The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 445

The moment when he realized what happened, he hurriedly begged her and re-answered.

"Honey, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to say you're heavy. You're so light, like a feather, and your figure is so good. I can't stop loving you. I can't help myself."

He looked at Lyra nervously.

Lyra still stared at him solemnly, not speaking.

Malcolm looked at her and was confused. Did he get the wrong answer again?

He didn't understand what other right answer there was?

Seeing Lyra's face getting colder and colder, he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Honey, can you tell me the answer you have in mind?"

Lyra grunted twice in condescension, "Yeah, how about when we get back to the bedroom, I'll teach you word for word with the ruler?"

His back instantly stiffened slightly.

Lyra pouted, mentioned his first answer and listed his crimes in all seriousness.

"The unthinking answer is the truest picture of your heart, which means that's how you think."

"I'm just wearing a long gown, and you think I am heavy."

"I give you two small babies. I am the greatest contributor of the White family. You dare to dislike me so soon? When we're back, you should really be punished."

He restrained his uneasiness and walked steadily through the winding alleyways and asked carefully, "How do you want me to be punished?"

Lyra's starry eyes looked sly and scheming as she stared at him, "You deserve a spanking!"

Glancing at his gradually pale face, she added in a very bad way, "And, with your pants down."

The tips of his ears instantly turned red. He looked at her in an aggrieved way, and whispered, "Babe..."

He stopped walking, not daring to go back home.

If he would face the punishment after they were back home, he could not accept this cruel fact!

Lyra was amused by his expression. In fact, she wasn't angry and was just joking.

She nudged the tip of his nose with her finger.

"Well, I won't beat you up. And I won't make fun of you. Because of my pregnancy and recuperation, you have suffered for a long time. Tonight, I'll compensate you well."

Malcolm's aggrieved expression faded away and he smiled.

"Be prepared. It's been a long time since I've not had sex with you. I won't let you off easy tonight."

He went faster and wanted to fly straight back to the bedroom.

He was so excited to go home.

*

The night was cold.

All the cheerful and wonderful sounds were masked inside the locked windows.

For how many times in total, Lyra could not remember.

She just knew that Malcolm did not get tired.

By the time the next morning, Lyra's little waist really couldn't sustain that.

Her whole body was sore and weak, and with almost no rest last night, she couldn't get up at all.

Malcolm woke up early in the morning, helped her postpone having to talk to Horace about the contract, and reached out to take her into his arms.

"Honey, I've taken care of all your business, so you can sleep all day."

Lyra was indeed very sleepy and could not keep her eyelids open. She was very depressed why she had agreed to Malcolm's request. Or last night, she should have limited him.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep, but kept regretting for last night's events.

A pair of large palms silently held her waist from behind. Malcolm, being restless, kissed her earlobe again and again and implied the ambiguous meaning.

Lyra frowned slightly. With her eyes tightly closed, she ignored him.

Malcolm was getting more and more reckless, and his hands started to roam restlessly on her body.

And his thin lips, which were kissing her earlobe, moved down tentatively to kiss the back of her neck, and then the slender and fair shoulder ...

Lyra's eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter, and finally she couldn't stand it anymore. She turned back and pressed his whole face with one of her hands.

"Stop. No more noise and rest."