The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 424

Malcolm looked up and saw her, with his dark eyes shining with delight.

After a while, he lowered his eyes, "Will it be appropriate to get the certificate now? If others know it, there will be gossip."

"Let's do the hidden marriage first. No one will know it. Besides, we have to make ourselves happy first. We're not doing this for others."

Malcolm thought deeply for a moment, and his eyes looked elated again.

"You're right. We have to make ourselves happy first."

He lowered his eyes and smiled cunningly, "Tomorrow is also a good day. Why don't we go to get a license in the morning tomorrow?"

Lyra flicked him on the forehead, "Okay, it's up to you."

Malcolm crouched in front of her. Learning the happy news that he would be her real husband tomorrow, he wrapped his arms around her calves and rested his head on her thighs.

Lyra stroked the back of his head.

On the bedside table, Lyra's cell phone suddenly rang.

It was Twelve.

A phone call at this time of night was bound to be no good.

After she answered the phone, she found it was not Twelve's voice.

The man's voice was breathy, like he had just finished exercising.

"Miss Lyra, I am Mr. Malcolm's person. My code name is Wine. Because Mr. Malcolm didn't answer my phone, I can only use your family bodyguard's phone to contact you and Mr. Malcolm."

Lyra turned on the speakerphone, and Malcolm could hear it clearly.

He got up to get his cell phone, only to find that his phone was muted, with a dozen missed calls in a row all from Wine.

The two looked at each other and they instantly became serious.

The guy Malcolm sent to keep an eye on Ethel in the dark actually called her on Twelve's cell phone, which meant something had happened!

"What's going on?" She asked in a calm tone.

Wine quickly reported the whole thing to Lyra and Malcolm.

Lyra, who had listened carefully, did not have much expression and calmly arranged.

"Although the river is torrential, Ethel is not badly injured. She can not run far. I'll transfer the people of Darkbell tonight to go over and salvage with you. I need to see her, dead or alive."

"Yes, Miss Lyra."

Hanging up the phone, the air in the room resumed its grimness.

Lyra looked at the raindrops on the window glass and sneered, "She's still not at all restless. She's running away from all this."

"Mel, do you think this has anything to do with Collin?"

Malcolm was slightly stunned, "Collin has been kneeling at the hall lately reading the Buddhist Scriptures. He hasn't bothered with this woman since the day you sent Ethel away."

She didn't say anything and fell into deep thought.

Malcolm walked over to her and carried her to the bathroom.

He said with a low and magnetic voice, "Rara, don't think about it. Everything has to wait until we get her. H ow about taking a bath together tonight and we'll get the license tomorrow?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned lazily against his chest, frowning and refusing, "I'm so tired today. I don't have the strength to shower."

Malcolm lowered his head and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "During my recession, you helped me to take shower. From now on, I will help you too."

"You mean that day?"

She teased and smiled badly, "I remember that day, you were so restless and used all your strength to seduce me. Fortunately I was strong-minded, did you miss it?"

Malcolm's back stiffened slightly.