The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 285

She patted his back, carefully soothing him.

It took a few minutes of coaxing before she said, "Is it still painful?"

Malcolm nodded with a feeble look on his face, but pretending to be strong.

"It's okay to have you around."

Lyra secretly admired his pretentious appearance, helped him to lie down, put up the pillow and tucked him in.

"It just delayed for more than half of an hour. You haven't taken your evening medicine. Wait for me for a while. I'll go get it for you."

"Okay."

Within two minutes, Lyra placed a glass of warm water and pills on the bedside table, and she closed the door before sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

Malcolm looked at the pile of pills and his dark eyes flashed bitterly, "Will I still have your feeding service tonight?"

Lyra looked flat, handed him the glass of water and asked, "What do you think of your performance tonight? Worthy of a reward?"

He instantly lowered his eyes in gloom, knowing himself to be at a disadvantage.

Tonight he was lucky not to get beaten, so he dared not to ask for a reward.

After hiding the unwillingness in his eyes, he took the glass of water handed by Lyra and had the dozens of pills. Because he drank the water too quickly, he was choked and coughed.

Lyra hurriedly helped him rub his back and smooth his breath, whispering to rebuke: "Silly, you can have two or three pills at a time. You have them all at once. No wonder you feel your mouth bitter."

She took out a packet of milk candy from her pocket, which she had bought for him specially today.

After tearing open the package, she took one out and put the rest on the bedside table.

The fair fingers gently twisted the candy paper and stuffed the candy into Malcolm's mouth, "Don't ever harm your body like that again. If you feel the medicine is bitter, just take a candy. You want to use cigarettes to relieve yourself. It's not practical and it hurts your body. Don't think like that again. You hear me?"

"Yes."

Malcolm's voice was a little slurred as he tasted the candy in his mouth.

He savored the taste of the candy. It was very light, sweet and creamy, yet not cloyingly sweet.

Especially, this milk candy that Lyra bought personally. It was put into his mouth by Lyra personally and his whole heart felt sweet.

While eating his candy, he opened his arms towards Lyra for a hug.

His previous cold and stern eyes looked bright now. In front of Lyra, they were not aggressive at all. Because of the candy in his mouth, his cheeks were bulging. Unexpectedly, he looked a little soft and cute.

Lyra shook her head with laughter and flicked his forehead, "You are five years older than me. When you're eating the milk candy, you look like a three-year-old kid. Is this candy so delicious?"

Malcolm nodded his head.

"Then I'll try it too."

She turned to get one of the candies on the nightstand when Malcolm took her arm and pulled it toward him. And his thin lips pressed hers.

Tongues intertwined.

The sweet, creamy scent tumbled between the two's breaths.

Malcolm: "Is it good?"

Lyra smiled in a sensual way, "Not bad."

Her fingertips brushed Malcolm's face again and her smile grew a little evil as she teased, "Now that you have taken the medicine and tasted the candy. Shouldn't we deal with the next thing?"

Malcolm frowned, sensing that something unpleasant in her expression.

Lyra was not going to give him a chance to react. She got up, moved quickly to pull open the first drawer of the bedside table and took out the whip inside.

The corners of her mouth raised and she had a teasing smile. Her aura was dominant, and her right hand was holding the whip.

Malcolm stared in shock at the whip in her hand and instantly went pale. And the candy in his mouth suddenly became not so sweet.

He went round and round. He struggled to go around in several circles, but he still had to be beaten?

One second before, he felt like he was in heaven, and the next second it was a hellish nightmare!

"Rara ..."

He clutched his palm and felt fairly collapsed, "I am wrong ..."