The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 645

Among all the luxury cars of the White family, Malcolm and Chad's were black, and she had two green cars and one white car.

Other Whites' cars were basically red, white and black.

But today, a sky blue Rolls Royce was parked in the garage.

The color was so bright and dazzling, so it was hard not to notice it.

Like her green Maserati, that was flamboyant

When Lyra saw this color, she thought of the owner's precious blue eyes.

Really...the car was like its owner.

Malcolm hugged her from behind, followed her to look at the car together, and found the problem. "It doesn't seem like this is the White family's car."

"Well, it's Anthony's. We didn't tell him we're going back to Crana today. Maybe he's here to see our babies."

Malcolm looked at her strangely, "Rara, you can remember his license plate number so clearly?"

Lyra was startled and flicked his forehead lightly, "What are you thinking? How could I possibly remember it? This color made me guess so."

Malcolm didn't say anything, took her palm in one hand and the suitcase in the other, and returned to Lyre Spiti.

When they got home, Anthony was there playing with Momo in the baby room on the fourth floor.

Seeing Lyra and Malcolm coming in, Anthony joked with Momo, "Momo baby, your parents finally come back home after going out and having fun. Fortunately, they still remember your two children and won't abandon you two directly."

Lyra and Malcolm walked in side by side, and they both sat down beside Spencer as Anthony was talking to Momo.

"Mr. and Mrs., you are back. I'll leave you guys alone. I go downstairs to make powered milk." Sophia left the nursery, knowing how to behave.

After Sophia left, Anthony kept his eyes on Lyra's face, and after a while, he smiled lightly and said, "Rara, you have been looking good recently. It seems this trip is going well."

"It's good. Thanks to you and Chad for doing this to us."

Anthony smiled casually, "I'm the godfather of Spencer and Momo. When you're not home, of course I have the responsibility to take care of them."

They had known each other for twenty years, so Lyra skipped the pleasantries and turned her head to watch Spencer.

Spencer, who was in the blue crib, blinked lightly with his long eyelashes and showed little interest in the toy in Lyra's hand.

Malcolm keenly found that he seemed to be not in good spirits, and asked Anthony, "Spencer's state is not right. Has he been sick for the past two days?"

Anthony's hand stopped shaking the rattle, and he explained seriously, "It's not sick. I asked the pediatrician from the medical team to check his body. No problem has been found for the time being. Maybe it's a physical problem, or maybe it's caused by the weather. Spencer's appetite has not been as good as Momo's during this time."

Malcolm's face remained serious, and he patted Spencer's soft cheek, but there was no response.

He continued and then changed from patting to pinching.

As if feeling the pain, Spencer finally cried.

The cry was still loud, not weak or soft.

Lyra was so distressed that she hurriedly picked up Spencer who was crying, "Don't cry. Don't cry. Your dad is too bad. He can't control his strength and pinches our Spencer's face red. Mommy will help Spencer to teach your dad a lesson."

Malcolm looked at his hand and smiled, "I didn't use much force, but I didn't expect my son's face to be so tender, like tofu. And it would turn red when I pinched it."

Lyra: "You have strong hands. Spencer's skin is delicate. How can he bear your pinch? If you want to test his mental state, you should let me do it."

As soon as they came back home, he was scolded by her because of the baby. Malcolm looked at Lyra dotingly, "You're right. Next time, you should do it."