The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 305

Lyra's heart ached.

So that was what he thought all along.

Feeling like a burden and holding the mindset that he would die, he stayed with her in guiltily.

She sighed softly and reached out to touch him.

"Mel, listen to me ..."

Malcolm shook off her hand and turned his back on her, huffing softly, even as his shoulders were shaking.

Enduring, he made a great determination, "I know he was your first love. There was a thing between you. If you ... still like him and insist on choosing him, I'll help you!"

He headed upstairs without looking back.

Lyra was dumbfounded and fired up to hear it.

She froze for a couple of seconds before going after him, "Malcolm! Are you full of nonsense in your head?"

Malcolm walked faster and faster, went up to the third floor like a gust of wind, slammed the door heavily and locked.

Lyra ran up just as he was closing the door, and almost didn't stop herself, making her head hit on the door.

She looked at the closed door with her anger drifting up.

"Malcolm, you got some nerve? How dare you close the door? Why throw a tantrum? Listen to my explanation! Open the door!"

After standing at the door for two minutes, there was no movement in the room, nor was there any intention to open the door.

It was late at night, and Lyra had a long day, barely taking a break. She was tired.

Who knew that she would have to come back with Malcolm's cold-shoulder treatment, and her patience was wearing thin under the heartbreak.

"Since you don't want to hear an explanation, let it be. I'll water after you've calmed down."

A long silence was what she got for her response.

She said nothing more, turned around and went back to the next room.

Malcolm, who was behind the door, slid down against the door and sat on the floor, bending his arms around his knees until the sound of the door closing came from the next room.

He did not turn on the lights and his whole body was shrouded in darkness.

Because he had been taking angina suppressants for a long time, he did not have an attack this time.

But he felt that there was no part of his limbs that did not hurt.

The surrounding was quiet, cold and clear, which made people perturbed.

He pressed himself against the door and listened carefully to the movement outside.

There seemed to be no sound next door. Was Lyra asleep so soon?

He was thinking about it when the room's light was turned on suddenly.

The sudden glare of light irritated him so much that he could not open his eyes.

In the few seconds he wavered, his wrists had been bound by a leather strap and tied tightly.

And Lyra's pretty face was close at hand.

"You?"

Lyra's beautiful eyes stared at him with a provocative smile, "Who told you to leave the balcony's door open. I tumbled in from next door. I'm smart, right?"

Malcolm was furious. His hands were bound by the strap, and he kept struggling, "Let go!"

"You really want to calm down? If I leave you alone, can you sleep? Are you going to sit by the door all night tonight?"

Lyra's fingers flicked up and hooked his chin.

He looked away to avoid seeing her. And he said in a jealous way, "Late night appointment with Anthony. Do you still care if I can feel asleep? Tomorrow you pack your things and go to his place."

Lyra frowned, "What are you jealous of again? Can't you just listen to my explanation?"

"You lied and deceived me as soon as you came back. And I have to listen to you continue to make excuses to fool me? I only believe in my findings."

Lyra's anger was once again provoked, "Have I been spoiling you too much lately? Are you being unreasonable with me? Why don't you listen to me when I'm talking to you, and force me to use violence?"