The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 498

Rebecca, who was scared, went pale and didn't dare to eat her meal.

The food was made by Malcolm himself.

"Lyra, did I ... just offend Mr. Malcolm again? Will I never see the sun tomorrow again ...?"

Lyra stifled a laugh, "Don't worry. He's generous and will not bother with you, let alone make it difficult for you a little girl."

Rebecca then soothed herself and let out a long breath.

Lyra: "So, do you still want to train my manservant now?"

Rebecca waved her hands, and shook her head, "I dare not. That is your exclusive right. How dare I dabble? Mr. Malcolm will have to cut me to death."

Lyra stifled a laugh and serve her food, "Keep eating and get a good rest later. I'll have Eleven take you out tomorrow."

"Okay."

After the meal, Lyra went to the babies' room on the fourth floor, carrying the fruit she had washed herself.

Malcolm sat on a small stool, with one hand holding Molly's crib and the other gently sahking the rattle.

Lyra placed the fruit on the table and walked over to look at the two giggling little babies.

They were pink and fleshy little babies. They gently blinked with the long curly little eyelashes. Their big and clear eyes looked adorable.

Molly, who was sipping her fingers, smiled when she saw Lyra approaching.

Lyra laughed along with her, sighing at the magic of conceiving life.

Malcolm didn't turn around, still shaking the rattle, as if sulking.

She caressed Malcolm's ear with her fingers and asked in a whisper, "Are you mad at Rebecca, or are you jealous of Melvin?"

Melvin ...

It was a name that hadn't been heard in a long time.

Malcolm turned back. His dark eyes looked gentle but serious, "It's angry that you're bad. Obviously you can skip this topic, but you ask Rebecca who is more handsome."

Lyra's fingers moved from his ear upwards to his brow and then flicked on his forehead.

"It's you anyway. Why you have to be angry? Everyone has some dark pasts. When I was in Frayton, I was bullied by the Freeman family for three years because I loved you and didn't fight back."

The moment when it was mentioned, Malcolm saw that Lyra's expression visibly turned serious.

He was screwed. Was it time to mention the past again?

He decisively put down the rattle and honestly took Lyra's hand.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault for making you suffer so much at first. If you're still resentful, I will immediately go back to the room and kneel on the wash board!"

With his gentle voice, Lyra couldn't get angry at all, but she kept her face straight and said seriously, "Reach out."

Malcolm froze slightly, "Now?" To punch him by hitting his hand in front of their babies?

Lyra nodded her head in a serious way.

Well, it was important that she was not angry.

He dutifully held out his left hand. His dark eyes looked serious, like an offering, and he handed it to Lyra.

There was a crunching sound as Lyra raised her hand high and dropped it gently, hitting him in the palm.

"Have you known now what did you do wrong yet?"

"Yes, yes."

Another soft snap sound, Lyra was serious, "Do you dare to be as cold as you were at the beginning again?"

"I dare not. If you don't desolate me, I'll be very happy."

Lyra laughed.

Molly, who was on the crib, listened to the snap sound and looked at Lyra and Malcolm back and forth with a giggle.

Spencer, who was next to her, laughed along with Molly.

He felt helpless and glared separately at the two kids.

How could they be so happy to see their daddy getting beaten up and disciplined?