The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 435

Lyra got a little annoyed and knocked on the side of the bed, "After the punishment, and you can explain it all over again."

Malcolm felt suffocated, pursed his lips not to speak, and looked at her with hidden bitterness in his dark eyes.

She tapped the edge of the bed with the ruler, and reminded again coldly, "You have forgotten the fifty family instructions Micah gave you earlier again?"

Malcolm, who was completely mute, struggled for a while, spread out the palm of his left hand and handed it over.

Lyra shook her head and was not satisfied, "Both hands."

"Rara, I have to sign a contract at work tomorrow." If she hurt his right hand, he couldn't write well.

Lyra's face was expressionless and she was unswayed, as if to silently remind him that there was no negotiation.

Malcolm was stimulated by her look and handed his right hand over, getting in a rage.

Snap-

The ruler came down at both of his hands directly for three times.

His broad palms instantly swelled with deep red bumps.

Malcolm endured the pain so that his face distorted. His fingertips slightly trembled, and he held his breath deeply. He felt more hurtful inside his heart.

Lyra stared down at him with red eyes and asked, "You haven't cared much for our babies since they were born. Malcolm, do you not like me anymore, or do you not like our babies?"

He stood up abruptly and was surprised by her thoughts, "How can you think like that? It's because I've seen with my own eyes how much you've suffered for the babies during your pregnancy. I'm heartbroken and follow you in everything."

He bit his lower lip and found his chest uncomfortable to the extreme.

"Rara, I'm the one who feels that since our babies were born, you don't care about me as much as you used to. I'm not as important in your heart as our babies. Now you're blaming me and punishing me for our babies. You don't care about my feelings at all."

Lyra stared at him in shock, laughing in exasperation.

"What are you so jealous of with our babies? How old are they? A month old babies, without any ability to take care of themselves. They must need our undivided care. What exactly do you take your kids for? A love rival?"

Malcolm lowered his eyes for a moment and went mute.

Lyra slammed the ruler into his hand three more times, with undiminished force. She sincerely wanted him to learn a lesson.

"Hiss ..."

He furrowed his eyebrows. It was his first time to be beaten by the ruler while kneeling on the wash board.

His knees hurt and his hands also hurt. What was more, his heart hurt the most. He felt extremely aggrieved and got nowhere to vent, which made him uncomfortable.

"Rara, in my heart, nothing is more important than you. You are my first priority, but in your heart, our kids have surpassed me."

"Whether you call me unreasonable or irrational, I accept it all."

He accepted it but it didn't mean that he would change it.

Lyra sighed, softened her tone and said, "Mel, you don't understand how hard pregnancy is. If it isn't for loving and caring for you, I won't be willing to have babies with you. I love and care about them because they are mine and yours."

"Rich families always get eventful. Many rich kids in the world are kidnapped and stolen by their families' business rivals. I am really panic, not to mention Lola before, so I have to be vigilant. It doesn't mean I don't pay attention to you anymore."

Malcolm sighed with her and asked in a whisper, "Rara, you always feel like someone is coming to steal our babies. Is it postpartum anxiety?"

Lyra lowered her head and swung the ruler again, striking him three times in quick succession.

But this time, it only hit his left palm.

She answered his question in a straight way, "Maybe a little, but you know there's such a thing as postpartum anxiety and you still piss me off. You ask for it!"