The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 221

Malcolm was kicked so hard in the side of his back by her foot that he cramped up in pain.

He covered the side of his waist. Before he could endure the sharp pain in his back, Lyra moved quickly, took a decorative vase on the bedside table, and tried to smash it on his head.

Malcolm hastily clutched his head and arched his back.

He did not fight back, did not dodge and let her beat him.

The vase Lyra was holding hit him on the back three times in a row.

Because she was dizzy, the force of her hands was not great.

But the hard vase smashed into the backbone and it still hurt.

Malcolm was going to have a psychological disorder.

He was depressed thinking that in the future, he would never put anything on his bedside table that could be used as a murder weapon!

After a few smashes, as if she was not relieved, Lyra knocked the vase onto the corner of the table. And the vase was shattered with pieces. Then she picked a sharp shred and swung it viciously at him.

"Lyra!"

Malcolm had to duck for fear that the sharp shred in her hands would hurt herself.

Because of the hesitation, he did not dodge in time and was cut by the shred in the right clavicle. The skin was stained with a shallow bloody slash, and the white shirt collar quickly was soaked with blood.

Lyra originally intended to cut his neck but failed.

Malcolm took advantage of her movement and quickly grabbed her wrist, throwing the murder weapon she was holding.

Lyra stared at his mask with indignation, "Malcolm! You're wearing this stupid thing to scare me, aren't you? I'd like to see how ugly your face is under this mask!"

"Don't, I ..."

He had no time to explain, and Lyra knocked his head directly with her forehead.

Taking advantage of his loosened grip, Lyra's wrists were free and she took his mask off with one hand.

Malcolm was so confused. He didn't think she could be so fierce even though she was drunk!

The mask was taken off, and he turned his back on her with a guilty conscience, as if his heart was beating so fast that it was running out of his throat.

However, after he had waited for one second, two seconds ...

The woman behind her, who had been screaming so much, suddenly stopped talking and the room was quiet.

He cautiously turned back and glanced at her.

But he found Lyra had fallen on the bed and slept unconsciously. There was a large and red mark on her forehead. Apparently it was caused by just hitting his head with her forehead and then she knocked herself out.

He was so relieved but his heart was still fluttering with fear.

A stabbing pain came from his collarbone, and he pressed it with his hand. The bright and red blood was sticking to his fingers, signaling what had just happened.

Malcolm was red-eyed and sore from all the punches she had taken.

He felt so wronged!

He took care of her because she was drunk. And he didn't think she could hit him so hard even when she was drunk!

The desperation that had built up all day from the morning when he learned she had a crush on someone, to the time when he learned it was Garrett she liked, and finally when she beat him violently, was finally overwhelming.

The tip of his nose was hard to resist the sourness. Eventually, his eyelashes were stained with tears.

Just as he was staring at the blood on his finger and grieving, Lyra on the bed squinted her eyes and watched him quietly for a long time.

Malcolm was aware of her gaze.

Turning his head, he looked at Lyra.

What was the expression in her eyes?

Did she recognize him?

Malcolm swallowed nervously. His mind was whirling, thinking of reasons to muddle through.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Lyra sat up and came close to him. Cupping his face with both hands, she was smiling happily.

"I'm dreaming again. It's true that I can only see you in my dreams. Although this time his face seems a little different, it's still so handsome..."

Her burp sprayed Malcolm's face with a strong scent of alcohol.

His mind went blank and he looked at her in confusion.

"I don't care. It's my dream. It's up to me!"

She continued to approach him with a smirk and an impish look on her face.

While he was still confused, her small mouth gave him a soft kiss to his cold and thin lips.

Malcolm's dark eyes were shocked. The soft feeling on his lips hadn't disappeared, and he was stunned in place like an electric shock.

Did she just ... take the initiative to kiss him?!