The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 283

In the bedroom.

Malcolm waited for a long time, but never saw Lyra come upstairs with the pill box.

"Rara?"

The lights were on downstairs, but no one answered.

He was full of suspicion. He went out of bed, put on slippers and went downstairs to check.

As he just went downstairs, he turned his head and saw Lyra standing in front of the drawer, holding a pack of cigarettes in her hand and examining it carefully.

The drawer in the corner was open and full of cigarettes.

His heart throbbed.

In a flash, his handsome face went wan a little bit.

Chad told him the location of the drawer just this afternoon before leaving, but he was busy in the remote meeting and did not have time to personally open the ...

Damn, Rara never rummaged the drawer. He was so unlucky today and happened to be caught?

And, Chad actually bought so many!!!

His back stiffened and he was incomparably manic inside.

Lyra saw his reaction, took a pack of cigarettes, turned around, walked to the couch and sat down. Her face was expressionless and she looked cold.

"Explain?"

Malcolm was still standing at the stairway. He was not moving but denying without blushing, "This is not mine. I never smoke this brand of cigarettes. It should be Chad."

Lyra was amused by what he said, gazed into his eyes, and smiled.

"You mean Chad keeps his cigarettes in your villa, your living room, your drawers? What is his purpose? To lure you into smoking together with him?"

Malcolm fell silent, his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, his long eyelashes twitched and his mind was whirling.

"What are you thinking?"

Lyra stared at him intently. The raging storm was hidden in her eyes and her tone gradually went colder, "Thinking of how to justify yourself and muddle me through?"

Snap!

She pressed the cigarette pack in her hand on the table as her rage grew.

Malcolm, with this sudden and loud sound, subconsciously knelt down.

He lowered his eyes. Adhering to the principles of "severe punishment to resister; to tell the truth and to receive a lighter sentence", his black eyes looked resigned and honest.

"I was wrong! Listen to my explanation!"

Lyra's cold eyes lifted slightly.

Just as he knelt, a muffled thud came from his knees. Lyra heard it. And under his knees was the cold marble tiles.

Her heart shrank with pain and she looked again at the cigarette pack on the table before resisting the urge to help him and massage his knees.

Pointing to the fluffy carpet at her feet, she said, "Come here."

As he knelt just now, Malcolm's knees were already painful.

As he got up, he stumbled and his brows furrowed lightly.

He quickly hid the pain before slowly walking towards Lyra.

Lyra was watching him and noticed his expression.

Just as Malcolm was about to kneel down, Lyra spoke, "Military gesture, squat."

Hmm? Squat?

Malcolm froze for two seconds, not moving.

Lyra looked at him and said coldly, "Didn't you hear me? Do I need to repeat myself?"

"I hear you."

He immediately assumed the most standard military gesture, squatting with one knee on the ground. His fingers were close together and his back was straight.

In this gesture, it looked like he was righteous and proud.

Because he had been caught doing something bad, he appeared to be less confident and overwhelmed by Lyra's strong aura.