The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 372

Hearing Lyra's soft but cold voice, Chad was so frightened that he almost threw the phone on the spot.

After a long interval, he did not dare to talk, and held his breath.

Lyra seriously reminded him, "Chad, you'd better help Malcolm to give an account. If you confess, I'll be lenient. If you don't, I'll be strict. Or you two will be miserable as you wish!"

When she was saying this, she gritted her teeth.

Chad was frightened, and hurried to help explain, "He is actually for your health. He just loves you too much. He ..."

With a bunch of pleading words, Lyra finally got the whole thing clear after two minutes.

"Okay, I get it. You did a good job on this. I won't make it hard for you, and I definitely won't let your brother retaliate against you. Don't worry."

Chad was more afraid that she would get into trouble with Malcolm than he suffered alone himself, "Lyra, don't be mad at my brother. He ..."

Lyra did not bother to listen to his pleading, and said coldly, "You do not have to worry. He will be fine." After saying that, she hung up the phone.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet.

The whole bedroom was filled with a cool air.

Lyra turned her head to look at Malcolm, and before she could open her mouth to taunt him, something was suddenly shoved into her hand.

She looked down at the whip that was in the nightstand drawer before.

"What does it mean to take out the whip? It's been too long since you've not tasted the whip. Do you miss it?" She asked knowingly.

Malcolm bit his lower lip. The tips of his ears were slightly red, and he said with no confidence, "I was wrong. This is my lack of consideration. Don' get angry with me."

Lyra looked at him seriously, "Malcolm, the baby is for both of us. You have no right to make any decisions for me."

"I know ..."

Malcolm avoided her gaze, "I was just thinking about it. So as soon as I got home, I took it upon myself to talk to you about it."

Lyra played with the whip, exposing him carelessly, "You would have consulted with me this time if Chad hadn't gotten in the way?"

"I'm sorry."

He didn't know how to argue. Although he did take the initiative to discuss with Rara, it felt like he quibbled to say more, so he might just admit it.

Thinking about this, he hardened himself and consciously spread his hands.

"As long as it can vent your anger, I'll receive the punishment."

"Malcolm, I just want you to know that this is between the two of us. You have to talk to me in the future, not dictate like a job."

Lyra looked at his downcast head in exasperation.

She didn't want to beat him up, not at all.

Moreover, this kind of little punishment was not painful at all for him who was recovering from his illness. He just wanted her to vent out her anger.

But what Malcolm did today was quite excessive.

That didn't stop her from whipping him and letting him know the lesson!

Thinking of this, Lyra smiled cunningly, "You do need to be beaten, but did I say I would beat your hands?"

Malcolm looked up abruptly, sensing something unpleasant in her evil expression.

The smile on Lyra's lips deepened as she sat cross-legged on the bed and gently patted her heel, "Lie down here."

Malcolm was confused for a second, seemed to understand what she meant, and then wasn't sure, "You don't mean to, like, beat my...butt?"

Lyra nodded unambiguously, "Malcolm, you're so smart!"

"No!"

Malcolm's ears were red and his face and neck were even more red.

This was not only punishment for him, but humiliation.

He would rather die than submit!