The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 121

Keith beat him up, so he deserved it?

Was Keith that important to her?

Melvin was upset!

Quite unpleasant!

If he could, he would like to put Keith in a sack and pack him up tomorrow and throw him to Antarctica to feed the penguins!

Feeling the sudden resentment deep in his back on the bed, the corners of Lyra's mouth hooked slightly.

But the injury on his back did look a bit harsh.

"Seventeen, apply medication on him."

Seventeen, who was suddenly cued, was confused, "Huh? Me?"

Lyra gave him a stare, "Do I have to do it myself?"

"Okay."

Seventeen had a bitter look on his face.

This son of bitch was not moral. He just tried to trap his Master Keith. Can he can give him poison?

Although he was very reluctant, the lady stared at him and he can only go to get the medical kit.

The arrangement was almost done. Lyra turned her head and was ready to go, when a pair of broad hands behind her suddenly held her wrist.

"Lyra, talk to me for a minute ..."

Melvin had changed direction to lie, did not look up and his voice in the quilt was low. His long curly eyelashes were shaking slightly, which looked "delicate" with his pale face.

Lyra glanced at him indifferently, "My time is precious. I don't have time to talk with you. Let go."

She deliberately emphasized her words to remind him of his current status.

Melvin didn't move and didn't let go of his hand.

"Lyra, I endured this alone for six hours this afternoon. It really hurts. The marble tiles in the living room are so cold. I'm lying with the stiff body. For the sake of my admission of punishment, just talk for a while ..."

His voice was soft, like the brush of a feather and more like a wounded beast trying to beg for comfort.

A man lying on the living room floor for six hours?

Lyra wrinkled her eyebrows and swept her gaze to Eighteen, who was standing at one side.

Eighteen lowered his head in horror, "I ... thought Mr. Freeman was doing housework and fainted. That's why I didn't ..."

It was over. The more he described, the suspicious he became.

Fearing that all the blames would be put on him alone, Eighteen hurriedly shut his mouth and retreated, closing the door in the process.

With the sound of the door closing, the room fell completely silent.

Lyra looked down at Melvin, who was covered in the blanket, "What are you trying to say?"

Melvin took her wrist and didn't let go, "You went to Keith's for the past two days, how was it?"

Hmm?

Lyra frowned.

He pretended to be so soft and pitiful, just to talk about all this nonsense?

"Don't talk nonsense. Mr. Lloyd is gentle and considerate. Of course I'm doing well."

Knowing that she was mocking, Melvin changed his expression to a serious one and tried to say, "I've heard that the Lloyd family is very demanding of their children and grandchildren's spouses. Do you think Keith would fight against the whole family for you?"

Did Keith marry her?

Oh, the big joke.

Lyra gave him a sarcastic look, "That's my business. You don't seem to have the qualifications to be in my business."

Melvin saw her expression, and his thin lips hooked up into a smile.

"It seems he didn't intend to let the Lloyd family know of your existence, so you're only his mistress?"

Lyra listened and laughed, "No men in this world can sugar me, and I am afraid that only I can sugar others."

This was clearly too arrogant to be true.

But it was she who said that and it didn't have the slightest sense of incongruity.

Melvin narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking carefully about the deep meaning of her words.

If she can really have this kind of capital, she was definitely from the Lloyd family.

So maybe she and Keith were related by blood? That they can't be lovers at all?

Wouldn't that mean that all their previous intimate acts were only between relatives?

Although this idea was only his guess, it was not confirmed.