After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 316 Even though she favors, it doesn't stop her from going over old scores

All sorts of emotions of guilt, remorse, and heartache flooded her mind.

She just let him be.

She let out a long sigh and gently patted his arms that were wrapped around her waist to soothe

carefully.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you, ever."

She turned around and Malcolm burrowed into her arms. Burying his face in her waist, his voice was

extremely soft, "So...can you sleep with me tonight? Don't separate ..."

"Okay, no separation. Starting tonight, I'll sleep with you and lull you to sleep, okay?" She rubbed his

good touching short hair.

Malcolm nodded gently.

Lyra took out the robe he had hidden under the pillow and helped him put it on, "It's winter. You're just

recovered. Don't sleep naked. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Malcolm was content to burrow into her arms, smelling the nice scent of her neck. The restlessness

and uneasiness inside his heart gradually dispersed a lot.

Lyra turned off the lamp and fell asleep with him for the first time in a long time.

Not long after she fell asleep.

While drifting off to sleep, she was awakened by the sound of very soft and shallow sobbing next to

her.

By now, her sleepy eyes had adjusted to the dim light, and she could vaguely see Malcolm's head

bowing low and sleeping on her arm.

Feeling a little strange, she touched Malcolm's face, and her fingertips unexpectedly touched the

droplets of water on his long, curly lashes.

"Mel? Why are you sad again?"

Malcolm held her tighter. With a nasal voice, he whispered, "Rara, those lip marks on my body. I don't

know what's going on, and I feel damned, but don't you want me to ..."

So that was what was on his mind.

Discovering his little vulnerability, Lyra felt a little guilty.

She wanted to tell him the truth, but she didn't know how to say it.

If he knew he was being screwed, he would have been furious, right?

After thinking, she patted his back with her palm to soothe his low mood.

"How come? Of course I want you, and I, Lyra Lloyd, will never want another man in my life, except

you."

"You, will be my only preference."

Lyra kissed him gently on the eyes.

She imitated him to patiently kiss away the tears stained on his eyelashes.

Malcolm quietly felt her affection, still being a little apprehensive.

"If you care tonight's incident, you can beat me or scold me. I receive the punishment, but you can no

longer be cold with me. Cold violence is really hard to bear." Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Lyra instantly stopped moving and her tone was gradually lower, "How dare you say that? Who was the

one who made a fuss about withdrawing from me last time, saying that you were tired of me and

engaging in cold violence with me first? Who was it this time, who immediately went cold with me for

two days after injecting the blue potion?"

He was unjustified.

He whispered in grievance, "Didn't we agree before that we wouldn't mention it?"

Lyra chuckled. The softness inside her heart quickly replaced the depression of the past few days.

Even with preferences, it didn't stop her from raking up the past.

"You're allowed to mention it with me and get emotional, but I'm not allowed? It's OK if you don't want

to mention the withdrawing from the marriage thing. What about the cold war two days ago? It's new!"

He buried his head under the quilt and was unable to argue.

The more Lyra thought about it, the more angry she was. He was sick some time ago. For those things

that made her very stifled, she had not dared to think about it. Now that he was better. Was it time to

talk about it?

She was afraid they won't be able to get through tonight without fixing him up a bit.

She sat up, turned on the desk lamp and looked at him askance, "Did you just say you receive the

punishment?"

Five minutes later.

The bedroom regained harmony and quiet.

He wore a plush, gray and thick pajamas and sat by Lyra's makeup table.

A table lamp was lit on the table, and Lyra's phone was still on it, with her What's App QR code on the

screen, and Malcolm had a ballpoint pen and was copying it onto paper at twice the size of the

magnification.

On his head topped with the limited-edition tonic water he had given Lyra earlier, and the cap was

unscrewed.

The water inside, which was so full that it was almost close to the mouth of the bottle, did not leak a

drop under his excellent fixation.

Lyra leaned against the bed and watched quietly for a while.

She was with a guilty conscience if she really hit him.

If she let him kneel on the wash board, she would be heart-ached and she could not bear it.

So she simply found a way to torture him and consume his exuberant energy.

"Draw it until the phone can scan it. Don't spill my water. I have not used it yet. It's precious. If you spill

a drop, you will need to draw more."

She gave a graceful yawn.

He was drawing the QR code. He had the perfect jaw line, straight back. When he was serious, the

aura of his body became very cold.

She admired it for a while, looked at him slightly for a few minutes, quickly came to doze off, shrunk

into the warm blanket and went back to sleep.

Malcolm glanced at her. Seeing that she was asleep, he sighed silently.

...

He didn't know how long it took, but Lyra was just falling asleep.

She shivered gently as the cold air suddenly entered her nest, and her waist was hugged from behind

by him.

He was punished while she was sleeping comfortably here.

Malcolm was depressed and indulgently rubbed his cold face against her warm little face.

Lyra felt frozen, gritted her teeth, and asked while feeling sleepy, "What for? Finished?"

Malcolm continued to rub against her, recklessly claiming the warmth of her body.

"Well, it was done in half an hour."

He was in the army before, and had learned drawing. His skills were very good. He was smart and

soon found an easy and fast way to draw the code. It was not difficult for him.

Lyra was already getting sleepy and gently responded, "Okay, then go to sleep."

She habitually took his big cold hands and moved herself into his arms to help him get warm quickly.

Malcolm hugged her in his arms, seemingly unsatisfied. His cold thin lips kissed her earlobe restlessly,

with his breathing gently spraying her ear.

Lyra was a little itchy and rubbed her ears with her hands when she heard his magnetic voice behind

her, "Rara, I can't sleep."

"Keep drawing if you can't sleep, and draw until you're sleepy."

Malcolm was not happy, "But, I'm hungry."

"There's food downstairs. Go down and get it yourself." She said in a daze.

"But ..."

The aura of danger gradually approached.

Lyra was still waiting for him to say something when she was suddenly forced over by a strong force.

He lightly rubbed the tip of her nose.

"But I want to eat you!"

She woke up instantly, "Wait a minute! You can't!"

By the time she reacted, it was too late!

This was called sleeping with him? This was clearly to send a sheep into the wolf's mouth!

He was a son of a bitch!

Malcolm had regained his former strength, and her resistance was worthless in front of him.

After a night of tossing and turning, Lyra experienced backache!