The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 442

"Abigail ..."

He frowned, covered his shoulder and called softly with red eyes.

It was the first time for Abigail to see such an expression. She was stupefied for a long time before realizing what happened. Then she closed her eyes not to see him.

"Micah, I am now the fiancee of the weaver family. I have no relationship with you. If you do anything to me today, my reputation will be all ruined."

These words quickly recalled Micah's remaining sobriety.

"I was abrupt."

He got up and sat down in a nearby chair, with his arms and legs scrunched together.

His lower lip was bitten by him out of a row of blood marks. His body could not stop trembling. His face was more red than normal. Obviously, it was very hard to endure that.

The moment when Abigail got free, she ran for the door and left without a backward glance.

Micah looked at her determined back and laughed at himself.

It would have been better to realize his feelings for her earlier, but he only felt hurtful after he really lost her.

He bore it alone and got sober.

On the verge of despair, the door of the private room was pushed open in a hurried manner.

Abigail didn't leave. She came back and brought the manager with her to help Micah who was dragged.

Micah looked at her who had gone and returned, and his heart felt soft and touched like never before.

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Lyre Spiti.

At lunchtime, Sophia was puzzled to see Malcolm holding the railing and walking down the stairs less than smoothly.

"Sir, what's wrong with your legs? Rheumatic?"

Malcolm, limping along in anger, replied, "Yes, my knees hurt."

Sophia looked at the sunshine outside in disbelief, "But it didn't rain in Suham last night. How come you got rheumatic?"

He lowered his face, cleared his throat, and explained without blushing, "Yesterday Rara grabbed the quilt away. I might catch a cold."

"So it is."

Sophia always felt what he said was a little bit strange, but she could tell exactly why. "Mr. Malcolm, please remember to take medicine. Don't kiss the babies before you have recovered. Be away from them a little to avoid infecting."

"Okay."

He hardly hesitated. It was better not to get close to them. Otherwise, he would be beaten again.

As they both chatted, there was sound of footsteps coming from the third floor stairwell.

Malcolm immediately directed Sophia, "You're down here to prepare milk for the babies? Then get to work and don't ask any more questions."

"Yes sir."

Sophia turned around and went into the kitchen.

Lyra just walked fast. Seeing him holding the railing, she held his arm.

"It still hurts? Wasn't it medicated last night?"

The moment she asked, Malcolm wrinkled his eyebrows in grievance and complained in a very small voice, "How can the swelling go down after a single application of medicine? I had knelt on the board for more than two hours!"

He tightened his arms around her waist, took off his leather gloves and showed her the red and swollen bruises on both hands, "I was punished but I have no reward. Rara, when are you going to comfort me?"

Rara caressed his hands gently with her fingertips. Seeing that he was still very aggrieved, she kissed him on his lips.

"There is a business banquet the day after tomorrow. When I come back from the banquet, I will sleep with you and make you comfortable, okay?"

Malcolm was content that the time was changed from a week later to the day after.

However, he was keen to sense something different from her words.

"What do you mean by ‘when you come back from the banquet'? You're going to there alone? Leave me behind at the villa?"

Lyra nodded, "If both of us are away, Sophia will be looking after our babies by herself. There will be oversights. I won't feel at ease."

"That won't work either."

He was adamant, "I have to go with you."