The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 274

Sensing her threatening, Malcolm got his hands free and immediately guarded against her leaning in closer.

But Lyra already knew about his physical recession, and did not pay any attention to the defiant man.

Now he, for her, was a delicate and sickly child. However, he was mean and always liked to say some beatable words.

She once again clutched his restless wrists with precision. Her tongue gently licked her lips with an evil smile.

Her tone was deliberately upward. She was never bored with molesting him.

"Oh, Mr. Malcolm is weak and can't break free, so he'll just be bullied by me. What should he do? Shouldn't he correct his attitude?"

Malcolm was depressed. As a man, his desire to win in terms of physical strength drove him to not admit defeat.

But again, reality left him with no choice but to bow down to the "vicious power".

Under the internal struggle, he looked like he would rather die than give in. He coldly snorted and turned his face to the side.

He can't win so he still can't do anything with her.

He felt suffocated, but he could only sulk.

Lyra, seeing that he was still unconvinced, pinched his jaw and forced him to look at her.

"It seems the punishment just now is not enough. Mel, do you want to see some blood?"

After finishing her words, Lyra targeted his lips and leaned down quickly again, as if to bite his already swollen lips.

"Don't ..."

Lyra's teeth had bitten into the soft flesh of his thin lips, but when she heard his whimper, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Finally, it turned into a gentle help to kiss away the pain on his lips.

Their breathing intertwined.

Lips and teeth were interdependent.

The long kiss ended with Lyra adjusting her rapid breathing. She cupped his face again and looked at him seriously.

"Malcolm, listen up! I'm going to say this once!"

"I'm not a casual woman. If it's just because of guilt, there are many ways I can make up for you, no need to lose my whole heart and my whole life!"

"Also, I'm not pitying you. I really feel for you. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I want to stay with you all the time. Share your pain, and stand by your side."

"I will find a way to heal you! I won't stand by and watch you die. And I'm not as fragile as you think. I won't break down easily!"

"This time, please believe me! Our future is definitely more than five months. We'll go on for a long, long time. We'll have a very bright future! It's a future that I create for you!"

Lyra recounted it that she had never been more serious than now for a moment.

Malcolm looked at her eyes and his whole heart was shaken beyond words.

Especially "it's a future that I create for you!", it let him began to greedily fantasize and long the future.

In the future, it will be the days of having her company, love and favor.

Lyra seemed to be his medicine, redeeming him from all his humility, depression and pain.

His eyes gradually became moisturized. The outer corners of his eyes were read and his long eyelashes were wet with tears.

"Rara ..." He had her, and that was his blessing in his last life.

He wrapped his arms around Lyra's waist and buried his head in her arms, feeling the warmth of her body.

Lyra patted him on the back with one hand and smoothed her his short hair with the other hand carefully.

The afterglow of the sunset shone through the window, lightly scattering on the tightly embraced figures and gilding them with a layer of warm golden light.

It was peaceful.

The brief harmony ended with a very shallow groan from Malcolm.

Lyra was careful enough to hear it, and she noticed that the muscles in his back were tense and the arms circling her were trembling gently.

His state was not right!

"What's wrong?"

She immediately loosened Malcolm's hand and took his temperature.

There was no fever, but his face was suddenly pale, without a trace of blood. And his long eyelashes that were wet with tears were trembling uncontrollably.