After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 323

Next day.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom were open.

In the winter morning, the fog was thick and the breeze blew in, freezing Lyra's face.

She rolled over and hugged Malcolm who was next to her.

Another crazy night had passed and she looked extraordinarily tired and completely awake.

The alarm clock on the bedside table went off.

Today was Melissa's big day for finishing filming, and Lyra had to get up early to go over and send her best wishes and a gift.

She mastered her sleepiness and got up to wash up.

Malcolm woke up after her. His long and curly eyelashes fluttered gently. His eyes were half-open, and his eyebrows gently furrowed.

The vision was dark and there was no light.

He didn't realize it, "Rara, did you close the window? It's a little dark in the room."

Lyra was doing skincare in front of the makeup table. When she heard what he said, her hands stopped moving abruptly.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the large floor-to-ceiling window and wondered a bit, "No, the window is open. What's wrong?"

Malcolm felt downhearted abruptly.

Can't he see again? ...

How long will it take to recover this time?

He replied in a calm and steady tone, not being flustered at all, "It's okay. Maybe I was a little tired last night. I'm still not awake. I need to sleep more."

He closed his eyes and tucked himself in.

Lyra snickered and sat on the edge of the bed. Her palm gently rubbed his face, "You're yelling all day to have sex. It seems that even the fierce man get exhausted at times."

Malcolm followed with a light smile on his lips, never opening his eyes, "Go ahead and get busy. No need to leave me breakfast. I'll get up later and make it myself."

"Great. I'll let you rest for two days. Recover and just do not always think about having sex!"

Malcolm nodded, "Got it."

Lyra cupped his face and kissed him before getting up to continue with her makeup.

It took Lyra ten minutes to apply a daily makeup.

Malcolm was still asleep when she packed up. Seemingly he was in a deep sleep. She didn't want to wake him up, lightened her steps and left the room.

All the way out of Lyre Spiti, Lyra took Eleven with her and had just reached the garage door when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.

"What's wrong?" Eleven wondered.

Lyra's expression was stony as she thought of Malcolm's words again when he had just woken up, "He's not right."

"Miss, who's not right?"

Lyra couldn't answer him and turned around and raced back in the direction of Lyre Spiti.

"Mel!"

She made her way upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.

Malcolm, who had been sleeping on the king-size bed, was gone, and the room was empty, with no one else.

Lyra was puzzled. How long had she been out and Malcolm was up?

"Mel?"

She shouted as she took her hand to test the bed. There was still residual warmth, so he just got up.

But the whole villa was extraordinarily quiet and no one answered.

Lyra searched every room, and Malcolm was nowhere to be seen.

He was out the door so soon?

Then how came she didn't see him on her way back?

She immediately called Chad, "Malcolm went to work?"

Chad was baffled, "No, I'm on my way over to Lyre Spiti."

Lyra suddenly and inexplicably felt panicked, and a strong sense of unease overwhelmed her.

Not hearing her voice, Chad was also a little uneasy, "Miss Lyra, what's wrong?"