The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 259 Rara is jealous. It's possessive

Half an hour?

She ignored him yesterday and he ended up on his knees for almost an hour!

However, this was something Malcolm will not tell her.

He just shook his head with an honest look on his face, "You put the medicine on my hand yourself. I

thought you were the one who forbade me to put the medicine on my knees."

He was afraid his sad-fishing went too far and Lyra would notice, "It was too late after sex so I forgot."

Lyra didn't even notice what was in his mind, because Ethel's words kept lingering in her ears.

It made her feel complicated.

"Does your hand still hurt? Show it to me."

Malcolm spread his left hand out and handed it to her.

Despite last night's medication, his palm was still swollen and purple-red.

"It hurt that badly last night?"

"No, it's because when we had sex, my hands were propped up, my palms were pressed and the blood

was not circulating. That's why my palm was so swollen. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Now it didn't hurt anymore, so she can know that it was really painful last night.

How did she do this then ...

She felt extremely suffocated.

There was a sense of frustration that she had never felt before, making her eyes unconsciously red.

"I'm sorry. She's right. I wasn't good to you at all. I said it's my turn to soil you, but all I brought to you

was hurt."

Malcolm didn't know who the "she" in her words was, but was acutely aware of the slight sob in her

voice.

He lifted her downcast chin with his right hand and saw her teary eyes.

Originally, he just wanted to escape from being beaten up, not to make her cry.

Seeing her being self-condemned and sad, he felt very guilty and stroked her little face with pity.

"Little fool, a few punches from you is considered hurtful? You underestimate your man. And, you beat

me up, which is perfectly justified. It's called fun!"

Lyra turned away, not feeling comforted, "You just want to make me happy. I know it myself!"

Malcolm straightened her body, made her look into his eyes, and said to her seriously and

affectionately.

"I didn't deliberately coax you. You're angry because you're jealous, which is possessive of me. In fact,

I am quite happy. Even if my hands are broken by you, I think it is sweet."

"Moreover, you bring me happiness and warmth like I never have before. I am satisfied to be forgiven

by you, to hold you to sleep at night, to hear you call me Mel, and to do pleasurable things with you."

"Because Rara, I love you. I really, really love you!"

"So do you ... " love me the same way?

These last words stuck in his throat.

He never asked the question.

Ethel's words were stuck in his head, and he thought about all that had happened in the meantime.

She was willing to give him a chance and to be with him, but she really never said a word about loving

him from the beginning to the end.

He was suddenly very afraid.

Afraid that if he asked, Lyra gave an answer that would knock his renewed hope back to the bottom

this time ...

Lyra: "I what?"

Malcolm curbed the strange emotions.

"Nothing. Anyway, whether it's being held by you, kissed by you, slept with or beaten up by you, as

long as that person is you, I'll be happy to do it."

Lyra's heart warmed up a bit and she went to get the swelling cream she had left in the drawer last

night.

She muttered to him as she personally helped him apply the medicine, "You're the one who's stupid, a

big idiot!"

Malcolm just smiled. She was focused on applying medicine for him. Her action was careful and gentle

and he had been very satisfied.

"Rara, so are you not mad about what happened at the charity party?"

Lyra gently grabbed his cheek, "No next time."

Malcolm smiled with abandon, mixing with warmth and joy.

He picked her up.

"Eh eh? What!"

"Since there is impunity, isn't it time for my bedtime massage service!?"

"Wait!" Lyra stopped, being puzzled, "Aren't we just in the bedroom? Where are we going?"

"This is the secondary bedroom. I still prefer to sleep in the master bedroom, spacious, good for sex!"

He smiled evilly.

"Wait!"

Malcolm, who was about to walk out of the room, was paused again, "What's wrong again?"

Lyra, who stayed quietly in his arms, looked up at him, "Your left hand can no longer be pressed.

Otherwise your injury has not been able to heal. One-handed should not be too good, right? Tonight ...

forget it?"

Not good?

Malcolm tightened his eyebrows. His face grew sullen and his tone was cold and proud, "I can do at

least 300 push-ups, even with one hand! I'll give you a try tonight!"

"Eh? Woo!!!"

Lyra was about to say something else when Malcolm kissed her right on the mouth, blocking her

words.

...

In the early morning, Keith got off the plane back to Suham overnight.

Because it was too late, he drove back to his villa.

Usually, he did not come back often and did not arrange for servants to stay at the villa, but Douglas

would have people clean the house inside and out from time to time, so the rooms were clean.

He made his way lightly upstairs to his room and took a shower.

Because he was so tired, he didn't notice the strange smell on the bed.

He turned off the lights, lay down and closed his eyes without stopping.

Until something next to the bed suddenly rolled over and a smooth and fair arm rested on his chest.

Someone was sleeping in his bed?

He immediately woke up and quickly sat up. His big palm choked this person's neck with ruthless

precision.

"Who gave you the guts to walk in here!?"

This person coughed ...

Melissa, who was in a deep sleep, was awake on the spot.

Keith used much of his strength and her face turned red. She can not say a word, but only struggle.

The moonlight coming through the window allowed Keith to vaguely see that it was a woman, and his Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

hand loosened.

"Ahem yes...I'm Melissa ..."

Melissa?

Angle Group's female artist, Lyra's friend from the orphanage?

Keith turned on the light until he got a full view of Melissa's face, then withdrew his hand from around

her neck.

"Why are you in my bed?"

Melissa covered her neck and choked, tears sprouting from her eyes as if she just had a physiological

reaction.

She eased the pain, got up and got out of bed, bowed in a regular manner and explained.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you would be back tonight. I've been stalked by the press and media recently.

My apartment is blocked, so Lyra arranged for me to stay at your villa temporarily. I'm sorry for taking

the liberty to disturb you."

Keith saw the strangulation marks on her neck and felt a bit sorry for her, "Since Lyra arranged it, you

can stay if you want."

"Thank you Mr. Lloyd. Don't worry. I promise I won't give you any trouble." Another bow.

Keith replied softly with "hmm". and his expression returned to normal, and he continued, "But this

room is the master bedroom. Except here, you can pick any other guest room you want."

Melissa bit her lower lip in embarrassment and bowed again, "Sorry sorry sorry! I haven't lived in such

a big house yet. I don't know the rules. Take your time and rest!"

She shrunk her shoulders and left in small steps, just reaching the door and turning back.

Keith, who was about to go back to sleep, was confused.