The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 510

She stared at Malcolm inexplicably.

"Honey?"

Malcolm lowered his face with a jealous aura.

"Not going to explain about being alone in the nursery with Anthony?"

Lyra stared at him with confusion, "Explain for what?"

He inhaled deeply. Like a fish-bone getting stuck in the throat, his eyes were red, "You and him, alone in a room. And you guys chatted and laughed. Lyra L..."

He was about to call her by her full name when he came to his senses.

When they were quarrel and he shouted her name before, he always didn't end well. So, he changed his words quickly.

"Rara, you have a husband. How can you be alone with a single man? Did ... he do anything excessive to you? Did he ever touch your hand?"

His tone was cold and heavy, but because he called her by the term of endearment, there was no fierce and vicious feeling, but rather a kind of educating his daughter.

She was speechless. Their babies had been born. Why was Malcolm jealous endlessly?

"What do you mean? Alone in a room with a man? You forgot your our kids? Weren't Spencer and Momo still in the room?"

Malcolm was furious, "They're not included. They're just babies and don't know anything at all. Even if you and Anthony ... are kissing in front of them, they can't stand up against it."

Lyra coldly stared at him. Her anger gradually boiled up, and she felt a little bit disappointed.

"Malcolm, we've been through many things, and you're still questioning my loyalty to you? And kissing? How dare you say such a word?"

Her eyes were red and she turned her face away from him.

Malcolm was keenly aware that she was sad. He had worded his questioning before Lyra took a shower.

At the moment, however, after seeing that she was gradually sad, it turned out that he was unreasonable.

"Sorry, it's not that I don't believe you. I don't believe Anthony. He is, after all, my former love rival. My wife was alone with him in a room. How can I be comfortable ..."

Lyra didn't look at him and turned sideways, "In the end, you still don't trust me."

Malcolm sat down next to her and carefully went to grab her hand.

"Honey, I really believe you. Just tell me what you said and did with him in the nursery. I promise to believe every words you say."

Lyra drew her hand back coldly and snorted lightly, "When you say that, it means you just don't believe me."

"Babe..."

Malcolm stared at her sulking side and sighed silently. He turned to get the ruler from the bedside table, stuffed it into her hand, and discussed it with her in a soft voice.

"How about this? You explain it once and I'll be at your disposal for the night. No matter what you want, I won't resist."

Lyra asked emphatically, "Really? No resistance whatsoever?"

"Right."

Her chin was slightly raised, and her eyebrows were gently raised but the way she looked at him was evil, "You're unreasonable and jealous randomly. If I ask you to strip you pants, beat your buttock, will you not resist?"

She must punish him in a humiliating and shameful way?

He was torn.

It didn't seem like a big deal to be spanked by his wife.

Thinking about it, he gritted his teeth, "No resistance."

Lyra's bad intentions continued, "Well, let me tell you. Anthony and I were just playing with Spencer and Momo with toys. And from the beginning to the end, he and I didn't get close."

"On the exchange, it was just a casual conversation. He asked about the recent events, and asked a few questions about the time my dad died. And that was it."

Malcolm listened intently, "That's it?"

"That's it." Lyra's tone drew up, emphatically, "You don't believe me?"

"No, I believe you."

He resignedly moved himself to the bed and sat on his knees, with the look of waiting for his wife to educate him.

Lyra grunted and stared at him menacingly, "Don't think I'll just beat you up a few times tonight and let you off the hook."

He lowered his head and did not speak.

Lyra got up. She poked at his collar with the ruler, "Take it off, all of it."

Malcolm's bony fingers knowingly moved around the buttons of the suit, and then the shirt.

Under the warm lights of the bedroom, his body shape looked perfect.

Lyra, however, was not satisfied, and the ruler slid down his chest, his abs, and to the gold buckle of his belt, "Go on."