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After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 446

For this slap, the force was not heavy, but with an indefinable ambiguity.

She stared at the side of his face, raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly "Who is making fun of who? You have promised to do five hundred and twenty push-ups as a gift. You're going back on your word?"

She tapped him again, "Come on. Keep doing. This is the promise."

With his trembling arms, Malcolm hardened himself to regain the standard push-up position.

Lyra's voice came again from behind, "Three hundred and fifty-seven, come on."

Malcolm instantly understood. So, she still remembered the number and deliberately made fun of him.

She was a really bad woman.

He shook his head helplessly. What could he do? He worked so hard to get back her heart so how could he not spoil her?

"Three hundred and fifty-eight."

In the early morning, he was counting over and over again with his magnetic voice in the bedroom.

When Sophia passed by, she would occasionally glance sideways in amazement and stare at the closed door.

But she knew that she should not ask too many questions about their private affairs.

*

In the bedroom.

"Five hundred ... and twenty ..."

As he had accomplished his goal, Malcolm let out a sigh of relief and slumped weakly to the ground.

He just didn't think he wanted to do push-ups again in his life.

Lyra got up from him, but was surprised to see that his black pajama pants was totally wet.

She laughed, "Mel, you're sweating so much, even on your butt."

Malcolm touched the wet and moist area of his pants, but his fingers were stained with red color.

He turned around suspiciously and noticed that Lyra's face didn't look too good.

"Rara, this is from you. Blood ..."

Lyra's smile faded and she stared at his fingers. Rubbing her belly, she seemed to realize something.

No wonder her waist was extraordinarily sore today as if it was broken. It turned out to be the menstruation.

She hadn't had it for so long since she was pregnant with the babies that she forgot such a thing even existed.

She laughed awkwardly, "Sorry for soiling your pants, but you probably won't be able to do me for another six or seven days. Just resign yourself to your fate."

Malcolm braced himself and stood up. Without complaining, he carried her to the bathroom, helped her and himself to shower and change into clean robes even though he was exhausted from the exercise.

Five minutes later, Lyra felt her belly got cramped.

She didn't know when her period came, and did the sex affect it?

Menstrual cramps gradually engulfed her nerves.

She was placed in bed and tucked in by Malcolm.

Drowsiness and pain soon occupied her entire consciousness.

She curled up and furrowed her eyebrows. With her eyes tightly closed, she was drowsy and endured the pain.

Malcolm personally made her a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea. He fed it to her mouth one sip at a time.

It still did not relieve the pain in Lyra's lower belly.

Malcolm was sitting next to the bed. He was anxious but was unable to take the pain for her.

"Rara, how about a painkiller?"

Lyra was confused and shook her head decisively when she heard it, "I'm breastfeeding. Our babies need me. I can't just take the medicine. It will affect them."

"But it's not a solution for you to keep hurting like this."

Lyra said weakly and strenuously, "It's okay ... just bear with it. Just sleep ..."

Malcolm sighed and couldn't bear to see her suffer like this. She insisted on not taking painkillers so Malcolm had no choice.

He searched on the Internet on how to take care of his wife who had menstrual cramps. After learning what netizens had done, he decided to go and find a hot water bottle for Lyra.

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