After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 383

Caesar could not sustain this force and fell back several steps. The corners of his mouth were bleeding and swollen.

Lyra was startled, but she looked inexplicably timorous when she saw the angry initiator.

"Mel, why are you here?"

Malcolm stared at her and gritted his teeth, "If I don't come, are you really going to keep me in the dark?"

"Uh...you misunderstood. It's just a casual meal."

Lyra finished her explanation and rushed to check on Caesar, "Are you okay?"

Caesar wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, "It hurts a little, but I'm okay."

He was spoiled at home, and never received a beating. He did not expect this time once abroad, and received a punch from Malcolm.

"Sorry, I'll ask Kellie to send you to the nearest hospital. I'll be responsible for your medical expenses and damage fee!"

Caesar refused, "No, it's a minor injury."

"You need it! You are the representative of European Swye. I'm sorry about tonight. Malcolm misunderstood. I apologize to you ... eh eh! What are you doing!"

Before she could finish her words, her body was suddenly picked up by Malcolm, then he walked towards the Shelby supercar parked at the curb without looking back.

"Mel ..."

Lyra wrapped her arms around his neck and was about to say that she wanted him to let her down when she saw that his face looked so infuriated.

Obviously, he was angry. If she didn't appease his emotions, he would make a scene after they went back home.

Thinking of this, Lyra could only turn back to Caesar who was still frozen in place, "Sorry, I can't have dinner with you tonight. I'll let Kellie entertain you! When I'm free in a few days, I'll treat you to dinner again!"

What she meant by this was that if it didn't work tonight, they would do it again next time.

Malcolm's chest was on fire and his lungs were about to explode.

He coldly turned back to Caesar and gritted his teeth, "This is Crana. Your European Swye's etiquette won't work here. You want to take advantage to molest my wife? Perish your thought!"

After his words, he lowered his eyes, implying a hostile threat.

The black Shelby supercar roared angrily down the highway and soon disappeared into the night.

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Lyra was carried back to Lyre Spiti.

Malcolm scowled and carefully positioned her on the edge of the bed.

He stood in front of Lyra and stared at her, with his chest still heaving violently. He was still angry.

Lyra gently tugged on his pant legs, tilted up her little face, and explained in a sweet voice.

"I know how to behave. The scene you saw when you came over was not real. Caesar helped me at European Swye before, so I allowed him to greet me with hand-kissing!"

Malcolm grunted coldly and the sulking in his ink eyes was unabated.

"He's just looking for an excuse to kiss your hand! The way he looked at you was wrong! He's obviously very fond of you!"

Malcolm was so angry that his body quivered, "Lyra Lloyd, you're getting married next month! How dare you try to hide it from your husband and go to dinner alone with another man! And allow another man to kiss you casually!"

Lyra was speechless, "I told you. It's just a casual dinner! Besides, do you think I'm going to cheat on you? Is your trust in me that weak?"

She also got a little angry and her tone began to be serious.

Malcolm pulled out his phone, found out the chat log and pointed to the message Lyra had sent him. He was so angry that his fingers were shaking.

"How do you want me to believe you? It's obvious that you went to dinner with him alone, but you said it was a group of people. And there were both men and women!"

"Lyra Lloyd! How dare you lie to me for Caesar Gary!"

He growled, and his eyes were red.