The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 618

Malcolm thought for a while, "I have to deal with the stuff recently. I'm afraid I won't be able to travel for a few days."

"It's okay. Micah and Abigail are also tired from playing in Suham. They want to rest for a few days before leaving. They can wait for us."

Facing Lyra's enthusiasm, Malcolm was a little curious, "It seems you really want to travel this time? Don't you worry about the babies?"

Speaking of this, Lyra remembered their previous trip to Atria.

Because she was too worried about the babies' fever, she couldn't control her emotions when they went back to the hotel, and even beat Malcolm.

She felt apologetic, wrapping Malcolm's arm and resting her head lightly on his shoulder.

"The last time when we went to Atria, it was my fault to beat you. Even if you want to travel with me, you can take care of your business and the babies well. I was overly worried. I'm sorry."

Malcolm's black eyes were gentle, "I don't blame you. At that time, your mania was already a little bit manifested, and you almost couldn't control your emotions. It was because you were sick. How could I haggle it over?"

The more generous he was, the more guilty Lyra felt in her heart.

Back from Atria, she had so many troublesome stuffs to deal with that she didn't have a chance to apologize to Malcolm until tonight.

"At that time, I beat you with a hanger, and I beat you so hard. Otherwise... When we get home, I won't fight back and let you beat me back?"

Malcolm was startled.

Wife-beating?

What kind of man was he?

He lowered his eyes and saw the seriousness in Lyra's eyes. It seemed that she was not joking with him.

"If you really want to make up for me..." He paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and his dark eyes gradually looked scheming.

"When we get home, I can punish you any way I want. You can't resist. Just listen to me."

Lyra caught a glimpse of the evil smile on his face and whispered, "Is it the kind of punishment I think? Is it serious?"

Malcolm held back a smile, "Do you want it serious or not?"

"Since it is up to you to punish me, there is no reason for me to choose."

Malcolm suppressed the lust to "punish" her immediately, and concentrated on driving the luxury car home.

The luxury car entered the White family's garage.

Malcolm got out of the car first, went around to the passenger seat to help Lyra open the door, and then bent over thoughtfully to carry her out of the car.

On the way back, he repeatedly instructed, "You have agreed. No resistance is allowed. Let me punish you tonight. I want to try every way of punishing. "

Every way …

Her waist!

Lyra wrapped her hands around his neck, holding back the madness in her heart. After all, she wanted to pay back the wrongs he suffered in Atria, and she couldn't resist.

But this did not delay her warning beforehand.

She raised her face and her red lips were close to Malcolm's ear, "Still be careful. Don't overdo."

Malcolm lowered his head and rubbed the tip of her nose. He disapproved and said with his hoarse voice, "Night is meant to excessive."

"What's the false reasoning..."

"It's your husband's correct principle."

As the two chatted, they returned to Lyre Spiti.

In the evening, because Rudolph lied about fainting and pretended to be sick, he and Rara could not finish their intimacy in the office.

They had to make up for it tonight.

...

After a whole night, Lyra really had a sore back.

When she woke up, Malcolm had left Lyre Spiti, presumably going to the bureau to deal with Ryan and Travis.

She was alone in the master bedroom.

Back pain, fatigue.