After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 792

Chad didn't take Anthony far away, and heard the gunshot clearly. And he had already headed the place where the gun was shot.

Anthony followed him too.

In the field, the breeze blew, and the wheat swayed with the wind.

There was a very light rustling sound.

Malcolm put his phone down and looked back at Lyra's face.

After ten days of separation, it seemed that it had been a long time since he had seen her so closely.

Her skin, without any cosmetics, was tender, fair and tight, and her eyebrows were slightly drawn together, with a hint of melancholy.

Malcolm couldn't help stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, when his dark eyes were full of attachment. He swallowed hard and wanted to kiss his wife a little bit.

But Lyra didn't remember who he was. If he kissed her, will he be beaten?

Looking at each other, Lyra quickly avoided his gaze and the touch of his fingers.

"Mr. White, whether we are a couple, it has yet to be verified. Please be more self-respecting."

In such a critical moment, he still thought about teasing her.

Malcolm curled his lips disapprovingly, "Don't worry. The wheat field in front of us is a bunker. And that person should be thinking of going down the mountain and fleeing quickly, instead of continuing to shoot when it's not certain."

He stared at Lyra's lips and swallowed hard again. Controlling his reason, instead of kissing her, he smiled.

"I just heard you cared about me. Did you remember something?"

Lyra turned her eyes away, and snorted proudly, "You're thinking too much. It's just that the accident happened so suddenly. I didn't expect to see your blood."

"Ahh..."

He frowned suddenly, covered his arm in pain, and his whole body went limp.

Lyra immediately asked, "Where does it hurt? Did you hurt your arm bone? Take off you clothes and let me take a look."

Her subconscious concern cannot be hidden.

Malcolm restrained the pain and furrowed his brows. Smiling, he felt very satisfied, "I am injured but why are you so nervous? You still say you don't remember me? Are you deliberately not wanting to recognize me? Are you still angry with me?"

Lyra was startled, and quickly realized that he had just been cheating on her.

Feeling furious, she grabbed Malcolm's collar and pulled it hard, pulling him onto her body.

With her head raised, she bit his Adam's apple, leaving two rows of shallow teeth marks.

She was laughing wantonly.

"I have been pressed for so long, so I should ask for something."

After finishing her words, she raised her hand quietly, and pinched hard on his firm buttocks.

"Mr. White, it feels good. You must have been working out regularly. It seems I was merciful this morning. I didn't kick you hard enough."

She teased and smiled. Her fair face, without makeup, was naturally charming, as if she was teasing a cute guy.

Malcolm: "I came out of the army. I have been training since I was a child. It definitely feels good, but this morning I was still hurt from kicking, and my buttocks are bruised."

Lyra was stunned a little bit, quickly snorted and looked away.

He smoked four cigarettes, and was only kicked by her four times in the morning.

"You deserve it."

She didn't feel bad at all but just felt that it wasn't cruel enough, which made him indulge himself so much these days, and didn't take his body seriously at all.

Malcolm observed her expression clearly. Seeing that there was only a moment of astonishment on her face, and there was no look of wanting to feel sorry for him, he couldn't help lowering his eyes in disappointment.

"Did I think too much? Rara, do you really forget about me?"

Lyra pushed him away, didn't let him continue to press herself, and corrected him like yesterday, "Mr. White, I don't know you."

She squatted down, vigilantly observed her surroundings, and planned to leave under the cover of the wheat.