The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 240

Lyra stared at the man who was pretending to be asleep and smiled evilly. She sounded a little regretful.

"I'm relieved to see you're sleeping so deeply. I've thought carefully and I think it's better to go back to Lloyd's Parlor. I'll leave it to Chad to take good care of you afterwards. See you in a couple of days."

She was about to move his head away and get up.

The man on his lap suddenly circled her waist with a strong force, regardless of his head into her arms.

"Chad is careless. Can't take care of me. Rara ..."

His voice even sounded a little aggrieved.

Lyra stifled a laugh and deliberately pushed him out, "That won't do. my luggage is at Lloyd's Parlor. I have to get back."

Malcolm rose from her arms, grabbed his cell phone, and called Chad.

"Tomorrow, go to the mall to buy something. Rara's size is S size. Foot size is 34. buy those good-looking necklace, earrings and jewelry. Fill the wardrobes with clothes."

After the command, he quickly hung up the phone.

Lyra was still in a daze when he was in her arms once again.

He was tall but he looked sickly as if he was weaker than her.

However, when she didn't notice, he snickered wickedly.

Once she lived in his villa, she can't move out again!

Lyra didn't know what he had in mind, and her thoughts were still on his words when she asked curiously, "How do you know I wear size S?"

"I've hugged you."

Well, she was thin, but anyone who was thoughtful should be able to guess.

But ...

Lyra frowned suspiciously, "And how do you know my foot size?"

Malcolm didn't know what to say.

Did he reveal something?

Lyra saw that he was silent. He was probably thinking about how to fool her again.

As long as it was quiet, it must be weird!

She stretched out her fingertips and grabbed his cheek viciously, using a little force.

"Hiss!"

Malcolm's features tightened and he turned back to his wronged expression, "Be gentle. I'm hurt ..."

How was it that every time she was able to seize every opportunity to bully him with precision?

Malcolm was quite depressed.

Lyra didn't pay attention to his tone of pretending to be aggrieved, "Tell me honestly. When was this?"

"The last time you got drunk at Peachpuff. I carried you to the hotel and took care of you all night. I just wiped your face and washed your feet. And the night you got drunk at the White Manor. Just two times!"

At that time, he saw that her feet were so small.

Round and fair, but lovely.

He then took his hand and compared it to her foot size, not realizing that Rara's feet were even smaller than his hands.

Lyra instantly blushed and her toes subconsciously tightened.

Washing her feet was something she would never have dreamed Malcolm would sneak in while she was drunk and unconscious.

How embarrassing was this!

Malcolm's brows knitted tighter and there was another cry of pain as she put a little more pressure on her hand.

"Apart from that, have you done anything nasty to my feet, Malcolm? Come on, tell me!" Lyra stared at him inquisitively, meaning something.

Malcolm was wordless.