The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 251

She caught his fingertips to prevent him from subconscious retracting in pain. Her right hand raised high and she stroked three times.

This time, she did not hold back, with her own jujitsu base, and made a full swing down.

Malcolm hissed and gasped. His jawline tensed up and his arms trembled uncontrollably.

The broad palm quickly swollen and filled with blood, with purplish-red marks that were clearly visible.

Every stroke was superimposed on the same place in the palm. Malcolm hated this kind of pain.

Because of the fragility of the palm, it was severely painful.

He failed to discipline her, but was hit by Lyra. He felt depressed.

Never should have listened to that idiot Chad's stupid idea!

What a bullshit whip, but it gave Lyra a handy thing to use, and a legitimate reason to beat him up!

Lyra saw his miserable expression and opened her mouth with the same question.

"Does it hurt?"

Malcolm understood, "Ouch ..."

Lyra looked at the bruise on his palm, which was swollen.

She put down the whip. The hand that originally caught his fingertips turned into a thumb to gently help him rub the pain.

"If you know it will hurt, and if it hits me, I'll probably feel more painful than you do. Then why do you still want to bully me with such a thing?"

Malcolm was aggrieved, "I did not. I just scare you. How could I really want to hit you with this?"

But Lyra was willing to hit him with this.

Not only did she really hit, but she hit extremely hard!

After beating and massaging, this kind of behavior made him angry but there was no way to vent out.

He became even more aggravated and his eyes were slightly red.

Lyra's face was serious, "That won't work either! I can let you scare me? What if my heart is weak and you barge in and yell at me so suddenly and viciously that I faint? Besides, you are be supposed to care for me."

Malcolm did not speak, but she continued, "If men are capable, they should fix those bad people outside, not their women. Such a man is the most useless. Mel is trying to be such a man?"

Malcolm was completely brainwashed by her reasoning, forgetting that he had never even thought about actually hitting her.

Lyra's eyes glowed with a cold light, "Are you wrong?"

"Wrong."

"So should you be beaten tonight?"

"Yes."

Lyra re-caught his fingertips, picked up the whip next to him, and slammed it twice more in quick succession, with undiminished force.

Malcolm pursed his thin lips and watched as the vicious whip smashed his palm and swelled quickly, staining it with deeper purple-red ribs.

"These were to punish you call me by my full name for two times. Do you acknowledge it?"

"Yes."

Seeing that he was sincere, Lyra put down the whip, "Wait, don't get up." Then she got up and went to the living room and quickly returned with a medicine chest of ointment to reduce swelling.

The ointment stung a little as it was applied to the swollen wound on the palm of his hand.

Malcolm hissed softly, "Blow a ..."

Lyra wrinkled her eyebrows. Her face was fierce, "You asked for the fight yourself."

Although she said so, she still carefully blow cool air to help him ease the pain.

While she helped him apply the medicine, she still felt a little strange, "Why are you suddenly so bold tonight? Who said something to you?"