After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 545

His words were entirely comforting to himself.

Lyra, who had completely lost her consciousness after the attack, could not have given him any response.

After thinking, he continued to say with fluke, "How about this, I do not uncuff you but I help you remove the towel from your mouth. Let you bite me a few times over. It is not considered a foul, right?"

He said to himself resentfully and looked down to observe which place on his body should be bitten, which was the least obvious.

Eventually, he focused on the soft flesh under his arm.

Having deliberated, he approached Lyra again and reached out to help her remove the towel from her mouth.

However, as he just removed the towel, his eyes were drawn to a line on the towel.

It read, [If you dare to take the towel from my mouth, Malcolm, when I come to my senses tomorrow, you'll be doomed! Give it back to me now!

How dare you let me bite you to vent my anger? If I find any teeth marks on you tomorrow, you will be dead! I'll run away to a place you'll never find me in your next life!

Malcolm was speechless.

Rara had planned every step. She was really smart.

He was deflated sitting on the edge of the bed. He could not help but watch her anxiously. What can be done to ...

Seeing that Lyra's originally fair wrists and feet had more and more obvious blood marks, which were hideous and horrible, he couldn't stay anything.

He had no choice but to take out a strong sedative. To reduce Lyra's pain, he decisively injected the medicine into her arm.

As a full dose of strong sedatives was injected, Lyra's struggles became less and less violent, and finally she calmed down completely.

Malcolm rubbed her face in dismay and distress, wishing he could have suffered all the pain for her.

After a brief moment of grief, he skillfully and quickly found the keys to the handcuffs and footcuffs in the drawer of the bedside table.

The key were put in by Lyra in advance. She had been in the habit of putting small keys under the lamp, or in the drawer. She thought he didn't know about it.

After helping her out of the restraints, he quickly carried her downstairs to the garage to drive to the lab for an infusion.

...

Keith's Villa.

The study.

Time always passed especially fast when people were seriously focused.

Melissa felt like she had blinked just a few times and half an hour had passed like that.

She had only memorized half of what Keith was going to check tonight when she saw Keith come in for a spot check.

With fluke mind, she accepted Keith's official spot check.

Keith could see her nervous gesture of swallowing saliva and didn't intend to make things too difficult for her, so he chose the simpler English words.

"What does the word ‘well-meaning' mean?"

"Huh?"

Melissa was baffled by the question, "Mr. Keith, I haven't had a chance to read English tonight. I just read the reading analysis. Can you ask about that?"

Keith sighed deeply as if he were teaching his daughter.

Adhering to the hard truth that a little severity was the only way to succeed, he was unconcerned, "You didn't read it tonight, but you did last night, and I know you turned this page."

Melissa did not know what to say.

Keith was patient in reiterating and purposely read the words very slowly for her to deconstruct, "I'll read it again. What does ‘well-meaning' mean?"

Melissa's mind went blank.

Somehow, she only remembered those she just read. She didn't the English word at all!

Facing Keith's gaze, Melissa could only force herself to answer, "Just ... means good people?"

Keith was relieved, "The meaning is somewhat similar. Let me give you a hint. It's an adjective."

"Then ... kind?"