The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 259

Half an hour?

She ignored him yesterday and he ended up on his knees for almost an hour!

However, this was something Malcolm will not tell her.

He just shook his head with an honest look on his face, "You put the medicine on my hand yourself. I thought you were the one who forbade me to put the medicine on my knees."

He was afraid his sad-fishing went too far and Lyra would notice, "It was too late after sex so I forgot."

Lyra didn't even notice what was in his mind, because Ethel's words kept lingering in her ears.

It made her feel complicated.

"Does your hand still hurt? Show it to me."

Malcolm spread his left hand out and handed it to her.

Despite last night's medication, his palm was still swollen and purple-red.

"It hurt that badly last night?"

"No, it's because when we had sex, my hands were propped up, my palms were pressed and the blood was not circulating. That's why my palm was so swollen. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Now it didn't hurt anymore, so she can know that it was really painful last night.

How did she do this then ...

She felt extremely suffocated.

There was a sense of frustration that she had never felt before, making her eyes unconsciously red.

"I'm sorry. She's right. I wasn't good to you at all. I said it's my turn to soil you, but all I brought to you was hurt."

Malcolm didn't know who the "she" in her words was, but was acutely aware of the slight sob in her voice.

He lifted her downcast chin with his right hand and saw her teary eyes.

Originally, he just wanted to escape from being beaten up, not to make her cry.

Seeing her being self-condemned and sad, he felt very guilty and stroked her little face with pity.

"Little fool, a few punches from you is considered hurtful? You underestimate your man. And, you beat me up, which is perfectly justified. It's called fun!"

Lyra turned away, not feeling comforted, "You just want to make me happy. I know it myself!"

Malcolm straightened her body, made her look into his eyes, and said to her seriously and affectionately.

"I didn't deliberately coax you. You're angry because you're jealous, which is possessive of me. In fact, I am quite happy. Even if my hands are broken by you, I think it is sweet."

"Moreover, you bring me happiness and warmth like I never have before. I am satisfied to be forgiven by you, to hold you to sleep at night, to hear you call me Mel, and to do pleasurable things with you."

"Because Rara, I love you. I really, really love you!"

"So do you ... " love me the same way?

These last words stuck in his throat.

He never asked the question.

Ethel's words were stuck in his head, and he thought about all that had happened in the meantime. She was willing to give him a chance and to be with him, but she really never said a word about loving him from the beginning to the end.

He was suddenly very afraid.

Afraid that if he asked, Lyra gave an answer that would knock his renewed hope back to the bottom this time ...

Lyra: "I what?"

Malcolm curbed the strange emotions.

"Nothing. Anyway, whether it's being held by you, kissed by you, slept with or beaten up by you, as long as that person is you, I'll be happy to do it."

Lyra's heart warmed up a bit and she went to get the swelling cream she had left in the drawer last night.

She muttered to him as she personally helped him apply the medicine, "You're the one who's stupid, a big idiot!"

Malcolm just smiled. She was focused on applying medicine for him. Her action was careful and gentle and he had been very satisfied.

"Rara, so are you not mad about what happened at the charity party?"

Lyra gently grabbed his cheek, "No next time."