After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 688

Malcolm stared at the well-behaved boy outside the door, and was confused.

If he had to sleep between him and his wife, wasn't this breaking up?

Whatever Spencer wanted, he would do his best to satisfy him, except that he couldn't give up his wife.

When he was admitting that he was upset, Lyra smiled softly and waved to Spencer, "Come here baby, give me a hug."

Spencer chuckled and fluttered but was blocked by Malcolm who was in front of him.

Malcolm squatted down and looked at him. His temperament was extremely noble and cold, like a sculpture.

It was a huge obstacle between Spencer who was trying to get close to Lyra, and the one that can't be crossed.

But Spencer wasn't annoyed. He blinked harmlessly but was discussing with Malcolm with a childish tone.

"Daddy, this afternoon, you were talking nonsense behind Mommy's back, saying that Mommy likes to cry with you the most, saying that Momo learns how to pretend to be pitiful from Mommy. But Mommy heard it, right?"

Was it necessary to describe this in such detail?

He didn't know what to do, so he cautiously glanced back at Lyra who was sitting beside the bed.

Lyra was staring at him with a slight smile, and just that look made him want to admit defeat.

But at this time, Spencer continued, "Daddy, you're not good. I am afraid that you will be punished by Mummy, right?"

He giggled, and quickly changed to the next topic the scheming and childish tone, "But if I sleep with Daddy and Mommy, and sleep in the middle, it can prevent Daddy from being punished.”

Malcolm narrowed his eyes. His eyes were sharp, and he gritted his teeth, saying in a low voice, "So, should I thank you for saving me?"

"You're welcome. As the saying goes, it's better to save one life than build a seven-storied pagoda, not to mention I am saving my closest and dearest Daddy, so you don't object to my joining. I will be your little lucky star tonight."

He bypassed Malcolm and ran decisively towards Lyra. His thin arms wrapped around Lyra's calf.

He rubbed against her knee with his little lovely face.

Lyra fondly touched his little head, took her into her arms, and said to Malcolm who stood by the door,

"It's true that Spencer hasn't lived at home for a long time, and it's normal that he's not used to it. Let him sleep in the bedroom these days."

"Malcolm didn't answer.

Not being able to hug his wife's slender waist was indeed a little aggrieved.

But he had to make room for his son.

Malcolm's handsome face looked aggrieved. Holding the little pillow Spencer had just shoved him, he closed the door and went back to the bed.

Lyra took the little pillow, separated hers from Malcolm's, and placed the little one Spencer had brought in between.

Then she put Spencer in cotton pajamas into the bed. Lyra covered him with the quilt, and kissed his small forehead dotingly, "Sleep, Mommy and Daddy will always be by your side."

Spencer wrapped his arms around Lyra's arm, as if he could hold a sense of security, and closed his eyes to sleep, which was very well-behaved.

Malcolm stood by the bed. Looking at the warmth of between the mother and son, he suddenly felt that he was a little redundant.

Lyra hadn't paid attention to him since Spencer came in.

He sighed silently. Spencer was persecuted by the remnants of the S404 biochemical virus when he was young. Lyra would inevitably love him more. What can he say as a daddy?

He only slept here for a few days. When he got used to the environment at home, Malcolm had to carry him back to the small bedroom in person.

His wife was his. And she can only sleep with him.

Thinking bitterly, Malcolm quietly and gently lifted the quilt and lay down, turning off the bedside lamp without complaint.

Spencer was in the middle of the two, like a border, making it difficult for him to even touch his wife.

Darkness enveloped the entire room, and the quiet atmosphere lasted less than ten minutes.

Suddenly someone was knocking on the bedroom door again.