After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 633

Malcolm became even sullener, and pushed Micah forward, "Take your fiancee away. She's entangled with my wife."

Micah sighed, and could only help Abigail with kind words, "Abigail, listen to me. Let's go back to the room to sleep. Rara ...she has a husband. She can't sleep with you."

Abigail frowned and hugged Lyra tightly. Her whole body seemed to stick to her, unable to pull away.

Micah was hopeless.

Malcolm suppressed his anger. Thinking that she was Micah's fiancee, he didn't drag her away personally.

Lyra comforted Abigail who was in her arms, and looked at Malcolm and Micah helplessly, "Honey, Micah, how about you...letting Abigail sleep with me tonight? You two share the room one night?"

"No!"

Malcolm and Micah looked at each other, and refused very firmly.

Were they going to sleep together?

That was so weird.

Moreover, this trip was to enhance the relationship of the couple, not brotherhood.

"I can only sleep with Rara. I can't sleep with others. Rara, you don't want me to have dark circles under my eyes tomorrow, right?"

Micah nodded and said, "I also will have insomnia."

It would be a torture all night for them both.

Just thinking about it made them feel embarrassed madly.

"But Abigail she..." Lyra looked at Abigail who was in her arms in embarrassment.

Abigail was really drunk and blushed.

On the daytime, because of Micah's low EQ, she always held back her anger and finally vented it off with alcohol.

Malcolm glared at Micah, "Hurry up and get your fiancee away. If you can't do it, I'll do it. I don't feel pity for other women. If I hurt her, don't blame me."

He had threatened him like this. How could Micah let him touch his future wife?

"Won't bother you. I'll take her back myself."

Micah leaned in again and tried to force Lyra and Abigail apart.

"Abigail, listen, you're too drunk. I'll take you back to take a shower first. When we're done, I'll bring you over to Lyra, okay?"

Lyra said hurriedly, "Yes, yes, take a shower first. Then come over later. We will sleep together and chat with you all night."

Only then did Abigail let go of her hands, and was helped by Micah into his arms.

Micah glanced at the Lyra and Malcolm separately, looked serious, opened his mouth, but said nothing in the end.

He bent down and picked up Abigail, and went back to the hotel room.

"Lyra, when I'm done taking a shower. Remember to sleep with me."

"Definitely." Lyra responded casually.

Micah quickly closed the door, shutting out all the noise.

Malcolm was still upset.

This Abigail actually wanted to rob his wife.

Lyra rubbed his irritated face, smiled and coaxed, "Okay, honey, it's very late. Let's go back to take a shower and sleep."

Malcolm followed her gloomily. Until he entered the room, he said in a low voice, " Rara, you went too far to think about sleeping with Abigail and leaving me to Micah."

Lyra tutted in embarrassment, "No, it's just an assumption. Just asking. I didn't mean so."

She walked to the bathroom, intending to take a bath and get rid of the alcohol smell on her body.

As she just took two steps forwards, Malcolm grabbed her wrist suddenly, and a strong force pulled her back to his thick and strong chest.

Lyra was stunned for a moment. Her whole body was spinning and Malcolm quickly pressed her against the wall.

"Honey?"

Malcolm lowered his head. The tip of his nose was close to hers, and the warm breath mixed with the aroma of wine sprayed on her face, causing a flush of burning.