The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 232

She helped Malcolm to the bed and tucked him in.

But he had just finished surgery, his body was weak. And after standing in the corridor for more than half an hour, his body was cold.

Lyra helped him turn the heat on and sat right next to his bed.

She poured him a cup of hot water and handed it to him, saying, "Many things were explained to me in detail during your surgery by Chad, so I don't need you to explain them again. But I have a few doubts that I need you to answer."

Malcolm nodded his head.

"Why are you Melvin? And if you are Malcolm, where is the real Melvin?"

Malcolm clutched her small hand and felt her warm palm before he began speaking, "Do you remember what I told you about that car accident 13 years ago?"

"Yes."

"The real Melvin died when he was 15 years old because he saved me. At that time, the White family was in chaos. I was young and there was no way to contend against my uncle Kacper. Melvin was sent to the National Investigation Bureau from childhood by his grandfather. His family hadn't met him."

"So grandpa let me temporarily take refuge in Melvin's name. 13 years ago when the car accident happened, the people who escorted me died. No one in Frayton knew my true identity, and I became Melvin as a matter of course to help him show filial respect for his grandpa and mother and help him revitalize Freeman Group."

"So it is." Lyra lowered her eyes, "So the box of ashes you had six months ago was also a fake? Your body was burned under Nineteen's watch. Is also fake?"

"The ashes are real of the real Melvin's. As for the body, it was Chad who found a man in the warehouse at the time who was similar in stature to me. Because of the fire, he had been burned beyond recognition, so Nineteen must not have noticed."

His voice was low and soft, and his eyes glowed with a shimmer as he looked at Lyra.

"Rara, I didn't mean to lie to you. After I was back to Suham to wield the power ... I really can't go Frayton. When I knew you made you identity public, you didn't even know how happy I was."

Lyra didn't say anything, staring at him quietly.

By her such expressionless stare, Malcolm was a little nervous, "I pretend not to recognize you at that night of your welcoming party. I also cheated you. I was wrong. If you're still angry, you can continue to punish me. I receive all, OK?"

"No."

Malcolm didn't expect her to refuse so decisively, and his heart went cold.

His long and curly eyelashes gently drooped, concealing his sadness.

When he wasn't looking at her, Lyra leaned down and kissed him lightly on his eyes, forehead, face, and finally on his cold and thin lips, each kiss with great patience and doting.

"Silly man, I'm not angry anymore."

"Really?"

Malcolm's dark eyes regained their light, "So you're not breaking off the engagement? Do you forgive me?"

"Guess what?"

Lyra kissed him on the lips again, proving her attitude to him by her action.

The two forgot to close their eyes, feeling each other's breathing which became more and more sharply.

As she kissed, Malcolm avoided it, refusing to let her kiss him any further.

"What's wrong? Don't like it?"

Lyra did not get up and remained at a close distance from him.

"No ..."

Malcolm's breathing was gradually disturbed. His ears were slightly red, and his dark eyes were shifting uncomfortably to the side.

Lyra looked at him and had guessed what was going on, "Do you want it?"

His ears were red and his lashes trembled nervously. He hesitated for a while before gathering the courage to ask, "Can I ..."

Lyra unbuttoned the two buttons on the collar of his gown. His chest's wound was still thickly bandaged, as well as the two wounds he received on his arm last night.

Besides, he just had surgery. His body was still weak. How could they have sex right now?

"You're not very well, are you?"

With these factors in mind, Lyra barely gave it a second thought and said those words.

By the time she reacted, she had already said them.

Malcolm was instantly energized by the man's desire to win, "Who says no! Want to try?"

His face, though being pale, was still handsome enough.

Because of Lyra's words, his dark eyes flared up.

He was going to force himself to get up and physically prove himself!

Lyra snickered and pushed him back gently, stopping him from getting up.

Her red lips were slowly close to his reddened ears. Her enchanting voice was very seductive: "Mel, I mean, let me do it tonight. I'm on the top ..."