The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 171

She had known him for so long. Although he had pretended to be aggrieved a few times before, it was still the first time for her to see his crying look.

Was he really sad?

She sighed helplessly and softened her tone a bit, "I said it was an act, and you were serious?"

Melvin did not speak, lowered his eyes, with a touch of fragile vulnerability.

Yes, he was serious and sank into it.

In the end, it was the reality that hurt him.

Lyra had nothing to say, and only by being awake from beginning to end will she not lose her judgment.

Acting was just acting. The fake can never become real. She had always been clearly distinguished.

Besides, did he want her to coax him?

Impossible.

Besides, she couldn't say anything comforting.

She turned her head and was about to leave, changing back to a cold tone, "Hurry up and sweep. I'm going to bed."

However, she just took a step and her wrist was clutched by Melvin from behind.

She had a tired look on her face, "Let go, I'm tired."

Melvin didn't move, and his red eyes looked at her with unmistakable resignation.

"Lyra...can you love me once in a while, also care about me a little ... my heart hurt for a long time."

His voice trembled slightly, with a hint of supplication in his low voice. The knot in his throat rolled lightly, and the hand clutching her wrist was very hard.

Lyra's back stiffened and she stood motionless.

Did it hurt?

The answer was, it will.

But she felt odd when the words came out of Melvin's mouth.

"Ridiculous, who is not heart broken. When the disappointment accumulated more, I choose to let go. I once also felt the pain before. Since you feel the pain, you should let go earlier. What I said to Anthony today is also for you."

After she finished her words, she forcibly broke Melvin's hand and went into the villa without looking back.

But she didn't close the door this time, and Melvin watched her back as she went up to the third floor and finally disappeared around the corner.

She was right. Once she was sincere, she would be hurt by him.

Now all this was just him walking through the pain she once suffered.

He deserved it.

Melvin didn't delay any longer and went to the back garden to get a broom and sweep the leaves from the garden seriously.

The late autumn night was cold and biting.

He only wore a thin white shirt. His face was cold and pale. Despite holding a wooden broom to do a very common thing, his whole person was still reserved and awe-inspiring.

In the third floor room, Lyra left the lights on.

She stood quietly watching from behind the window. Her cold eyes was wondering what he was thinking.

After about a few minutes of watching, she indifferently withdrew her gaze and went back to sleep.

Melvin swept the yard until 2 a.m.

Because he only wore a shirt and withstood the cold wind for a few hours, he got a cold the next day as a matter of fact.

As soon as Lyra woke up, she heard coughing from downstairs.

After washing and putting on her makeup, she came downstairs and saw the tall figure busy in and out of the kitchen and the breakfast was on the table.

Because he knew it was time for Lyra to get up, Melvin took his fist on his thin lips every time he coughed.

Lyra stood in the stairs and watched for a while, taking in his actions. Her red lips pursed gently, saying nothing and walking down the stairs.