The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 672

"No, this person is very cunning. I designed to lead him out. I didn't expect that this was just his fake identity. He arranged a fake to see me. In the end, all the people who died were substitutes."

For a moment, the two men were silent.

Except for the sound of the humidifier in the room, and the occasional whimper from Spencer, it was exceptionally quiet.

"It turns out that you secretly issued a search warrant to catch him."

Anthony can only imagine how nervous the tit-for-tat situation was.

Malcolm snorted. His eyes looked fierce, and the powerful aura exuded from his body made people shudder.

"Although he hasn't been caught, I already have a general impression of his appearance. Once the arrest warrant is issued, his actions will be restricted and he will be caught sooner or later."

Anthony nodded.

As soon as he looked up, he caught sight of the red blood in Malcolm's eyes, thinking that he had not slept well for this matter recently.

Raising his eyebrows, he said a word of concern, which was very rare, "Go and rest. Spencer has me here."

Malcolm's thin lips curled evilly. He tutted, got up and left without saying anything.

In the drab and minimalist lounge of the hospital.

A slender figure was sitting on the bed with her back to the door. Her beautiful back was smooth and attractive, and her skin was flawless.

The faint light dimmed her enchanting and beautiful figure.

Malcolm opened the door softly and saw this scene.

His throat was dry. He swallowed hard and walked over lightly.

Until he walked in that Malcolm saw the reddish scars on her back. And he was stunned.

At that time , Levi only said that she had taken the initiative to be tied in the basement, so as not to be discovered by the enemy, and did not say too many details.

Looking at it now, he felt even more distressed.

Lyra stretched out her arms and took the ointment with the cotton swab to apply it on her back.

"Hiss…"

She frowned and looked slightly painful.

"Let me do it."

A pair of big hands took the things in her hands. He took the ointment and gently applied it to the scar on her back. It was almost painless.

Lyra looked back and saw his eyes that were slightly red with distress in the dim yellow light, so she said softly, "It doesn't hurt. I'm not so delicate. You all think I'm too fragile."

With her fingers, she stroked Malcolm's deeply wrinkled brows, smoothing them inch by inch.

Malcolm didn't answer and didn't argue either.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand and cleared his throat, "Okay."

After that, he kissed Lyra's forehead and whispered, "I'll go to the small bathroom to take a shower."

Lyra nodded.

The sound of the water in the bathroom was pattering.

Lyra lay on her side on the bed and had a dream without knowing it.

Late at night.

There was a feeling of coolness on her back. She moved to the side subconsciously, habitually hugged her husband, but what she touched was cold.

After being confused for only a few seconds, her consciousness turned from hazy to clear.

Next to her was empty on the bed and there was no residual temperature.

Malcolm ...where did he go?