The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 217

Lyra thought this was a very pertinent statement.

In the White family where the traditional thinking dominated, Malcolm was now in charge. Naturally they believed in these divination things.

With a sincere face, she waited quietly for Malcolm to answer.

Malcolm, behind the back of the chair, wiped the spilled coffee stains from his thin lips, and his whole body regained its noble and distinguished aura.

"Miss Lloyd, in fact, the witch told me my fortune too. She said that I have a strong body and I am tough. And I'll conquer those women who hurt their future husbands. You and I are really a perfect match."

Lyra was speechless for a moment. She was smiling, but in reality, her heart was already rising with anger.

She gritted her teeth and her voice was delicate, "That's quite a coincidence!"

Malcolm lowered his head, but put down the cup of coffee, but did not dare to drink again.

Lyra did not want to leave without accomplishing anything, and continued to make more and more nonsense.

"In fact, there is a matter my father must have lied to you. When my ex-husband and I had sex, I was so careless that I fainted and went to the hospital. The doctor said my body is too weak and I am infertile. My ex-husband minded this and divorced with me."

Malcolm, who had his back to her, quietly took a deep breath.

He was glad that he did not continue to drink coffee and did not have a heart attack, otherwise he would die from myocardial infarction on the spot.

Lyra kept saying in a pitiful way.

"You're the White family's ruler. You must want to have a child to inherit your property. In this matter, I really can not contribute to the White family, so we'd better break this engagement off, otherwise it'll be a disaster of the White family. And I'll have a guilty conscience."

She complained about her fate and infertility, and was worried about their future sex life.

He should have an opinion after all, right?

Malcolm kept silent for a while before continuing to answer in a hoarse voice: "I don't like children. If you're infertile, it's fine with me. Usually I am busy with work. If you don't like to have sex, we don't ... "

Lyra was speechless.

Can he even tolerate this?

It was not like the White family's bride had to be Lyra, so what was the point of doing this to her?

She gritted her teeth and asked in as smooth a tone as possible, "It looks like you're in favor of the engagement, so it's made privately by the old Mr. White, or you? Do you like me?"

Malcolm : "My grandpa made the call. I have no problem with that."

He was so obedient to his elders?

If his grandfather told him to eat shit, would he do so?

Lyra was full of anger.

She had tolerated again and again and cannot bear for any time!

She was sick of Malcolm.

The first impression of him was already too bad.

She didn't bother with any more nonsense, got up and smoothed the folds on the back of her skirt and asserted herself.

"I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. I actually have someone I like. I'm very dissatisfied with this marriage contract. I believe you do not want to marry a woman who has feelings for another man. Anyway, I have to withdraw this sooner or later. If you can tell it to your grandpa to fulfill my goal, I owe you a personal favor. And we can still be friends in the future."

"That's all I have to say. I'll leave now." She cast a condescending glance at the man behind the chair, turned around and left without looking back.

Malcolm never turned around.

Lyra's words "have someone I like" stabbed him in the heart.

His long and curly eyelashes drooped slightly. His eyes gradually turned dulled and his handsome face was discolored.

...

Lyra made her way downstairs and out of the courtyard of Malcolm's villa without.

Just as she walked to the door, she suddenly glanced at an extremely fast figure who dodged past the side and hurriedly went to the back door.

This seemed to be ...

Chad?

But how could Chad not say hello when he saw her and sneaked away from the side?