The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 234

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. It's my first time to pass on a message. Please don't take it personally."

Tom originally relied on the fact that he was Travis's man and didn't put the two in his sights.

Who knew that Malcolm did not say anything. And Lyra directly berated him who was dumbfounded by the fierce and looked at Malcolm's back in a much more respectful way.

Lyra was defending for him, and Malcolm was so happy that he just played nice, "I'll be back in two hours from the drip."

"Okay." Tom added before he left, "Miss Lloyd is your fiancée, so if it's convenient, you can come back to the hall together too."

"Hmm."

Malcolm answered softly, and when the door closed again, he was about to put his head in Lyra's arms again when his cheek was grabbed by Lyra's fingers.

"Hiss! Rara don't ..."

He could bear the pain and his features were distorted, not hiding.

Lyra felt helpless and her hand unconsciously loosened, "OK, Malcolm, you're mean enough. Let me play tough and you play good?"

"No, you're the one who's protecting me, and I'm happy."

Lyra then let go and her thumb gently rubbed his slightly pinched red face for him.

Malcolm was content to enjoy her affection.

Thinking about Travis, he turned a serious face in a second, "Rara, I'll take you back to Lloyd's Parlor first later. You don't have to go over to the hall."

"Why?"

Lyra's tone was light, "I'm your fiancée. It's known all over. I did it last night. There's no reason I couldn't have been there. Although your family couldn't do anything to me, I just want to see the fun."

Malcolm hooked the tip of her nose with his finger, "Okay, since you want to go, let's go together."

After the drip, Lyra helped him change into a shirt, then a suit.

The hickey marks all over his body were too conspicuous, especially on his neck, and he can't even cover them up, like he was bullied.

Lyra regretted it a little.

She should have known she should have been more restrained and more gentle!

She found a scarf to put on Malcolm.

Malcolm was incredulous, "Rara, it's almost summer and you're wrapping me in a wool scarf?"

"You just undergo the surgery. You should have recuperated for a few days. Because of Travis, you have to go back and to put on the scarf. Don't catch a cold."

Okay.

Malcolm gave in and allowed her to put on the scarf. Then she helped him put on leather gloves and wrap him up tightly.

Their fingers were interlocked and they went to the White Manor together.

At the hall, everyone was seated properly. Ryan, Albert and Sylvia were all present, except for Malcolm's aunt Alice White and Travis.

Because Malcolm hadn't arrived yet, no one in the room spoke.

The wall was hang on with the photos of deceased elders of the White family.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

The old Mr. White was in the main seat. He lowered his head, sipping tea without saying a word.

Malcolm and Lyra walked in hand in hand as if no one was there.

As soon as they entered, all the people, except the old Mr. White, stood up and respectfully said, "Malcolm."

Malcolm nodded and the rest of the people sat down.

"Grandpa."

"Rudolph."

The two walked up to the old Mr. White and spoke in unison.

Lyra's voice was sweet and soothing to the old Mr. White's ears.

Especially when he saw that the two of them came in holding hands, the old Mr. White couldn't help but give his grandson an extra look.

Good boy! Only the day before yesterday, she made a fuss about withdrawing from the marriage, and today he was done with the person.

He deserved to his most prized grandson!