After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 541

He decisively struck again, clutching Lyra's left wrist.

With her hands confined, Lyra, in a manic state, immediately began to kick with her feet.

Malcolm could only be forced to step back, release her shackles and roll twice towards the bed, landing firmly on the carpet.

While the frenzied Lyra went looking for something to vent on, he ran quickly to the coat rack in the moonlight outside the window. Then he took down a belt sharply, crossed to the other side of the bed before Lyra could smash something, and handed the belt to her.

Lyra's eyes became more bloodthirsty and vicious after she got the weapon.

"Wait a minute!"

Malcolm stopped in horror and quickly stripped himself of his pajamas and pants, throwing them on the bed and standing naked in front of Lyra to prevent another set of clothes from being smashed.

"Come on Rara. Hurry up and finish and go to bed."

Lyra hissed in a low voice, like a raging little beast. She was completely out of her senses and consciousness.

He could not see any expression of pity in her eyes except for venting, and she struggled to swing the belt at him.

Snap!

"Hiss ..."

Each blow almost superimposed on the old injury from last night. Malcolm fought against the vital area, breathed deeply and gritted his teeth to bear it.

He silently counted this down in his heart, to calculate how long he had to stay up.

Late at night, the sound of the belt whistling was horrifying and especially spooky.

Such a stormy one-sided abuse continued for nearly an hour.

The belt that landed on the body gradually became much lighter in strength.

Malcolm looked up and saw the mania in Lyra's eyes fade into exhaustion.

She fell backwards, and Malcolm was quick to catch her.

Just as skillfully as last night, she was placed back on the bed and settled.

He counted. She beat him for two hundred and eighteen times with belt. When Rara raged up, her force was really great.

He gasped.

It hurt too much on his body.

There was no skin on his body that was unscathed.

He couldn't sit down but propped himself up on the side of the bed with one hand, adjusted his painful breathing, and took a long time to calm himself down.

Because the bedside lamp was removed and the overhead light was too strong to wake Lyra up, he picked up his pajamas and pants from the bed and held himself up against the wall to go out the door.

He was naked and came to the living room. He took out the ice bag in the refrigerator for his face and checked the whole body's injuries.

The scars had increased twofold, and there was not a single piece of intact skin on the whole body.

Redness, swelling, deep purple, they were all the marks of the abuse.

He stumbled and held on to the refrigerator before standing firm.

Hitting him consumed her physical strength, and he, who was hit and had to resist consumed even more physical strength.

Together with the lack of sleep for the past few days, he was tired and sore.

Jimmy had already dispensed the infusion treatment, and he had to hurry to finish the medication and take Lyra to the lab.

Thinking of this, he braced himself mentally, fetched the swelling cream Jimmy had given him during the day, and quickly applied it.

The medicine was very effective to reduce the swelling. When it was smeared on the skin, first he felt it cool, and then it turned into a hot pain, like being burned with boiling water which seemed to lift off a layer of skin.

It was twice as painful as the beating, and Malcolm, who had great endurance, could not bear the intense pain.

He was drenched in cold sweat. His head was giddy, and he couldn't stand on his feet.

In order to heal these wounds on his body sooner, he fetched a towel, bit down on it with his teeth, and continued to apply the medicine.

After receiving a new round of pain from the medicine, he drank a glass of water to relieve the pressure from the burning pain all over his body, quickly put on his pajamas and pants, and went upstairs to find Lyra.

The arms were all bruised and crushed while holding Lyra.

Malcolm held back and gingerly carried the sleeping Lyra downstairs.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the laboratory.

Jimmy had long since received his message and rushed back to the lab overnight to work overtime.

After giving Lyra infusion, Jimmy looked at him heartily, "Malcolm, you are too tired. Go to the next room to sleep. The infusion will take at least two and a half hours. I will help you watch her."