The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 744

"Really, what am I expecting?"

The higher the expectation she had, the greater the disappointment she finally got. She clearly knew it...

She sighed and looked at the milk. Thinking that Anthony just said that it should not be wasted, she picked up the milk, sipped it like wine, and drank the whole glass of it.

Unfortunately, milk was unlike alcohol which can numb nerves and relieve worries.

Mavis finished sorting out the computer data and turned off the computer. She returned to the bedroom. Anthony had just finished taking a shower. His bathrobe was tightly wrapped, and his short hair was dripping with water.

The two just looked at each other by the bathroom door.

Mavis stared at his face, feeling startled.

Just after coming out of the misty bathroom, Anthony's whole body became soft and refreshing.

The water droplets on his face, coupled with the short dripping hair, made that delicate and handsome face extraordinarily evil.

Mavis looked at him, blushing unconsciously.

He was really... too attractive, too lustful...

With such a stunning man in front of her, and he had just finished taking a shower, who can resist?

She lowered her eyes, lowered her head and stared at her toes, preventing herself from thinking about his figure under the bathrobe.

"Mr. Callahan, the contract you gave me has been entered. I put it on the computer desktop. You can check it at any time when you're free. I checked it before turning off the computer, and there should be no typos."

She tried her best to find a topic to relieve her inner embarrassment.

Anthony gave a light "um". His face was unbelievably flat. He didn't plan to really check her work, and he didn't plan to praise her for knowing how to check before turning off the computer to reduce the error rate.

"Go and take out the quilt and pillow. I'll rest after drying my hair."

"Okay... okay."

Mavis bypassed him, went to the dressing room, took out the quilt and pillow from the closet, and quickly and skillfully prepared for him.

When she was hesitating whether to call Anthony to rest, or she would preemptively occupy the sofa, lest Anthony curled up on the sofa and slept uncomfortable, he came over, and gently pushed her arm away from her position.

Before she could react, he was already lying down involuntarily, with a very lazy and elegant posture.

Mavis froze.

He was really... fast enough.

Anthony looked at his phone unintentionally, and looked at her after a few seconds, "What are you doing standing in front of me? Want to sleep with me?"

Why so explicit? "You think too much."

"Then what are you doing standing there? Just do whatever you need to do. Don't get in my way here."

Mavis had nothing to say but turned to wash her face.

...

The next morning.

Lyre Spiti was full of childish laughter.

Molly woke up in the morning refreshingly, ran all over the bed, and acted as a little wolfhound, howling.

Lyra sat on the edge of the bed and helped her put on her little trousers, failing to catch her a few times.

Malcolm made breakfast and saw Molly restless as soon as he went upstairs.

He scowled and scolded solemnly, "Molly, don't make trouble. You will tire my wife by running like this."

"Ugh..." Molly was afraid of him, pouted, stopped her restless behavior, and corrected him in a low voice, "Daddy, Mommy is my mommy first, then your wife."

Malcolm glanced at her. "If she isn't for my first wife, you'd be just a little tadpole wandering around."