The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 125

Realizing that something was wrong, he opened the door and took a look.

There was no one in front of the computer.

"Lyra?"

Melvin's face changed and he walked in to check. The gasping was ... coming from under the table.

He lifted the tablecloth to see that Lyra had curled her entire body into the small space, and her face was abnormally flushed and red.

He squatted down and gently tested her neck with his hand and found that her whole body was hot as hell.

This status was ...

The coffee on the table was drunk by half, and the sugar packet that had been in the tray had been torn open. He thought of Fiona's abnormality when he visited her at the Freeman Manor a few hours ago, and instantly understood what was going on.

"Damn!"

He lifted Lyra out from under the table.

Feeling the cold body close to her comfortably, Lyra was driven by the drug and had a certain horny thought for the first time.

She tightened her arms around the man's neck. And his smell had turned her on.

Melvin carried her back to the bedroom. Feeling the restless movement of the person on top of him, he was afraid of hurting her, so he made his movement as gentle as possible.

"Lyra, just hold on a little longer. You'll be fine soon."

Hearing the familiar voice, Lyra braced herself for consciousness and lifted her eyes to look.

The moment she saw that it was Melvin, she was full of anger. Forcibly suppressing her resentment, she raised her hand and slapped him in his face.

She was drugged and the slap wasn't hard, but Melvin, who was about to head to the bathroom, was caught off guard.

Lyra struggled and slipped out of his hands, but her hands still clung to his lapels.

Two people suddenly lost balance and fell toward the ground.

Seeing that Lyra's head would hit the corner of the bed, Melvin didn't think twice and wrapped his arms around her neck, bringing her into his arms and using his back to land on the ground first.

"Uh, hiss ..."

His back hit the corner of the bed hard. The swelling on his back was not yet healed, so the pain made him stream with cold sweat and almost fainted on the spot.

It was too late to digest the sharp pain in the back. "Pop", there was another slap to his face.

It was Lyra who broke free from his arms and dragged his upper body which was leaning against the bed, to the floor, pressing her knees hard against his chest and clutching his collar by her hands.

When looking at him, her eyes were tinged with monstrous hatred for the first time.

"Melvin! You are despicable and shameless! Those words you said at night are really an act! You thought that by drugging me, I won't be able to control myself and let your nasty thoughts have their way? You're dreaming!"

"Lyra, calm down, this thing ..."

"Snap!"

Another slap to his face. This time, it was with all the strength Lyra had.

Her lust and anger intertwined, being about to burn her sanity.

Melvin was hit again and again, leading to a tinnitus in the ears and temporary dizziness in the brain. And the sharp pain from his back that was caused by hitting the corner of the bed had not yet eased.

He was in so much pain that his features tightened and he was just trying to take a breather when Lyra's hand that was clutched his collar was trembling. The murderous intention rose from her eyes

"Melvin, I want you to live like hell!"

Lyra let go of him, bracing herself to press the alarm beside the bed. Suddenly the desire in her heart came up again, and she was so uncomfortable that she cowered uncontrollably on the floor, shivering. There was a very bad voice in her heart clamoring to hunt this man down to satisfy her lust!

But she can't! Absolutely not!

She pressed her whole body against the floor, trying to awaken her consciousness with the coldness of the floor.