The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 239

"Don't ..."

Malcolm burrowed into her neck. His voice was weak and feeble, pouting, "I still like to hear you call me Mel."

Lyra cupped his face and kissed his thin and bloodied lips without disdain, "Okay, from now on, you're the only one I'll call Mel."

Malcolm's miserable pale lips were gently curled in contentment.

Lyra carefully adjusted into a position to support him, "Is this okay to walk?"

"Yes."

The two walked slowly in the direction of the car in an assisted position.

Chad watched the backs of the two and froze in place.

He felt like he was just redundant!

They went back to the White Manor.

As soon as Malcolm lay down on the bed, Lyra started to took his clothes off.

"Just be reserved. Let Chad do this."

Lyra glared at him, "What? Afraid that if I look at your body, I'll want to eat you? Don't worry about it. You're so badly hurt. I'm not such a beast yet."

"Oh, then it seems my charm is not enough."

He sounded a little disappointed.

Lyra pursed her lips to stifle a smile and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips as a reward.

Malcolm couldn't get enough.

That was it?

Lyra received his accusing look, smiled sweetly, and was extra serious in her pupils that were as dazzling as stars.

"Mel, you're hurt. I'll feel guilty and feel like I'm trashing you, so absolutely not. You're not allowed to try to seduce me again!"

When she said the last sentence, her eyebrows furrowed in accusation against him.

Chad just stood in the corner of the bed, quietly watching the two.

He tut-tutted.

Trash, seduce.

Hahahaha, those words were wonderful!

His boss' sickly look was quite compatible with those words!

No sooner had he returned from his state of admiration than the two at the head of the bed looked at him coldly almost simultaneously.

In unison, they said, "Get out!"

Chad froze, had a naive smile, and awkwardly scratched the back of his head, "I thought my boss needs me on the medicine. Since Miss Lyra is here, it seems I have nothing to do here. You guys continue!"

He put the medicine and medical kit he brought back from the lab on the bedside table, exited the bedroom, and thoughtfully closed the door for them.

When he left, Lyra began to undress Malcolm.

Not surprisingly, the wound split open, and blood soaked his shirt, even through the layers of bandages.

"You really lied to me again. You call it not badly hurt?"

Malcolm coaxed, "I have a lot of blood. I can't die. Don't worry."

"You're a big idiot! Collin loves me, even if I do go home with him, with my dad and Kathleen protecting me, he'll just give me a couple of token smacks at most, but it's different if he hits you. Why do you have to stop it?"

Malcolm rubbed her ear where Collin had twisted it. It wasn't red anymore but he was still distressed, "Just think of it as me being impulsive. It won't happen next time."

He didn't know when he became more and more overwhelmed with his feelings for Rara.

This was the woman he wanted to hold in his heart and spoil for life.

He himself could not hurt a finger of her, others, including her brother, were absolutely not allowed to touch her!

Lyra also knew he wasn't listening and sighed, shifting her gaze to get the medicine Chad had left behind.

She had no experience in applying medication and changing bandages, so Malcolm had to teach her as a master while doing it himself.