The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 789

After blowing out the smoke ring, he licked his teeth lightly, and deliberately raised his handsome eyebrows at Lyra.

His appearance was a bit flirtatious, but also extremely provocative.

His face was full of fearlessness as if he had not been beaten for a long time.

Very infuriating!

More infuriating than Anthony!

He was such an extremely arrogant man, but his hands trembled so much that he could barely hold the cigarette.

It was his first time to provoke his wife by smoking like this. He was afraid, nervous, and forced himself not to be frightened.

Lyra stared at him from a distance, expressionless.

She looked at him several more times, sneered, and turned to go to a small outhouse.

She didn't even say a word to him.

Malcolm was speechless.

There was no particular reaction, let alone anger.

A sense of loss came one after another. He slumped his shoulders, and pursed his slightly bitter lips.

Like a peacock spreading its tail, no one appreciated the pain and sadness after that.

After two minutes of decay, the door of the small outhouse opened again.

With a squeak, Malcolm quickly straightened his back, pretended to be nonchalant, and continued to smoke.

He deliberately turned sideways so that Lyra could clearly see his movements of breathing smoke from behind.

His jawline was extremely sharp under the moonlight, and his profile was extremely handsome under the lingering smoke.

He even raised his chin slightly so that Lyra could clearly see his Adam's apple.

With the action of smoking, his Adam's apple was extremely sexy and sensual, and it was a sultry and unbeatable style.

But this time, Lyra, who came out of the house, didn't even look at him.

By glancing at her, Malcolm watched her enter the house without looking away.

With a bang, the door closed.

That was totally in vain.

She didn't want to talk to him at all.

His eyes were red, his fingers holding the cigarette were cold, and his face turned pale inch by inch. He so wronged.

Seeing him smoking, his wife didn't react at all...

She didn't even bother to give him a look.

If she remembered him, Lyra would never be so tolerant of smoking.

Because of Spencer's disease, his heart was not good congenitally, and his respiratory tract was not well. Letting the kid inhale second-hand smoke will aggravate the condition.

Therefore, no smoking was an order in the family law, and it was also Lyra's limit.

Recently he smoked, one after another, and puffed with enjoyment in front of Lyra.

Lyra's only sneer just now was just like mocking a peacock that opened its tail to court.

Amnesia?

So what happened to those moves tonight? Anthony might not see it, but he couldn't be wrong.

Distraught for a moment, Malcolm burned the whole cigarette unconsciously.

He raised his boots, crushed the cigarette butts, opened the pack of cigarette, picked up one from it, and lit it.

Keep smoking.

The buzzing sound of the lighter was quite obvious in the quiet late night.

Malcolm was not reconciled.

He had an urge to smoke the entire pack that Chad had left, betting that Lyra still cared about him.

But when the second one was almost finished, he gave up.

Even if Lyra really didn't remember him, if she regained her memory in the future and mentioned his brilliant record of daring to smoke a whole pack of cigarettes a night, sooner or later she will have to settle the score, and she will probably find a way to beat him to death.

Even if he died, the thick whip might not even break.

He can't take this bet. That was terrible.

Reluctantly putting the pack of cigarette back into his pocket, he stamped out the second cigarette, returned to the house with a bored look, closed the wooden door, and returned to the floor in the living room.

Chad had already slept out of order, and occupied the entire floor, not even a corner left.

The whole room was filled with his comfortable snoring.

Scowling, Malcolm lightly kicked him on the leg.

No response, he was sleeping like a dead pig.

The anger in Malcolm's heart was burning violently.

Chad dared to sleep so soundly that he completely forgot the rules of NIB that he could only sleep lightly when performing tasks.

He really wanted to beat Chad, but he was afraid of waking up other people, so he could only slowly squat down, reach out and pinch the soft flesh on the inner side of Chad's arm.

"Ahh!"

Chad was dreaming, but he was suddenly woken up by the pain in his arm.

He blinked sleepily, rubbed his poor arm, and stared innocently at Malcolm's dark face.

"Bro?" Did he make a mistake?

Malcolm opened his mouth, wanted to reprimand, but finally just sighed, "Sleep farther away. You're taking my place."