The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 797

"He must have been taken advantage of by them. He didn't know anything and came here with a single-minded obsession."

Lyra held back her laughter. "With this memory loss, I also want him to give up early, so that he can live a more down-to-earth life in the future and stop thinking about me, Mrs. White."

Uh... That sounded sweet for Malcolm.

"So, when you said you would pick me at the hospital, you said that to Anthony on purpose?"

Lyra cupped his face in her hands and looked into his eyes. "So you saw Anthony at the door, too?"

He just smiled and looked calm.

How could he not know that Anthony was at the door? He just did not want to talk to him.

"Why aren't you answering? Was it really for Anthony? You do care about Anthony... a little bit, don't you?" If Lyra really had amnesia and Anthony found her first, would she really still choose him?

He was afraid to ask that.

He dared not bet on that outcome.

Lyra gently pinched his face. "I did want to tell Anthony, but I did it from the bottom of my heart. I love you for the rest of my life, and you're the only husband I'll ever have."

Malcolm let go of her waist, slowly straightened his knees on the washboard, put one hand on the back of her head, and kissed her with his thin lips.

His kiss was very gentle, mixed with the yearning and attachment these days. It was like savoring a rare treasure. Although he was kneeling on the washboard, he was not humble. He was the strong leader of this kiss.

When kissing, his breathing gradually turned rapid.

His heart was beating fast, and his behavior was becoming extremely aggressive.

Lyra, who had almost lost her breath, pushed him off the shoulders and ended the kiss forcefully after parting ten days.

Wiping the red corners of her mouth, she averted Malcolm's hot gaze, reached for the whip beside her, and changed the subject,

"Now that I don't have to pretend to have amnesia in front of you, you still have to pay for your smoking before."

Malcolm smiled indulgently. "Okay."

Lyra held her breath, not looking into his eyes.

"You smoked four cigarettes in front of me that day. Tell me honestly, how many did you smoke during that time?"

Malcolm thought for a moment, then retorted, "You're exaggerating. I actually only smoked three that day. The fourth one was lit, and you threw it away before I took two puff."

Lyra frowned unhappily. "Is there any difference between three and four? Are you deliberately finding fault with wording? Are you still proud of yourself after having three cigarettes in a few hours?"

"No..."

The more Lyra thought about it, the angrier she became. How could his lungs bear that when he was self-indulgent?

Waving the whip in the air twice, she was eager to try, "Which hand? Stretch out."

Malcolm paused, and obediently held out his left hand.

With a snap sound, she struck his hand, sparing no pains.

The palm of his hand suddenly burst with a hot pain.

Malcolm furrowed his brows slightly. Being motionless, he looked down at his reddened palm.

It hurt.

It hurt like always.

The familiar feeling was back.

The tip of his nose had a sour feeling inexplicably. He was not sad, but happy.

"How can you laugh when you've been beaten?" Lyra stared at him strangely.

He controlled that sour feeling and smiled, "This kind of feeling is really affable."

The beating told him truthfully that his wife came back, his wife did not lose memory and did not forget him.

"You haven't answered yet. How many cigarettes have you smoked during my absence? Have you ever smoked in front of the kids?"

"Maybe..." he thought for a moment. "Maybe..."

"I want the truth," Lyra cautioned.

"Two packs around, not in front of them, but Spencer sniffed it out once."

Lyra frowned deeply. "How many cigarettes in a pack? 20?"

"10 in a pack."

"So you smoked twenty cigarettes in ten days? That's great, Malcolm. You take cigarettes as food? Spencer sniffed it out. Did he cough?"

Malcolm shook his head. "No, I haven't been sleeping very well. I've been smoking to relieve my boredom, and I didn't notice how much I smoked. The day Spencer sniffed it out, I showered and the smell was very bland. It shouldn't have affected Spencer."

After he smoked so many, the explanation was just a cover-up.