The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 790

Concentrating the strange look in her eyes, Lyra put down the comb, went to the washbasin without looking sideways, and cleaned herself.

After a few more minutes, her forehead was slightly wet. Her fair and clean cheeks were free of any makeup. She looked fresh and beautiful, and she walked out of the toilet slowly.

She inadvertently looked at the man wearing a black military coat by the door.

The man still held a cigarette between his fingertips. It had just been lit and it was a new one.

After only a few minutes, another one was smoked?

Two in the morning, and two at night, did he still need his lungs?

As if noticing her gaze, Malcolm turned his head slowly, with his black eyes meeting hers.

But after only looking at each other for two seconds, Malcolm withdrew his eyes dejectedly, and continued to sip his cigarette with a face full of self-denial.

Lyra frowned, walked over, stretched out her hand to grab the cigarette in his hand, and stopped him, "Stop smoking."

Malcolm moved his hand away, and was afraid that she would touch the sparks from the cigarette.

He looked very arrogant, and was completely free from the hurt and sorrow when he introduced himself last night.

"There is only one person in this world who can control me, and that is my wife. If you don't even admit that you're my wife, why should you take care of my business?"

Lyra's face looked cold, with her bright eyes covering her anger, "I'm not, but I have to take care of it too."

She grabbed the cigarette butt forcefully, threw it on the ground, and stomped it out.

"Lucie and I don't smoke. Isn't it too much for you to smell smoke in the room and let us inhale second-hand smoke?"

Being reasonable and well-founded, she was really angry, as if she hated the smoke to the extreme.

But there was no look or word that showed she cared his health.

Malcolm's handsome face paled. He swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, avoided her fierce gaze, and smiled lazily.

"Okay, it's really not good to affect you, then I'll go a little farther away before smoking."

Putting the cigarette case back in his pocket, Malcolm got up to leave.

A strong gust of wind hit his ear, and Malcolm subconsciously turned his head to avoid it, but was grabbed by the collar of his back by her fair hands.

Being annoyed, he fought back with his backhand, but he didn't dare to use too much force.

Lyra dodged, and flexibly showed jujitsu to catch him, using all her strength.

The two fought at the door on the spot.

Lucie, who was the kitchen, heard the movement, and hurried out to persuade, "Oh, what's going on? Why did you start fighting?"

Malcolm froze, stared at Lucie twice, and slowed down the defense.

At the moment when he was distracted, Lyra's eyes turned deterrent, and a beautiful throw over the shoulder directly knocked the man, whose height was 1.88-meter, to the ground.

With her knees on his lower back, Lyra grabbed his hands and held them behind his back.

The hem of the coat was rolled up and quickly wrapped around his hands.

Malcolm was afraid of hurting her if he fought back, so he didn't dare to resist.

The whole process only took a few seconds, without delay.

Lyra didn't suppress her anger anymore. She got up quickly, grabbed Malcolm's collar again, lifted him up and pressed his hands that were held behind her back. Raising her knees, she kicked his strong buttocks twice.

Hiss, it hurt...

His ass must have bruises.

That was a lot harder than he kicked Chad.

Malcolm's legs trembled. He took a deep breath, held back his muffled moan, and let her beat him.

Behind him, Lucie looked dumbfounded at Lyra, who was so powerful.

Anthony, who came out of the wash, leaned half against the wall. His gaze kept on Lyra's face, observing her expression.

Outside the yard, Chad, who had just run two kilometers in the morning, also witnessed this unilaterally suppressed fight.

He widened his eyes in horror.

Did this count... he watched a scene where Malcolm was subjected to "domestic violence"?

At the yard.

Lyra kicked him several times, only kicking the meaty part without hurting the bone.

After the beating, she let go of Malcolm with a cold look, slid her hand into Malcolm's pocket, and took out the cigarette case.

With a snap, the cigarette case was thrown to the ground.

She stepped on it with one foot and it became flat.

She squinted her eyes in disgust. Staring at the pack of cigarettes, as if still feeling angry, she kicked the pack of cigarettes far away.

After dealing with the cigarettes, she stared at the back of Malcolm's head and warned seriously, "I'll tell you one last time, I hate cigarettes. Even if you get out and smoke, as long as I smell of cigarettes on your body, I will feel sick."

"I don't care which big shot you are from Suham. If you stay here, you must abide by my rules. If you dare to smoke in front of me and provoke me, just try it if you are not afraid of being beaten."

She turned around with a cold look, and took Lucie's hand. Her voice softened, "He smells too much of smoke. Lucie, you can't smell it. Don't let him in the house."