The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 460

Seeing Malcolm's expression, Chad rushed up to pull Keira away.

He pretended to be serious to scold Keira, "I have told you many times. Lyra is my brother's treasure. You can only see her but not touch. Don't piss him off. He'll let me fix you!

Keira puffed, sulked and did not speak.

That "treasure" made Lyra blush slightly.

She beckoned Keira to come to her side and said to Malcolm, "Cook first and let Chad and Keith help you. I'll take Keira up to see our babies."

Keira was instantly happy and ran happily back to Lyra, and the two soon went upstairs together.

The three men downstairs in the living room looked at each other. Keith and Chad were completely unable to cook and trim vegetables, let alone anything else.

The atmosphere was instantly a bit awkward.

Finally, Keith and Chad stood in front of the kitchen door together and watched Malcolm cooking skillfully.

The man had long legs. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal fine and good-looking arms. He was preparing the ingredients, and his face looked extra serious and meticulous.

Keith watched quietly for a while and sighed from the bottom of his heart, "My Rara is amazing. I didn't think she could really train you so well in Frayton. I think the senior directors of White Corp would not have thought that their cool president would be wearing a black apron and cooking in the kitchen.

Chad stifled a laugh, "I'm also curious when did your cooking skill become so good? I think Lyra has made a lot of efforts about it."

We were all men and familiar with each other so there was nothing to be ashamed of.

Malcolm smiled helplessly as he remembered what happened before, "The first meal I cooked for Rara back then was braised pork ribs that were burned to black and fried cabbage with spicy ingredients."

Keith was curious, "Did Rara really eat them?"

Malcolm laughed even more helplessly, "How shrewd Rara is. How could she possibly eat them? She forced me to eat and made me almost even throw up my stomach acid."

Chad and Keith burst into a maniacal laughter.

Keith: "Rara is like Micah in terms of being mean."

Chad also said, "I'm afraid if she publishes a manual, it will sell a lot!"

All three men laughed and the atmosphere was very cordial.

Sometimes, the joy between men was so simple. They shared some trivia with each other, and soon got acquainted.

When the delicious barbecue was ready, Malcolm called Lyra and Keira and the five people enjoyed themselves.

An hour later, it was early morning.

It was still dark and the whole city was unusually silent, except for Lyre Spiti, which was still lively.

Keith felt stifled and drank a lot of beer. Soon he was drunk.

And he was drunk completely.

He hugged Malcolm's arms. His eyes were red and he kept calling out, "Melissa, I was wrong. It's all my fault. Forgive me. Come back ..."

Malcolm looked sullen, pressed Keith's forehead with his big hand without mercy and pushed him away.

He was drunk. As if his apology was rejected, he felt even more heartbroken, sad and depressed.

Malcolm had no choice but to knock him out. He instructed Chad, "It's getting late. When you guys leave, remember to ask Eleven to take Keith back."

"Okay, don't worry, bro."

When they were gone, this little late night party finally came to an end.

Lyra propped her chin with one of her arm and was in a daze.

She didn't drink too much but her face was slightly red, which was beautiful and seductive to the extreme.

Malcolm looked at her and felt slightly moved.

He got closer to Lyra, rubbed her face, and asked in a low voice, "Rara, are you thinking about Keith and Melissa?"