The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 186

Lyra did not talk to him at all, wrapped his hands with the belt directly and tied them tightly.

Melvin subconsciously tried to break free, but all of his strength was taken to fight the pain when he was just medicated.

In the end, he allowed himself to be seized without putting up a fight.

Lyra was flexible and pinned him down on the bed with his hands raising above his head. And one of her hands held his hands firmly to the bed, and the other lifting his silk shirt roughly off.

She stood right next to the bed and pressed her right knee hard against the back of his waist to keep him from moving.

Melvin's ears reddened slightly and he asked in a low and hoarse voice, "Lyra... what are you doing?"

This posture was strange ...

And, he guessed the two sons of bitch were still hanging out of the window.

Where was his majesty!!!???

Outside the window, Chad and Brad did hang around and heard the commotion. They both quietly glanced inside.

Holy crap!

They had never expected that they would see their boss was ... pressed down on the bed obediently, and was unable to break free!

And their boss was not on the top.

It was great! It was worthy!

The two tut-tutted when Melvin's dark eyes narrowed and gave them a harsh look out the window.

Chad and Brad got frightened instantly. They had no choice but to obey his order, climbing along the pipe next to the window, and then exiting through the back door.

...

Inside the room, Lyra was carefully examining the injury on Melvin's back.

The bandages had indeed been changed and were still faintly permeated with blood.

Because she wasn't about to let him go, she gently opened the edge of the bandage, intending to see the condition of the injury.

Melvin hissed deliberately and distorted his face, "Lyra, it hurts ..."

Lyra's hands stopped moving.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she withdrew her hand, "Who wrapped the bandages for you? When I came in, I saw Eleven and the others all passed out in the garden. What happened?"

"I wrapped it around myself."

Melvin's face didn't change as he was forced down on the bed and could only continue to answer her question with his head on his side, "Eleven, they passed out? I was in my room and didn't know about it."

Lyra looked at him coldly, raising an eyebrow and smiling, "Really?"

"Hmm."

Oh.

It was really a pack of lies and not a word was true.

Lyra increased the force of her knee against the back of his waist and methodically demolished his lies.

"Melvin, before I left here, you were so sickly. And your fingers were shaking when you lifted your hands. I was out for just over ten minutes and you were glowing and changing your own medicine and bandages. Don't tell me you're coming back to life?"

Melvin pursed his thin lips, did not speak and did not move.

Lyra continued, "My bodyguards were drugged in the garden, but you were not hurt. And you are in better shape, so it should be your people, right? Do you think I would believe that this has nothing to do with you at all? Or maybe you deliberately pretended to be sick and weak before I left to trick me?"

She paused. Her eyes were cold, "In the end, whether you lie to me, or hide from me, you know it well!"

Melvin’s Adam's apple was bobbing in his throat and he fell into silence.

If he said he was hiding it from her and then told her the truth, she would feel guilty and would not give him a hard time, but with her temper, she would help him find a solution to the virus and would also terminate the employment agreement because she was apologetic.

But if he said he lied to her, and she once said that she hated deception, she would be very angry, and the gap between them will be magnified.

Whichever answers he chose, it will be bad for him.