After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 520

Lyra and Malcolm smiled at each other and looked at each other with love in their eyes.

"They are all here to visit the museum. Do you want to go over and talk? Get acquainted for a few minutes?" Lyra asked with a smile.

Malcolm looked across the exhibition hall, "Since Mr. Hoare is also enjoying with his girlfriend, he must not want us to disturb them. Or should we wait until they finish browsing that exhibition area and then go over?"

Lyra nodded her head in agreement.

She didn't like socializing, let alone interrupting their sweet time because of it.

She thought Mr. Hoare and Anne didn't like it as well, so it was better not to disturb them.

A brief interlude did not stop the two from visiting the Great Museum.

Lyra and Malcolm waited for Paul Hoare and Anne in front of them to finish each time before moving on to the next show.

Strolling around, this was the largest museum exhibition in Atria, and the afternoon of fun passed quickly.

By the time the two emerged from the museum, the sun almost went down with glow.

It was getting dark.

Lyra's eyes moved down from the sky and she saw that someone was asking Paul to get in the car and take him back to the hotel.

His little girlfriend, Anne, was the first to get into the car.

Form Lyra's direction, she could only see her slender legs with a pair of diamond white high heels. That woman should be an elegant and gentle young girl.

Instead of rushing to the car, Paul turned back and seemed to notice Lyra and Malcolm who were standing in front of the museum.

Paul was in his forty-something, bearded, yet still handsome. He nodded politely toward Malcolm.

Malcolm also nodded in response.

Lyra saw the two men's action and asked curiously, "Another friend you know?"

Malcolm stared at Paul's limousine as it drove away from the museum and said in a tone that didn't rise and fall, "Not really friends, just acquaintances."

Lyra was not interested in this Paul for the moment and did not ask more questions. After a casual reply, she pulled Malcolm into the car.

Back at the hotel, Lyra fell into bed.

After walking around the museum all afternoon, she was so tired that her feet hurt.

Malcolm squatted at her feet, picked up her delicate feet, and tenderly massaged her feet skillfully and dotingly.

Lyra looked at his serious handsome face, smiled and asked, "Why so laborious? How about find a massage shop? Then we both can have a SPA?"

Malcolm rarely did not laugh, looking up at her very seriously, "For my wife's feet, and any part of her body, no one else can touch. Whoever accidentally touch it, I will cut off their hands."

This was a clear declaration of sovereignty. He stamped Lyra's body with the private label that was belonging to Malcolm.

Lyra raised her eyebrows, smiled wickedly, and said deliberately, "Then what would you do if it is me who take the initiative to touch another man?"

Malcolm stopped rubbing her feet and stared at her with slightly red eyes.

"If that is the case, it must also be that I have made you angry. And I am not attractive enough to you to make you have the desire to touch other men. I will reflect on it. I will kneel on the wash board. And I will take my life to get back your love."

Lyra's heart pumped and she stroked his handsome face with pity.

"Mel, we are equal. You don't need to be so humble."

She took his face in her hands and said seriously, "I will never change my mind. I will never touch another man. I only love you."

Malcolm wrapped his arms around her waist with satisfaction and flung her down on the bed, "It's our honeymoon but you're asking emotionally damaging questions. Shouldn't you be punished?"

Lyra kissed his chin, "I'm the one who's wrong. How do you want to punish me?"

Malcolm's hand was pinching gently toward her slender waist, and he said, "What do you think I like best?"

He said so and tilted down, giving her pervasive kisses with a strong sense of possessiveness.

The sun had completely set and darkness was gradually sweeping over the land.