The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 335

On the way to Arzew Palace, Anthony had everything set up.

In the room, there was a noble chaise lounge draped in a white fur blanket. And there were exquisite pastries, fruit, snacks, honey and tea on a coffee table.

Next to it were three rows of hangers, all hanging with various styles of exquisite dresses. And there were two rows of high heels on the plush carpet.

The stylists and makeup artists had been waiting for a long time.

When they saw Anthony enter with Lyra, the two saluted them with standard courtly etiquette.

Lyra wasn't too happy, "I'm not used to changing clothes and doing makeup by others."

Anthony immediately waved his hand at the two men, "You can leave."

"Lyra, this is European Swye's special pastry. It's very delicious. I had it made and delivered here. Do you want to try it?" He walked over to the coffee table, attentively carried the pastry plate and handed it to Lyra.

Lyra glanced at it. Not knowing what was going on, not only did she not have an appetite, but she was also a bit sick to her stomach.

"I don't really feel like eating sweets."

She walked over to the rows of dresses and began to pick.

Anthony immediately put down the pastry and came over to help her carefully.

He took a high-couture aqua blue gown with silver silk , "How about this one? Blue is gentle and pleasant. It has the silk long sleeves. And this white shawl with fur collar. It won't make you feel cold."

The most crucial thing was that this dress matched his blue suit, like the couple style.

He had never worn couple's style clothes with Lyra.

His pair of eyes shone with anticipation and interest.

Seeing that Lyra didn't take it, his hand moved closer to Lyra, "Lyra, do as you're told and change into this one."

Lyra did not say anything. She was sharp-eyed. The dress picked by Anthony had the same color with his suit.

She wouldn't even consider it. So she turned her head and picked a dark red velvet dress from another row of hangers, "No, I like this one better. I'll go next door to change it."

Anthony instantly turned sullen. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back with one hand, emphasizing, "I said, change this one!"

"Let go!"

Lyra was annoyed, "Anthony, you know me. Your controlling nature doesn't work in front of me!"

The toughness in his eyes softened instantly, and his tone also softened a little bit.

"Lyra, you don't even know how happy I am that you came to European Swye. It's like I came to travel with you for honey moon. I'm trying to satisfy you and obey you in whatever you say in these days."

"I don't need to force you with any conditions this time. Can you put up with it and change into this gown I chose?"

Lyra's face was cold as she locked at him, "But, I don't like it!"

Her simple but detached words was like a stab at his sensitivity.

"You don't like this dress or you don't me? If it is Malcolm who is standing here today and it is Malcolm who was holding this dress, will you still reject it like this?"

He was furious. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his fierce emotion was revealed.

Clutching Lyra's hand very hard, he threw her hard into the chaise lounge, and then pressed her under his body.

"Don't move! If you come any closer, I'll kill you!"

Lyra, at the moment when he tried to get closer, decisively took out a silver needle on the ring and pressed it hard against his Adam's apple.

Anthony laughed out loud that his tears came out of his eyes.

He braced his hands on the top of the chaise lounge. Because of this silver needle, there was always a little distance between him and Lyra, making him unable to cross over.

"If I were Malcolm, will you have the heart to hurt him?"

His tone was sad, and his laughter grew eerie.

"If I have to, do you really dare to kill me? If I die today, you won't get out of this palace. Malcolm will die as well. And the three of us will die together. Do you dare?"

Lyra didn't say anything.