The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 224

Malcolm held his breath and turned his eyes back gently.

Lyra was sitting on a sofa by the window, with her back to him, sipping wine.

He clenched his palms so tightly that they were sweating. He was thinking. Could she possibly be drunk again?

Will she be as gentle with him again as it was the other night?

"I don't think I know Mr. Malcolm, but you have actually tried to get engaged to me. About this, don't you think you should give me an explanation?"

Malcolm was twisting the door's handle and felt desperate.

Because Lyra spoke clearly and smoothly and her breath was steady, it was estimated she was not drunk yet!

Then wouldn't he be finished tonight?

But he hasn't figured out how to face her ...

He quickly walked towards the window and tried to jump out of it and run away.

Lyra's careless voice came, "Rudolph ordered in advance to lock the window. I heard it is still bulletproof glass. You can't break it. Just talk. Are you afraid of what?"

This time, he can't run away and can't avoid it.

Malcolm subconsciously touched his face. The ghost face mask was still on, then Lyra should not be so easy to recognize him.

He cleared his throat, "Miss Lloyd is joking. I don't know you and I only chose to get engaged to you because I had my fortune told and thought it was a good fit."

Lyra put down her red wine glass and looked back at him while saying, "I told you last time that I had someone I like ..."

She stuttered abruptly.

The man standing by the window was dressed in a suit, which was reserved and awe-inspiring.

Simply by standing in place, the familiarity that ran deep into her mind came over her.

Her expression gradually froze, and she sized up the man by the window from top to bottom, carefully.

Malcolm noticed the change in her face and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.

"Mr. Malcolm, you look like a person?"

Lyra got up. Her brows furrowed, and she slowly walked towards Malcolm.

"You should be mistaken. We didn't meet before."

His eyes were cold and his voice was low and husky.

Lyra's eyes gradually reddened as she looked into his unmistakably familiar dark eyes.

She suddenly reached out, grabbed him by the collar of his suit and pressed him hard against the window glass.

"What are you pretending, Melvin? You think I can't recognize you just because you wear a mask? Your eyes, your every little movement, you can fool others, but not me!"

Malcolm was numb.

Would he confess?

Would Lyra think he was lying to her all along?

She hated deception. She did not like him originally and will be more disgusted with him later. And she will be more reluctant to forgive him ...

"You didn't die. Why didn't you come to me? Why did you become Malcolm? Melvin, give me a reasonable explanation!"

Lyra clutched his collar, trembling with tightness. There was shock, confusion and anger in her eyes.

"Miss Lloyd, I ..."

"What did you call me!?"

Lyra's other hand raised. Her elbow bent and swung hard across, hitting him unmercifully in the abdomen.

"Hiss ..."

Malcolm's features twisted together under his ghostly face mask in pain, and he bent his spine uncontrollably, only to have Lyra grab him by the collar and press him back against the window glass.

He was not unable to fight back because he was afraid he would hurt Lyra.

But Lyra didn't think so.

She used her full strength in every strike.

She stared at him with violent rage, and her sanity almost disappeared.

All she could think about was that Melvin wasn't dead. He was alive!

But why didn't he come to her?

And why did he disown her?

"You don't admit it, do you? Fine! I'll do it myself!"

She reached out and went to remove his mask.

Malcolm covered it tightly, "Miss Lloyd, isn't it a good idea for you to put your hands on me tonight. When we're officially meeting for the first time?"

"You're my fiance. What's wrong with me touching you? Why are you afraid to let me see your face? If you're really just Malcolm , not Melvin, what are you nervous about!?"

"I ..."