The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 286

Her eyes were closed, silently describing the pampering to him. And her delicate face was calm and serious.

Malcolm watched in awe, and was touched inside.

After the kiss, Lyra asked, "Does it hurt?"

Malcolm was about to say "yes" when he suddenly remembered the painful price he paid for saying yes last time, so he changed his mind.

His long eyelashes trembled lightly and he dragged the end syllable, "It hurts ..."

Lyra's gaze was approving and her tone was rising, "You've learned a lesson and you know how to cry out in pain this time. It seems you didn't suffer for nothing."

After a few more kisses to his palm, Lyra got up, put the whip back in the drawer, and took out the swelling cream inside.

While applying the cream to his palm and knees, she blew the injuries as well.

"In the future, tell me if there is something in your heart. You think the medicine is bitter. If you discuss with me in advance, there will be no such a thing. What do you think?"

Malcolm nodded. His eyes were soft and content as he looked at her.

With her in the day, small fights were sweet.

He was drowning in sweetness when Lyra's next words made him feel bad!

Lyra said, "In fact, I have planned to forgive you go tonight. The reason I take you back to the room is to apply cream on your knees. But I didn't expect you to love acting so much. You didn't admit your mistakes. You asked for it."

His back stiffened and he stared at the palm of his left hand.

So Lyra was telling him that the beating was of his own making?

There had never been a moment when he was more depressed than now.

The bruises on his palm seemed to hurt even more!

He weakly snuggled into Lyra's arms, looking so sorrowful and sad, "Rara, don't go away tonight. Sleep with me, OK?"

Lyra froze for two seconds and wiped the residual ointment from her fingertips with a wet wipe, before touching his handsome face.

"No, wait until when you are better. Since you want to share a bed so much, you have to insist on taking medication and exercise to get well sooner."

"But ..."

It was almost winter, and with his body condition, he didn't know if he'll make it through the beginning of next spring.

After thinking that, he finally said nothing and watched Lyra leave the room.

...

Because Lyra had the next day off, she spent the whole day at the villa with Malcolm.

Chad didn't have a chance to offer a humble apology.

He lost sleep for two nights until the third day when Lyra went to work and he came to supervise Malcolm's noon medication as scheduled.

With uneasiness in his heart, he knocked on the door of the study.

"Enter."

The low and steady voice made it impossible to hear his boss' emotions.

Chad took a deep breath, opened the door carefully, lifted the amber beaded curtain, and took one heavy step to Malcolm.

Malcolm stopped tapping on the keyboard and looked up at him coldly.

He was flabbergasted and had a doggy and goofy smile on his face, "Boss, are you, are you ... okay the night before last?"

"I was fine. Thanks to you that Rara beat him up by 40 times!" Malcolm's handsome face was cold and arrogant. His dark eyes were hostile, and he unmercifully blamed it on Chad.

Chad breathed hard in a daze and felt his hands begin to hurt.

Before Chad had the time to start performing crying and begging for mercy, Malcolm continued, "I heard that there is a small country called Benthalam. Recently it's recruiting a large number of coal diggers. I think you are quite suitable. Why don't I transfer you there?"

"Huh?!"