The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 540

Malcolm stopped blowing the porridge. Just for a second, his face was back to normal.

"Babe, you forget it. Last night you said the bedside table lamp is too blinding and you let me take it away. And you don't this kind of lamp any more."

Lyra was baffled.

"Why can't I remember anything? And this lamp is not very bright, so how come I feel blinding?"

Malcolm smiled gently and passed the cooled porridge the his spoon to her lips, "How should I know? I can never guess what you really think. You have been working too much recently. This kind of small thing may not be on your mind. When you get up, you forget about it. That is normal."

Was this normal?

This was not normal!

Her heart felt it strange. Although she was thinking, she habitually opened her mouth to accept Malcolm's feeding.

Malcolm looked at her dotingly and tenderly, focusing on the movements of his hands.

As she chewed the beef porridge in her mouth, her eyes suddenly glanced to the side and the strangeness in her heart intensified, "Honey, why is the bedside table lamp on your side still there?"

For her, who was a bit obsessive-compulsive, the bedside table lamp was only one so the layout was strange. How can she propose the act of taking away the lamp because of the blinding?

Malcolm remained unchanged as he explained, "If you don't like it, I'll take this lamp away later as well."

In the future, he should never put any dangerous items on the bedside table.

If he could, he would love to move Lyra's dressing table out of the bedroom.

Don't set up anything but this big bed.

But this was a situation that he can only think about.

Seeing that Lyra was still thinking about this strange thing, he decided to hand over a spoonful of beef porridge, "Well Rara, it's just a small thing. No need to take it to heart. You have a lot of work to deal with today, right? It's almost one o'clock. I'll take you to the Lloyd's Corp after eating."

"It's almost one o'clock?"

Lyra recently had doubt for her life. Why did she sleep until noon every day? And when she got up, she either had a headache or fatigue and she did not wake up midway.

Without making her think deeply, Malcolm handed another spoonful of beef porridge and quickly fed her.

She ate the whole bowl of porridge and lay down for Malcolm to massage.

When the soreness of her body was almost relieved, her delicate hands wrapped around Malcolm's strong waist.

There were bruises on his waist from last night's belt that broke the skin, and Malcolm trembled gently in pain. His brows were furrowing lightly.

Fearing that Lyra would notice the difference, he forced himself to look right, stiffened his back, and let her hug him, enduring the pain.

Lyra lightly sipped his thin lips, "You're so considerate. If you continue to spoil me like this, I will become a small waste."

Malcolm rubbed the tip of his nose with his sweetly, "These are small things. My Rara has big ambitions to do great things. As your husband, of course I have to help you take care of these chores."

She was touched and wrapped her arms around his back and hugged him tightly, "Thank you, honey, for being willing to support my career."

Malcolm's eyelashes fluttered. He adjusted his breathing, and his cheek went to press against her ear.

"No problem."

The two got intimate for a while before Lyra got out of bed and went to wash up.

Only when her figure was fully inside the bathroom did Malcolm reveal his painful expression.

Fortunately, she was already wearing a suit jacket so Lyra did not feel it out. If it was pajamas, with Lyra's shrewdness, she will certainly find traces.

Twenty minutes later, Lyra changed into her commuter clothes, put on light makeup, and walked out with Malcolm holding hands.

Malcolm himself drove Lyra to the Lloyd's Corp.

When Lyra's figure completely disappeared from view, he immediately looked serious and decisively rolled up the car window.

He took out his cell phone, called Jimmy, and told Jimmy exactly what happened last night.

Jimmy listened and remained calm.

"When she has an attack, she will just lose her dominant consciousness and be unable to perceive what she has done when she is awake. She is not stopping her thoughts. She will choose to turn around and go get the lamp and smash it, which is a normal venting behavior during the attack."

Malcolm understood but was a little disappointed, yet a little thankful.

Fortunately, Lyra was not taking advantage of mental illness and deliberately venting to torment him.

He didn't say anything and Jimmy continued, "Malcolm, come to the lab. I'll see how you were beaten last night and how badly you were hurt. You can bring back some strong tranquilizers in case of emergencies."

"Great."

Malcolm agreed and immediately turned around and went to the lab.

In the lab, he just took off his shirt and let Jimmy examine the injury.