The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 792 Subconscious care cannot be hidden

Chad didn't take Anthony far away, and heard the gunshot clearly. And he had already headed the

place where the gun was shot.

Anthony followed him too.

In the field, the breeze blew, and the wheat swayed with the wind.

There was a very light rustling sound.

Malcolm put his phone down and looked back at Lyra's face.

After ten days of separation, it seemed that it had been a long time since he had seen her so closely.

Her skin, without any cosmetics, was tender, fair and tight, and her eyebrows were slightly drawn

together, with a hint of melancholy.

Malcolm couldn't help stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, when his dark eyes were full of

attachment. He swallowed hard and wanted to kiss his wife a little bit.

But Lyra didn't remember who he was. If he kissed her, will he be beaten?

Looking at each other, Lyra quickly avoided his gaze and the touch of his fingers.

"Mr. White, whether we are a couple, it has yet to be verified. Please be more self-respecting."

In such a critical moment, he still thought about teasing her.

Malcolm curled his lips disapprovingly, "Don't worry. The wheat field in front of us is a bunker. And that

person should be thinking of going down the mountain and fleeing quickly, instead of continuing to

shoot when it's not certain."

He stared at Lyra's lips and swallowed hard again. Controlling his reason, instead of kissing her, he

smiled.

"I just heard you cared about me. Did you remember something?"

Lyra turned her eyes away, and snorted proudly, "You're thinking too much. It's just that the accident

happened so suddenly. I didn't expect to see your blood."

"Ahh..."

He frowned suddenly, covered his arm in pain, and his whole body went limp.

Lyra immediately asked, "Where does it hurt? Did you hurt your arm bone? Take off you clothes and let

me take a look."

Her subconscious concern cannot be hidden.

Malcolm restrained the pain and furrowed his brows. Smiling, he felt very satisfied, "I am injured but

why are you so nervous? You still say you don't remember me? Are you deliberately not wanting to

recognize me? Are you still angry with me?"

Lyra was startled, and quickly realized that he had just been cheating on her.

Feeling furious, she grabbed Malcolm's collar and pulled it hard, pulling him onto her body.

With her head raised, she bit his Adam's apple, leaving two rows of shallow teeth marks.

She was laughing wantonly.

"I have been pressed for so long, so I should ask for something."

After finishing her words, she raised her hand quietly, and pinched hard on his firm buttocks.

"Mr. White, it feels good. You must have been working out regularly. It seems I was merciful this

morning. I didn't kick you hard enough."

She teased and smiled. Her fair face, without makeup, was naturally charming, as if she was teasing a

cute guy.

Malcolm: "I came out of the army. I have been training since I was a child. It definitely feels good, but NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

this morning I was still hurt from kicking, and my buttocks are bruised."

Lyra was stunned a little bit, quickly snorted and looked away.

He smoked four cigarettes, and was only kicked by her four times in the morning.

"You deserve it."

She didn't feel bad at all but just felt that it wasn't cruel enough, which made him indulge himself so

much these days, and didn't take his body seriously at all.

Malcolm observed her expression clearly. Seeing that there was only a moment of astonishment on her

face, and there was no look of wanting to feel sorry for him, he couldn't help lowering his eyes in

disappointment.

"Did I think too much? Rara, do you really forget about me?"

Lyra pushed him away, didn't let him continue to press herself, and corrected him like yesterday, "Mr.

White, I don't know you."

She squatted down, vigilantly observed her surroundings, and planned to leave under the cover of the

wheat.

"The gunshot just now must be heard from the house. I'll go back and see Lucie first."

After speaking, she took away the basket, which was full of cabbages, and left the field flexibly.

Malcolm watched her figure, sighing heavily.

He raised his hand and touched his Adam's apple again. It hurt a little.

Did she really not remember or fake it?

Even if she really didn't remember him, her reaction was still very suspicious, but...wouldn't she blush

and have a heartbeat racing when being pressed on the field by a strange man like this?

Without thinking too much about it, Malcolm quickly got up and followed Lyra's footsteps.

Chad went after the person who shot. It should be fine to hand the task over to Chad, because Malcolm

had to protect his wife's safety first, and can't lose her again.

The two returned to the house one after the other.

Lucie was standing in the yard, pacing back and forth anxiously.

As soon as she saw Lyra approaching, Lucie immediately stepped forward and took her hand, "What's

going on? I just...how did I hear the gunshot? Are you not injured?"

Lyra shook her head, "Don't worry. We're fine. Lucie, how about you? Did you see anyone suspicious?"

"I was just feeding chickens in the back yard. I'm fine. There are not many residents on the nearby hills,

and most of them have moved to the city. How can there be any suspicious people passing by here?"

Lyra looked around, with a calm expression, "That's good."

Malcolm stood by and watched for a while, then walked over slowly, beckoning Lyra and Lucie to enter

the house.

When the two entered the room, he closed the door.

The room was instantly dark.

Lucie was frightened, turned on the light quickly, ran to the door and slammed on the door panel,

asking Malcolm who was just outside the door, "Mr. White, what are you doing?"

Malcolm said deeply, "There was a gunshot in the forest, and the opponent's weapon is not bad. You

two have no ability to protect yourself. It's best to stay in the house and don't go anywhere. I will open

the door after dealing with the people hiding in the dark.”

He put the deadbolt on the door, locked the door firmly, and then continued with a faint unease, "Lucie,

help me take care of Rara."

"Huh? Mr. White? Mr. White!" There was no movement outside the door, and Lucie was about to die of

depression, "Why he does so? Forcibly locking us here."

Compared to her anxiety, Lyra looked very calm.

"Outside is very dangerous. If there are still people hidden in the mountains shooting, it will hurt you."

"Okay, okay."

Lyra looked up at her expression, and said, "I heard they are all from the army. They are very skilled. I

think they will protect our safety. We just need to stay here and wait for a while."

Lyra believed that Malcolm and Chad's many years of practical experience in NIB will handle this

matter quickly, and she did not need to worry.

She wanted to take this opportunity to have a chat with Lucie than the gunshot just now.

Lucie walked slowly back to the wooden sofa, sat down, fingers twitching, seemed a little nervous.

Lyra looked at her and asked with a smile, "It's obviously safer in the house, why do I feel like you're

getting nervous instead?"

"Am... am I nervous? No, I'm just a little worried about them." Lucie smiled as if answering a question to

herself. She was in her forties, and looked kind when she smiled.

Lyra leaned over, sat beside her, and spoke to her in a gentle voice, "I'm still alive, and I really want to

thank you. Otherwise I might have died a long time ago."

Lucie took Lyra's hand backhand and tapped it earnestly.

"You are too polite. I am lonely all the year round. Anyway, I am idle. Since you're here, my life has

been much happier."

Lyra smiled slightly.

Lucie continued, "However, from your self-cultivation and temperament, as well as those three

gentlemen, I can tell that you should be a lady from a rich family. You've always had a family, and

staying in my little place isn't an option..."

She paused, thought for a while, and asked sincerely, "In the past few days, I see that Mr. White and

Mr. Callahan are sincere to you. You have to choose one, in case you really have a family and children.

You have to return to your family."

Lyra didn't answer right away, but just stared at Lucie for a while.

Why did it sound like she wanted her to leave quickly and leave here with the three men?