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The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 419

Glancing at Lyra who was in a good mood, he still planed to muddle through.

"Rara, let's forget about those unpleasant things before. I'll go back at night to have some oranges and watch TV, OK?"

"No."

Lyra was not swayed. She had made up her mind, "Tell me, how many documents remain to be annotated?"

This time, orange could not save him?

Malcolm, feeling bad, gestured to her at the papers on the coffee table.

There was still a third of it left, which was quite a lot.

Lyra laughed, "What's my rule? Ten lashes per page, how many lashes are needed for so many papers?"

Without waiting for him to speak, Lyra had already gone to pack up.

"Mel, hurry up and pack. Go home and I'll treat you well!"

She was so happy to be able to beat him up?

He was so depressed that he didn't say a word to help her organize her table before carrying her up. They took the elevator to the garage, and then went home.

In the car, he leaned back against Lyra's shoulder, showing weakness.

"Rara, is it really necessary to punish? That ruler is heavy, and if it leaves swelling marks, you'll be heartbroken."

Lyra nodded fervently, "Indeed, the wound is in your body but I feel more heartbroken than you!"

Why did he feel as if she was looking forward to it and excited?

Lyra rubbed his face, soothing his nervousness and anxiety with a smile.

"Don't worry. As long as you have a proper attitude, you won't be punished hard!"

Hearing this, Malcolm had something in mind.

It seemed that she was not angry, just looking for an excuse to punish him a little. Since she was pregnant, he should let she do whatever she want to.

Malcolm had an idea in mind but didn't say anything else.

Not long after, the two went back to Lyre Spiti together.

The first thing Lyra did when she arrived home was go to the bathroom and take a shower.

When she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, her hair was half wet and she looked sexy. She saw him sitting on the bed on his knees in a disciplined manner.

Malcolm held the ruler in both hands. His attitude was self-conscious and upright. His face was free of the nervousness he had at the company when he learned he was going to be punished, and he seemed to accept it gladly.

Despite the extremely shameful behavior, his handsome face was still arrogant.

Lyra leaned lazily against the wall. Her tone was rising, smiling, "Figured it out so quickly?"

Malcolm nodded submissively, "Rara, I shouldn't have refused the little reward you offered to me in the office during the day. Now I'm to blame for it turning into a punishment."

Lyra stepped forward, stifled her laughter, and looked at him askance.

He continued, "You're pregnant. If beating me up can make you feel good, it's worth it. Please feel free!"

"So how many do you think I should beat you?"

She took the ruler he handed to her and held it steadily.

Malcolm meekly spread his hands, "As you like."

"That's good."

Lyra raised the ruler and was about to smash it down hard, as if she was going to get real, which looked horrifying.

Malcolm hastened to add, "Or ... a little lighter. I don't want you to be tired!"

She still stifled a laugh, and in order to continue to molest him, she forced herself to look serious, took the end of the ruler, and picked his jaw.

"Are you afraid I'll get tired, or are you afraid of the pain?"

"I'm afraid of the both." He answered.

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