After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 649

To the cemetery?

Lyra frowned suspiciously, staring at Malcolm who looked gentle.

Of course she knew who was buried in the Frayton cemetery. She didn't know about Malcolm's fake death at that time so she stayed at Frayton for half a year for the tombstone.

While she was contemplating, Malcolm touched her soft cheek with his large palm and smiled slightly, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking... Are you going to see Melvin? What secret of the Freeman family do you hide from me? Is that secret related to me?"

Malcolm's fingers gently rubbed her cheeks, and his black eyes made it impossible for Lyra to see through him.

When he spoke, he still said softly, "Rara, you didn't have much breakfast at the Freeman Manor, and you looked gloomy. You were really thinking about this."

"I really can't hide anything from you. It's my fault you had no appetite this morning."

Lyra patted the back of his hand lightly, and said angrily, "You knew it. We should be more honest. It's not too late to explain to me."

Malcolm took her hand, bowed his head reverently, and kissed on her palm.

"We're going to Frayton Cemetery just to tell you, but you're not allowed to be mad at me."

Lyra smiled enchantingly, "It was all happening many years ago. There's nothing to haggle over. Besides, I have even two babies with you. Can I leave the babies and you in a fit of anger?"

Malcolm nodded in agreement, "You're right. I was overthinking."

More than 20 minutes later, the luxury car stopped outside the Frayton cemetery.

Lyra and Malcolm got out of the car together and bought two bouquets of white flowers at the funeral shop outside the cemetery.

Lyra had walked many times this road leading to Melvin's tombstone.

Every time when she came here before, her feeling was extremely heavy.

However, this time, with her sweetheart not under the tombstone, but by her side, Lyra was at peace, held the flower in one hand, and took Malcolm's hand with the other hand, clasping his fingers tightly.

Lyra could find Melvin's tombstone with precision even with her eyes closed.

When she saw it this time, she was shocked to realize that the gray-white photo on the tombstone had been changed.

It was no longer Malcolm's unsmiling and indifferent face, but a young face that Lyra had never seen before.

She took a closer look suspiciously, "During the half year when I was still in Frayton, I would come to see it almost every two or three days. It was your photo before. When did it change it?"

Lyra thought it very strange, "If it had been replaced by the real Melvin's photo, how could Sheila still be completely in the dark? Hasn't she come to express her condolences to her brother for a year and a half?"

Malcolm politely placed the flower in front of the tombstone platform and bowed slightly to show respect for the deceased.

"Just last night, I sent a message to Frayton Police before going to bed. I had them replace the photo on the tombstones overnight."

"You move really fast."

Malcolm looked a little weird, "Do you want my photo to hang on here all the time?"

Lyra was startled, and gave him a serious look, "Don't say it."

Malcolm changed the subject wisely, "Melvin died in an accident when he was fifteen years old. He was my most capable subordinate. I have always felt guilty and regretful about his death..."