The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 384

Tonight, she was doing something wrong. When she saw Malcolm kneeling on the board, her anger instantly disappeared. And she had the guilty conscience and felt sorry for him at the same time.

She walked over and gave him an out by gently poking his shoulder with her fingertips.

"Okay, let's not make a scene, okay?"

Malcolm grunted and ignored her.

Lyra continued to coax patiently, "I have not eaten. And I was carried back by you. I'm hungry. Mel, get up and cook for me."

"I am receiving my punishment. Not available!"

He was unmoved and pulled his phone out of his pants pocket to send a message over, "I'll have Keira make a few dishes and bring them over to you."

Lyra continued to poke him in the shoulder, "But I want to eat your cooking. And besides, if Keira comes over, Chad will definitely follow. And if Chad sees it, will he quietly laugh at you?"

Malcolm's hand, which was typing, gave an abrupt halt.

But he quickly came up with a solution, "I'll call ahead and not allow Chad to come here. Have Keira just drop it off outside the front door, then have Twelve take it into the dining room for you."

It was really not easy to coax him.

She bent down and gently hugged him from behind. Then she took away his phone when he hadn't finished editing the message. Her small face pressed against his face and gently stroked it.

"Stop it. What exactly do I have to do before you'll get up?"

Malcolm bit his thin lips. Being stroked by her small face and feeling her extra soft skin, his emotions were smoothed a lot.

He thought about it and said in a sullen tone, "Say you're wrong. Say you'll never dare to lie to me again. Don't let other men kiss you, not even kissing your hands and hair! Nor are you allowed to eat alone with other men!"

Lyra was speechless, "I was working! I invited him to dinner because we need to talk about the cooperation. I have explained that it's not what you think. Kissing the back of the hand is European Swye's culture. It's normal!"

"You don't even know what's wrong! And you still think you're justified!"

Malcolm was furious and pulled away her slender arms, which were around him, "Leave me alone and let me reflect on it."

Lyra sat back on the bed in exasperation and stared at him from afar.

"It's really time to reflect. It's been a while since I haven't punished you. Have you forgotten who you are?"

"You make something out of nothing tonight. You're unreasonable and also hit him. Even if I give you an out, you're so stubborn!"

"Also, how many times did you yell my name tonight?"

His back stiffened slightly, "I don't remember. I didn't count."

Lyra said in a good-natured way, "Then the number of punishment is based on 'don't remember'. Kneeling for one night is not long enough for reflection. Just kneel a day and night. What do you think?"

Malcolm was inwardly bitter and felt suffocated. The tip of his nose was sore and his eyes became watery again. Still, he didn't answer her question.

Lyra sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and breathed in deeply.

It was the first time she and Malcolm had argued so much since they had reconciled.

Thinking of the babies in her belly, she inhaled again and tried to control her emotions. Simply, she didn't look at him and let him have a rough time.

She took out her phone and continued to work on her work.

The room quickly quieted down and the atmosphere remained discordant.

After arguing for more than ten minutes and being ignored by Lyra for more than half an hour, Malcolm's knees were getting sore.

He furrowed his eyebrows. His breathing became heavier, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

Although Lyra was on her phone, her eyes had been peeking at him who looked painful.

She let out a long breath, still not holding back.

"If you really kneel for a day and a night, I'm afraid you will not be able to walk tomorrow and the day after." Her tone was much milder.