After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 650

Malcolm was very aggrieved, "I don't. I really don't..."

Lyra didn't intend to let him go, "Don't you want to explain the stuff between you and Charlotte?"

...

Can he tell the truth?

He was afraid he would be beaten when they went back to the hotel.

Malcolm was silent and explained after considering about it, "Clayton had passed away when I agreed to be engaged to her. There was no need to worry about that risk anymore."

Lyra nodded thoughtfully, "You think the Freeman family is already safe, so even if she gets married with you, she doesn't have to worry about the death of Melvin. In the end, you still love her, right? After you divorced with me resolutely, you engaged with her."

Her expression was calm and her voice was calm too, but he could sense her chill.

He couldn't really get away with it.

He was in the wrong.

"I didn't love her but I've always loved you. I just didn't see my mind clearly and announced to be engaged with her. She came to the villa in the middle of the night in a heavy rain, and talked about the life-saving kindness to me. I weighed it and just agreed."

"Babe..."

He whispered softly, grabbed Lyra's palm and rubbed it lightly.

And it seemed that he was fawning.

Lyra withdrew her hand, took a few steps forward, placed the two bouquets of white flowers in front of Melvin's tombstone, and said coldly, "This was all happening in the past. It has nothing to do with me."

Malcolm leaned over, observed her side look, and asked, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"You're. I can see you're not happy."

Lyra didn't answer him but bowed slowly three times to Melvin's tombstone, completely ignoring him who was desperate.

Malcolm: "I am wrong. I know Charlotte tried to murder you many times before. Although she has paid the price now and is dead, I did defend her. If you're angry, just vent it on me."

He grabbed Lyra's hand and put it on his face, looking like a punchbag admitting punishment.

Lyra glanced at him and said seriously, "I'm really angry."

"Then punish me. I am willing to submit to your punishment in my life."

Lyra smirked, and said evilly, "Then I will beat you. Are you scared?"

Malcolm's jawline stiffened. He swallowed slightly and nodded, "Yes."

Seeing his determined expression, Lyra held back a smile, stepped closer, and whispered, "Then what if... I ask for immediate punishment?"

Malcolm had always been calm but was panic now, "Now, now? Right here?"

Lyra stared at him sternly. She didn't confirm or deny, and didn't seem to joke with him.

Malcolm held his breath and looked around the uninhabited cemetery. His always deep dark eyes were at a loss for a moment.

Would he really be beaten in a place like this??

That was too weird...

His face was pale. He was struggling psychologically, and even his back was stiff.

Lyra saw that he was really thinking about this question, and laughed, "What a fool! Let's go."

Patting his head, Lyra took his hand and pulled him away from the Frayton cemetery.

Malcolm looked down and looked at her hand that held him tightly.

She was willing to take the initiative to lead him out. It seemed that she was no longer angry and deliberately made fun of him.

He bent over. His arms passed through Lyra's knees, and he firmly carried her up.

Lyra suddenly lost balance and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, "Why? Displaying our affection in front of so many tombstones? What's wrong with you?"