Burying his face in her waist, his voice was extremely soft, "So...can you sleep with me tonight? Don't separate ..."

"Okay, no separation. Starting tonight, I'll sleep with you and lull you to sleep, okay?" She rubbed his good touching short hair.

Malcolm nodded gently.

Lyra took out the robe he had hidden under the pillow and helped him put it on, "It's winter. You're just recovered. Don't sleep naked. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Malcolm was content to burrow into her arms, smelling the nice scent of her neck. The restlessness and uneasiness inside his heart gradually dispersed a lot.

Lyra turned off the lamp and fell asleep with him for the first time in a long time.

Not long after she fell asleep.

While drifting off to sleep, she was awakened by the sound of very soft and shallow sobbing next to her.

By now, her sleepy eyes had adjusted to the dim light, and she could vaguely see Malcolm's head bowing low and sleeping on her arm.

Feeling a little strange, she touched Malcolm's face, and her fingertips unexpectedly touched the droplets of water on his long, curly lashes.

"Mel? Why are you sad again?"

Malcolm held her tighter. With a nasal voice, he whispered, "Rara, those lip marks on my body. I don't know what's going on, and I feel damned, but don't you want me to ..."

So that was what was on his mind.

Discovering his little vulnerability, Lyra felt a little guilty.

She wanted to tell him the truth, but she didn't know how to say it.

If he knew he was being screwed, he would have been furious, right?

After thinking, she patted his back with her palm to soothe his low mood.

"How come? Of course I want you, and I, Lyra Lloyd, will never want another man in my life, except you."

"You, will be my only preference."

Lyra kissed him gently on the eyes.

She imitated him to patiently kiss away the tears stained on his eyelashes.

Malcolm quietly felt her affection, still being a little apprehensive.

"If you care tonight's incident, you can beat me or scold me. I receive the punishment, but you can no longer be cold with me. Cold violence is really hard to bear."

Lyra instantly stopped moving and her tone was gradually lower, "How dare you say that? Who was the one who made a fuss about withdrawing from me last time, saying that you were tired of me and engaging in cold violence with me first? Who was it this time, who immediately went cold with me for two days after injecting the blue potion?"

He was unjustified.

He whispered in grievance, "Didn't we agree before that we wouldn't mention it?"

Lyra chuckled. The softness inside her heart quickly replaced the depression of the past few days.

Even with preferences, it didn't stop her from raking up the past.

"You're allowed to mention it with me and get emotional, but I'm not allowed? It's OK if you don't want to mention the withdrawing from the marriage thing. What about the cold war two days ago? It's new!"

He buried his head under the quilt and was unable to argue.

The more Lyra thought about it, the more angry she was. He was sick some time ago. For those things that made her very stifled, she had not dared to think about it. Now that he was better. Was it time to talk about it?

She was afraid they won't be able to get through tonight without fixing him up a bit.

She sat up, turned on the desk lamp and looked at him askance, "Did you just say you receive the punishment?"

Five minutes later.

The bedroom regained harmony and quiet.