The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 253

In the bedroom, the dim table lamp reflected a charming scene.

Lyra struggled to find her senses, caught an chance, deftly climbed over her upper body and placed her elbows against his collarbone, forbidding him to come any closer.

Her chest heaved and panted from the punishment he had just inflicted.

Malcolm received the cold light of her stare. He frowned and his eyes were red. There was crystal light in his dark eyes, being fairly aggrieved, "Rara, are you trying to suffocate me?"

It was the first time for Lyra to see his poor and helpless expression to the extreme. Her heart missed a beat.

"Rara ..."

In a few seconds, Lyra lost to his excellent acting and his pampering attack, "Turn off the lights! And no hickeys on my neck!"

Malcolm smiled triumphantly and turned off the lamp on the bedside table with a crisp sound.

The moonlight outside the window shone through the gap between the curtains, sporadically sprinkling on the bed and covering the ambiguous smell of the room.

A night of indulgence.

Early morning.

This night, Lyra slept very soundly.

She was awakened by Malcolm's kiss.

When she woke up, he was lying on his side beside her. His hand was on his head, his elbow pinned to the pillow, his sexy thin lips turned upwards and his dark eyes were staring at her.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Lyra glanced at him, rolled over and went back to sleep, "Tired and sleepy."

Malcolm wrapped his arms around her waist and moved her whole body into his arms, resting her head in the crook of his arm.

Lyra did not struggle and soon drifted off to sleep again.

Malcolm looked at her raptly, with his bony fingers sliding up and down the bridge of her nose.

Having her here made him so happy over the past few days and he would always remember this.

Even if it meant giving up his life in the future, he would die without regret!

The tip of Lyra's nose was tickled by him and her eyebrows knitted slightly, "What are you doing?"

Malcolm leaned in close to her ear and said seriously in a low voice, "Rara, why don't we make a deal?"

"A deal?" Lyra asked and was sleepy.

"Yes, I listen to you in everything in private in the future, but outside, you try to listen to me in everything, OK?"

Lyra was silent.

Men cared about their faces, let alone Malcolm, a man at the top of the pyramid, with a bunch of subordinates at his command. His authority was inviolable outside.

He wanted her to play the role of the soft and delicate petite wife at the outside, and Lyra could understand that.

"Okay."

Malcolm kissed her forehead contentedly, "So how soon are you going to get up? Do you have to deal with Melissa's top search today?"

"Yes! Top search!"

Lyra instantly sobered up and went to the bedside to look for her phone.

Last night, she forgot to charge her phone because she was messing around with Malcolm, and her phone didn't have much power during the night, so it was already off.

She charged the phone for a few minutes before turning it back on.

As soon as she turned on the phone, the missed call display was already bursting.

She scrolled down and it was mainly Kellie's, but also Eleven's.

Eleven called her for so many times. Was something wrong with Melissa?

She called Eleven.

"Miss! You finally answer the phone. The press and media are blocking the hospital. They have to interview Ms. Melissa. Twelve joins hospital security together to stop them. I don't know how long it will last!"

Lyra's face instantly turned serious, "How is Melissa's mental state now? Can she be interviewed?"

Eleven glanced into the ward, "I don't feel very stable. The reporters have always asked sharp questions. They may hurt Ms. Melissa's feeling."