The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 798

The breeze blew in gently, and the silk curtains of the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows swayed with the wind, blurring the two figures who were having sex.

Lyra's cheeks were peachy, and she adjusted her breathing.

For more than ten days, they missed, worried, and cared about each other.

In the end, it all turned into the intimate behavior following Malcolm's siege.

Lyra's eyes were half-opened in a daze, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked Malcolm's Adam's apple, which was sweating a little bit.

The teeth marks that she caused in the morning still had shallow traces.

She was satisfied, and felt more and more that his love was too warm.

Once she had it, she was afraid of losing it.

Amnesia, serious injuries, and even death were unbearable in their lives.

"What are you thinking? Can you concentrate?"

Her wrist was grabbed and raised above her head. Malcolm softly reprimanded her, and kissed her again.

In the middle of the afternoon, it was sunny outside.

Lyra felt dizzy and didn't know what time it was now.

Her low back was painful.

She didn't want to move at all.

Malcolm hugged her and went to the bathroom ...

She was dying and so tired that she can fall asleep.

Lyra regretted it.

His passionate love that she hadn't seen in the past ten days was too strong.

After taking a shower, Malcolm helped her dress, put on a windbreaker for her, and fastened the buttons meticulously.

"If you still feel too tired, take a good rest at home and we'll go to the lab tomorrow."

With Jimmy taking care of those two little kids, there will be no major problems, and the most important thing was that he can't let his wife feel tired again.

"It's okay. I'll sleep in the lab later. It's the same."

Malcolm knew that she had decided herself, and since she said she would go, she would not change her mind easily, so he stopped trying to persuade her.

After changing his clothes, he carried up Lyra all the way downstairs, and they left Lyre Spiti.

Lyra wrapped her arms around his neck and asked in a low voice, "Why do you look so energetic? Are you not tired at all?"

He pursed his lips and had a smile, "Do you think your husband, me, is very powerful now? Am I physically strong?"

Lyra pinched the tips of his ears lightly, feeling a little suffocated.

"Next time, stop appropriately. Otherwise it will delay things too much."

Malcolm raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully, "You don't like it? But when we were in the bathroom just now, you still..."

Ah, he can't say that! He can't!

As soon as he mentioned it, she will think of those scenes that would make her blushing and heart beat fast ...

Lyra covered his mouth and gave him a fierce look, but her cheeks blushed silently, "You are so bold. Aren't you not afraid eavesdropping?"

"What are you afraid of? Who can say comment on the private matters between us? But Rara, we have been married for five years, why are you still so shy?"

As long as they knew what they did, Lyra thought there was no need to speak it out.

She changed the subject and asked, "Can you ask the chauffeur to drive for us?"

Malcolm shook his head and refused, "No, I'll drive by myself."

"Does your butt hurt when sitting?"

Malcolm leaned over and kissed her lips, and his voice was charming, "Minor injury, I can bear it."

Fine.

After all, it was his punishment for smoking two packs of cigarettes in ten days. Lyra didn't say much, and he carried her to the garage.