After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 287 Malcolm is jealous, so you stay away

Lyra did not speak. Her face was stony and she was still very uneasy.

Malcolm went on to add, "I've been recuperating at home for more than half of a month. If I don't go

out, the outside world will get suspicious."

"All right." Lyra compromised, "But you are not allowed to drink alcohol at the party, only juice. If you

dare to drink secretly without my knowledge, you will have to suffer!"

She grunted twice and glared at him.

Like a small wildcat with outstretched claws, it can tickle his heart but he can't help it.

Malcolm's long fingers threaded through her silky black hair, gently lifted the back of her head up,

leaned in, and kissed her with his thin lips.

After a long kiss, he pursed his lips, being a bit reminiscent, "Juice and wine are not as sweet and

delicious as you."

Lyra helped him put on the ghost face, gently nudged his shoulder and pouted, "Glib!"

The two joked around and slowly made their way out the door. They sat in the black Shelby limited

edition supercar and went together to the Frazier family's villa.

Irene's birthday party was officially held from 7pm.

Lyra and Malcolm arrived at the Frazier family half an hour early.

When they arrived, there were not many guests at the scene.

Irene saw them appear arm-in-arm, rolled her eyes quietly and pretended to greet them warmly, "Miss

Lloyd, Mr. Malcolm, you're early."

Lyra just smiled slightly and didn't answer the question.

Malcolm did not even look at Irene. His dark eyes were deep and cold, and his ghostly face brought a

feeling of mystery to him.

Being ignored, Irene was a little upset and didn't bother to pretend, so she turned her head and went to

chat with a celebrity she knew well.

Garrett was alone, sitting a short distance away and drinking. He was jubilant to hear Lyra arrive.

But she never saw him, as if she hadn't seen him all along. After greeting his father, Oscar Frazier, and

mother, Jane, she just kept on laughing with Malcolm.

He was so bored that he took the initiative to walk up and get close, "Lyra, it's been a long time. How

have you been?"

Lyra's face was flat, and her voice was detached, "Mr. Frazier, I'm fine." Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Garrett was lost, "You won't even call me Garrett now? Why are we suddenly at odds with each other?"

Lyra frowned by what he said. What Garrett meant as if they were close before, so he was deliberately

irritating Malcolm ?

As expected, Malcolm's face was sullen and his eyes were shifty.

Lyra straightened his collar before he got angry, rubbed the back of his neck intimately with her

fingertips, and spoke to Garrett.

"Mr. Frazier, I think you misunderstood me. I have always been just ordinary friends with you. We're not

at odds. Moreover, my fiancé is jealous. Mr. Frazier, you can not say such a thing to make him

misunderstand."

Malcolm's face returned to normal after she soothed him, and his arms wrapped around her waist.

Garrett's heart went cold.

After Melvin, who was hard to get along with, died, the most tricky Malcolm came.

Moreover, Lyra had fallen in love with Malcolm in such a short period of time and was living with him!

Garrett thought he liked her for more than a decade and was the most loving and suitable man for her.

Seeing that he had no chance at all, he was very reluctant, "Lyra, I have a few words to say to you

alone. After I finish I will definitely not pester you anymore. For the sake of us being friends, can I?"

Lyra didn't even want to think about it and refused directly, "Mr. Frazier, you should know Malcolm and I

were in the news some time ago and were known as the sweetest couple in the upper class. Today

Miss Frazier invites a lot of stars, so I guess a lot of media will also come here."

"It's not easy to explain if it's caught on camera. So Mr. Frazier, you can say whatever you want to say

here. There is nothing Malcolm can't hear."

Malcolm's restless heart gradually calmed down, and he took the initiative to clasp Lyra's palm and

interlock his fingers with hers.

The two smiled at each other and had no qualms about showing their love.

Garrett was severely stimulated, "Lyra, for you, I am not afraid to anger the White family. The old Mr.

White arranged women for Mr. Malcolm before. They were scarred and sent out lying. He is violent and

ruthless to women. There is a rumor that he has the fetish to abuse women."

"He's pretending to be nice to you now. And maybe he just scruples about the face of the Lloyd family

and hides his dirty side. If you do marry him, it could be a hellish nightmare! I've known you since we

were kids. I won't harm you!"

Malcolm's face was expressionless. Listening to his nonsense, he was inwardly calm and unruffled.

However, he was a little curious. He did not have a good reputation at that time, but Lyra never asked a

question about it.

The two men looked at Lyra at the same time.

Lyra froze and laughed elegantly, "It's just a rumor. Mr. Frazier, why so serious? Moreover, with his

ability, the rumor is probably spread out by himself. This call integrity. Beside me, he dare not touch

other women."

Garrett blushed profusely and was blocked from saying a word.

Lyra: "Mr. Frazier, there's still some time before the party starts. Malcolm and I would like to wander

around alone, so excuse us."

After she finished, she held Malcolm and left, leaving Garrett standing in the same place, despondent

and disappointed.

Not far away on the second floor's balcony, Irene looked at her brother and glanced at Lyra's back with

progressive and malicious intent.

"Bitch!"

Ethel, who got the exquisite made-up, was standing beside her and patting her shoulder as if to comfort

her. She was also looking at Lyra and Malcolm, with a meaningful smile.

"Don't rush. You've got a few big shows scheduled for tonight, so stay calm."

...

In the garden, Lyra and Malcolm were hanging out.

Malcolm : "Rara, do you really trust me that much? Aren't you afraid that I've really done something ...

cruel to another woman in the six months that I haven't reunited with you?"

While no one was around, Lyra twisted his ear and her breath cold, "Looks like you've thought about

doing this again?"

"Hiss, it hurts. I'm joking ... careful not to be photographed. Tomorrow's headline will be your domestic

violence against me."

Malcolm's features were distorted together and he complained with grievance.

Having said that, he bent down almost naturally, being afraid that Lyra would get tired of holding her

arm up.

Lyra laughed and let go, rubbing his ears, "If it does make the news, you will be forced to admit to the

public tomorrow that you're a hen-pecked husband. So it doesn't seem like a loss to me."

Malcolm: "No, I'm losing out! Then I'll have to find you to correct my behavior!"

"You wish."

Lyra, of course, knew what he was referring to when he said "correct his behavior", rolled her eyes at

him, and took the lead in the front of the path.

Malcolm immediately followed, clutching her palm with care, as if to prevent her from losing himself.

Although he had those unpleasant rumors, Lyra never asked and he still walked and took the initiative

to explain to her.

"Grandpa did send a woman to my bed before. I let Chad pretend to be a ghost and stun that woman.

So she was taken out of the White Manor. After this, Ryan deliberately spread it out, trying to discredit

me. And the rumor got weird ... "

The two were chatting when Butterfly Girls' assistant suddenly approached them.

"Ms. Lloyd! I finally found you. Melissa and the girls are in trouble backstage. Please go over there and

take a look!"