The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 267

Chad paused and did not continue for he saw Malcolm's brows furrowed instantly, and his dark eyes were bleak.

"I gave you a gag order about the virus in my body. Remember, don't tell her a word!"

"Yes."

Chad was worried, "But boss, even if you can hide it now, she'll have to suddenly accept the news of your death in five months. She'll be the most distressed."

"I know. Let me think about it again."

Malcolm lowered his eyes, looking dejected. His eyelashes fluttered as if to hide something.

Chad knew that he was the most torn and sad one at this moment.

It was late at night, and Chad exited the room to get some rest in another lab room.

It was quiet late at night.

The banana tree outside the window was blown by the wind, and soon it drizzled.

Malcolm tilted his head, looking at the rain beads on the window glass as if absorbed in thought. His deep and proud face became dull and pale, with complex look.

The phone rang with a message.

Malcolm unlocked it and saw that it was a message from Lyra.

[Mel, did you sleep well at border?]

[I heard the UV rays are very strong there. Will you come back with bronzed skin? Ha-ha, can I call you bronzed Mel from now on?]

Malcolm laughed by this message.

He could see how delicate Lyra's little face would be if she said that in front of him.

He wanted to hug her so much and never let go of her hand again in his life ...

On the phone screen, Lyra sent him another message.

[Are you asleep already? Is it inconvenient to return messages over there?]

[No, there's no signal, right? Then I'll leave you alone, good night!

After this message, Lyra's dialog box never popped up again.

His long and bony fingers gently stroked the phone screen with Lyra's texts.

A drop tear slid uncontrollably down from the corner of his eye, silently trickling into his short hair at the temples, disappearing without a trace.

Suddenly, there came a sharp twinge of pain at his heart.

The pain was so great that all his limbs were shaking uncontrollably.

Malcolm curled up on the bed. The beads of sweat densely covered on the tip of his nose. His hand that gripped his heart and the veins bulged.

With each breath, he winced with pain.

The heart-rending cramps continued uninterruptedly, and the pain was getting greater.

It was so painful that he couldn't control his whimper, and his trembling hand tried to press the warning device on the bedside table. Because he didn't have much strength in his body, his whole body fell off the bed.

The loud noise alerted Jimmy from next door.

Jimmy rushed to come here. As he pushed open the door, he was scared out of shit.

"Oh my god, Malcolm! I told you to pay attention to control your emotion. Be less excited and less sad. Angina can be deadly painful!"

As Jimmy was ranting, he quickly found the pills and put them in Malcolm's mouth.

It took time for the pills to take full effect, so Jimmy had to get Malcolm into bed and tuck him in.

After guarding him for a few more hours until he fell asleep from exhaustion, Jimmy was relieved.

...

Lyra also lost sleep this night.

She looked at the overhead light on the ceiling and suddenly remembered that the last time Malcolm went on a mission, he was almost shot in the heart and bled a lot.

This time he went to the border. She heard it was chaotic over there and there some savages.

However, Malcolm was not returning her messages, so she didn't know if he was hurt and if he had finished the mission...

Thinking about it, she fell asleep unconsciously.