The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 387

Malcolm's expression immediately became grim.

"You mean you drowned when you were fifteen years old? And someone pushed you into the water?"

Lyra nodded, "I lost my memory later. Until the night I married you, you deliberately did not return from overtime at the company. Charlotte came to me at night and said a lot of harsh words. I did not pay attention for a moment and she pushed me into the pool from behind. My head hit the coral raised next to it, only then happened to recover the memory."

Malcolm's heart tingled with guilt at the mention of what happened three years ago, and his arms tightened around her.

Lyra did not notice his change of mind and continued, "But about what happened to me, I really can't remember anything at all. Occasionally when stimulated, there will be some broken images, but I can not connect them together."

Malcolm thought about it carefully and came up with a hypothesis.

"Rara, have you been injected with some kind of drug and that's what caused the memory loss?"

"It's possible."

She stroked her heart, felt it quietly for a moment, and nuzzled her head into Malcolm's arms.

"Mel, I've been having nightmares lately. I always feel panicky, like something big is going to happen."

Malcolm couldn't help but be nervous as well.

He reassured Lyra, "Maybe it's because you've been working too hard lately. And you're under too much mental stress.

Lyra thought about it, "Forget it, recently there are quite a lot of things on hand. If I can't finish, I always feel uncomfortable."

She left Malcolm's embrace and plopped down on his crossed legs, tossing her hair to the side and revealing her fair back and neck. Then she had her arms folded and her head lazily rested on her hands.

Her voice was also lazy, "Mel, I have a nightmare. Can you help me massage my shoulders? I want the massage service."

Malcolm froze and looked her over from head to toe, especially her upturned and rounded butt because she was lying on her stomach ...

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat involuntarily.

His body began to be inexplicably hot.

He bent down and leaned close to Lyra's ear, saying, "Do you know how tempting you look like?"

Lyra turned around and raised her eyebrows at him in a very evil way, "That's too much to hold on?"

Malcolm tucked her hair, which had fallen to her face, behind her ear, and sighed in a small voice, "Now that you're my future wife on my laps. Do you think I should hold on to you?"

"Give me a quick massage. Get focused. If your service is not good enough, you'll be beaten!" She lightly hummed and closed her eyes comfortably.

Malcolm stared at the side of her face, accusing her silently with his eyes.

To see but not to sleep. She deliberately messed with his mind, which as really abominable!

What kind of men can stand it?

He was secretly grinding his teeth.

Here came with Lyra's urging abruptly, "Hurry up, massage and go to sleep."

Malcolm suppressed his fierce expression. Like a little lamb, he messaged her shoulders obediently.

Since Lyra was pregnant with his babies, her body was not as good as it used to be, and she often felt weak and sore.

Malcolm went to a massage master to learn some skills a few days ago.

His long and slender fingers were lightly squeezing her shoulders. His massage technique was excellent, and Lyra fell asleep lying in his laps in a short time.

"Rara?"

He called her twice very softly.

After confirming that she was really asleep, he waved his hand to pinch her small butt gently, as his pay for massaging her for half an hour.