After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 326 Malcolm wakes up and turns mad

He had to walk over and say in a small voice, "Miss Lyra, wake up. It's time for us to go."

This position was not very comfortable, so Lyra was not sleeping well. When Chad spoke, she woke

up.

Rubbing her sore back and arms, she carefully moved out from under the covers, which Chad

hastened to support her.

Just as she put on her slippers and stood up, Lyra realized that the corner of her coat was still being

held by Malcolm's hand.

And, Malcolm, who had been placed on the pillow, furrowed his eyebrows again and grunted softly in a

very unsettled manner.

Chad saw his boss who was like this, sighed and felt bad.

Lyra was even more reluctant. She hoped she could immediately take him into the her arms, kiss him

and be by his side forever.

But it was getting late, and she and Chad had to hurry to the airport to check in.

She tried to wrench Malcolm's hand away and couldn't get it off in two consecutive attempts.

Malcolm clutched it extra tight.

"Rara, don't go to him. Don't go ..."

Like an obsessiveness, he kept murmuring in his dreams, and repeating those words over and over

again.

Lyra's fingers were trembling as she fought back tears, not daring to pull his hand too hard for fear of

waking him up.

Keith came in and reminded her, "Rara, it'll be too late if you don't leave now. He's fine with Micah and

me."

Lyra tried to speak to the unconscious man in the bed ruthlessly in a smooth tone, "Mel, listen, I'm not

leaving. I'm just getting up to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

After saying this, she leaned in and kissed Malcolm's thin lips with a soothing touch, despite the fact

that there were other people in the room.

The ambiguous smell of sweet wafted through the room.

Chad froze, touched his nose awkwardly, and glanced at Keith who was next to him.

Keith wrinkled his brows. He did not look too happy, and did not say anything.

After the kiss, Malcolm settled down a lot and the force on his hand gradually loosened a bit.

Lyra took the opportunity to draw back her coat, pulling Keith over and handing his suit over to Malcolm

to clutch.

"Rara, you?"

Lyra put her index finger to her lips and softly "shushed".

Keith couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed with a helpless face and let the sleeping Malcolm grab

his suit by the hem.

Before she left, Lyra took two last looks at the handsome man in bed that she loved so much.

In less than half a month, she must get the super virus serum back! Malcolm must wait for her in

peace!

She withdrew her thoughts and left the lab with Chad.

The distance from Suham, Crana's famous and wealthy city, to Gellegno in European Swye was

15,336 km. It was a long way, and the fastest direct flight took 13 hours to reach.

Lyra had to catch up on her sleep on the plane, and Chad took a nap as well.

...

By the time Malcolm was completely awake, Lyra had already set off for two or three hours.

"Rara!"

He opened his eyes but his vision was still dark. Nothing can be seen. Subconsciously he clenched the

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However, he was keenly aware that this piece of clothing was not Lyra, as if it was a man's suit.

He immediately withdrew his hand and asked, "Who?"

"Keith."

Keith was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his bass carried no emotion.

"Why did you come? She has told you about my illness?"

Malcolm pushed himself up and leaned over the bed.

He groped with his hands on either side of the bed and found that it was a small bed. He wasn't in Lyre

Spiti. I seemed to be a lab room.

Keith, not going to lie, gave a straightforward "hmm".

Malcolm's tone intensified and asked immediately, "Where is Rara?"

"She ..."

Keith thought for a moment before saying, "She has some personal business and will be away for a

few days."

Malcolm's heart sank and his fists clenched, "Personal business? She promised me she wouldn't go to

him! No!"

His emotions gradually agitated. The whole person was on the verge of uncontrollable madness. He

lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

Because he couldn't see, he missed his step, and the whole body fell to the floor with weightlessness.

Keith froze and didn't want to help for the first time.

But then he was afraid that if his sister came back and found out Malcolm who was injured, she would

blame him for not taking good care of him.

So, at the last moment when Malcolm was about to fall to the ground, he steadily stepped in to help.

"What are you making a fuss about again? Didn't I say just a few days? Be quiet. She might be back

soon!"

"Let go!"

Although being invisible, Malcolm's strength remained. He pushed Keith over.

Keith didn't expect him to get real and was pushed back two steps, "I at least took care of you for half

the night. This is how you repay me?"

"Rara! I want to see Rara immediately!"

He fumbled with his hands and walked so fast and furiously on his bare feet that he once again tripped

over a chair.

"Jeez, what the hell kind of errand is this!"

Keith screamed in agony, and at the last second, he helped Malcolm up, "Will you stop it!? You can't

even get out of this door in this condition. How are you going to find Rara?"

Malcolm's face was cold and his tone was determined, "Leave me alone."

Keith was also angry, "Good intentions as unthinkfulness, okay! You go! I'll see how far you can go!"

In the winter, Malcolm stepped barefoot on the cold floor. His feet were frozen red and he was dressed

thinly.

But it was as if he couldn't feel the cold, he was stubborn, with only one intention in his mind.

To find Rara!

Keith stared at his stumbling and tall figure, leaning to the side and sulking alone.

But noticing Malcolm's red feet, he was a little upset and hardened his attitude: "I'm so impressed! I

don't believe I can't handle a patient with bad eyes!"

He walked up, grabbed Malcolm's arm, and was about to yank him back.

Malcolm made a quick counterattack.

The two men fought on the spot.

Keith was not weak, but this time he really did not win Malcolm.

He was always mindful that Malcolm was invisible and tried to not to really hurt him.

But Malcolm was different. Each strike was with a strong sense of anger. He was real ruthless, plus he

was slightly better than Keith in terms of fighting skills.

Keith quickly fell behind and was struck with a misaligned right shoulder bone.

The pain was so severe that he broke out in a cold sweat.

He had no choice but to rush to call Micah.

Together with Micah, they were able to subdue Malcolm who had gone berserk because he couldn't

find Lyra.

Taking advantage of the gap to knock Malcolm out, the two men tied his hands and feet to the head

and tail of the bed.

Finally there was a moment of silence.

Micah rushed to check Keith's injury and helped him to set the bone.

Keith endured the pain and Micah was superb at rubbing his shoulder, helping him quickly wrench back

the misaligned bone in a matter of seconds.

But Keith's shoulder bone was so swollen that he had to apply it with medicine and take two days off.

Because Keith was beaten for nothing, Micah was angry, "I'll wake him up to beat him."

Taking care of him didn't mean he can let Malcolm bully him!

Keith inhaled to endure the pain and stopped him, "Forget it Micah, why bother with a patient? Besides

I've bullied him before. This time it's even."

Previously, when they were in Frayton, he took credit for Malcolm's jumping off the Crane Bay Bridge to

save Rara, and put Malcolm in the basement without food.

He later learned that Malcolm had a high fever that day.

For this, he had actually been a bit guilty in his heart.