The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 801

Lyra placed the breakfast tray on the nightstand and turned to help him up.

"You fell? You were too busy working yesterday?"

Malcolm shook his head. "My feet are numb."

Lyra helped him back to the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed to massage his legs, relieving the blood pressure caused by prolonged immobility.

"Feeling better?"

He nodded. He hadn't seen the kids so he asked, "Where are Spencer and Momo?"

"They just had breakfast in the lab cafeteria, went to the basketball court in the back with Jimmy and Chad to play badminton. Spencer spends a lot of time in the hospital bed. It'd better get some exercise."

As Lyra spoke, Malcolm stared at her intently and smiled. "Why aren't you going?"

"I'm here to see you. I haven't eaten yet. Chad said you haven't eaten well while I was away."

Malcolm furrowed his brow and noticed the point of her remarks.

Chad, that son of a bitch, took the opportunity to report him.

Lyra seemed to know what he was thinking, and her finger poked him between his eyes, muttering,

"Don't give Chad a hard time. I told him to tell me. You didn't take your body seriously enough to deserve a beating."

Malcolm laughed, and not only was he not afraid of being punched, he leaned over and gave her a kiss on her sweet, soft cheek.

Lyra looked at him seriously, trying not to laugh, but also feeling a little helpless.

What else can she do? He was her husband.

She raised an eyebrow and motioned to Malcolm to look at the breakfast on the nightstand, "Hurry up and eat. It's not good for your stomach if the soy milk gets cold. Forget about your irregular life before. Now that I'm back, I must quickly adjust your daily routine. If you dare to drink too much, smoke too much, skip meals, or stay up all night, I'll leave you alone. I'll bring you to the White Mansion and ask Charles to discipline you according to the White family rules."

If he really got beaten by the whip, the injuries wouldn't improve in ten or a half month. It was not comparable with the whip Lyra had.

Though Lyra's words were harsh and she was softhearted, this was a direct threat, and she would never let him be whipped.

But Malcolm was threatened because Lyra said she would leave him alone.

He leaned over, put his arm around Lyra's waist, kissed her eyes and eyebrows, and replied obediently, "Yes, I will listen to you."

Lyra clicked her tongue and pushed his face away, stopping him from kissing.

"Eat."

Malcolm nodded, feeling satisfied.

It was nice having her around.

He picked up the breakfast tray from the nightstand, put it on his lap, wiped his hands with a wet tissue, and began to peel the eggs.

Lyra sat by the bed and watched him eat.

A whole hard-boiled egg would put in his mouth

Lyra was frowning. Big mouth?

How come when she kissed him, she didn't feel that his mouth was so big? An egg was directly stuffed...

Malcolm chewed the egg slowly, and his fingers, after peeling the egg, were wiped with a wet paper towel, as if he loved to clean himself.

His every gesture was very elegant. When the Adam's apple was gently rolling, he had a mouthful of soy milk, showing the perfect side of the neck and jaw lines, which was extremely sexy and eye-pleasing.

Clearly they were just an ordinary egg and a glass of soy milk. His posture made him look like he was having a French meal which was particularly delicious.