The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 260 Mel is really physically weak?

Melissa bowed twice in a row and went back to the bed, "Sorry Mr. Lloyd! I've used the sheets and

covers. I don't suppose you don't mind it?"

Keith seemed to understand her somewhat and got up and got out of bed.

"I'm really sorry to bother you ..."

Melissa continued to apologize as if she was reciting scripture, while quickly collecting the sheets and

bedding in her hands, and then bowed and left.

Keith looked at the large bed that was instantly empty. He smiled helplessly, took out the spare quilt

from the cupboard and made it up himself.

Just a few minutes ago, Melissa said fifteen times of sorry and bowed twelve times!

She was a little silly and cute?

Tat was interesting.

Early morning.

Soft daylight poured through the floor-to-ceiling screen and onto the bedroom's minimalist bed.

When Malcolm woke up, Lyra was already awake and was leaning on the bed, playing on her cell

phone with an extraordinarily focused look.

He was baffled, "Playing on your phone early in the morning. Are you addicted lately?"

"No, I'm buying you something."

Rara wanted to give him a gift again? This time it should be something normal, right?

"What do you want to buy? Let's see."

Lyra didn't feel anything wrong and explained in a casual tone, "It's just a box of Viagra, kidney

supplements, and ..."

Viagra and kidney supplements?

The more Malcolm heard, the more odd it seemed, and he looked at her grimly, "You're buying all these

things for me? Am I not good enough to satisfy you?"

"No, no, no!"

Lyra shook her head, "You're great. But you said last night you could do at least three hundred push-

ups, but you ended up doing only one hundred ..."

Had she been consumed him lately?

And his body got weak?

This was a big problem. She needed to buy more kidney tonics and give Malcolm a workout!

Malcolm looked at her in shock.

Just one hundred?

No more!

No way!

The thing he was most proud of, after one night, was questioned by the woman he loved most!

As a man, his pride was extremely thwarted!

It was just like a calm lake where there a huge wave.

The anger in his chest tumbled.

It was more violent than the atomic bombing!

"Lyra Lloyd, I'll show you again whether I can do it or not!"

"Mel!!!"

Lyra struggled to no avail.

She expressed great regret!

...

Keith was awakened by the smell of food wafting in through the window.

It was the smell of fried eggs.

Melissa was cooking in the kitchen?

He got up, washed and changed into his suit, and then slowly went downstairs.

In the kitchen, she was busy in cocking. The table had been set with hot milk, baked toast, fried eggs

and fruit.

Melissa took two bowls of porridge and came out just to meet Keith's gaze in time.

"Mr. Lloyd, good morning."

She put the bowls on the table and took the initiative to help him pull out the chair, "I don't know if my

cooking meets your taste. Would you like to try it?"

Keith was thinking of going to Reginald's for breakfast. To him, Melissa was still a stranger. He had

always been wary of strangers.

But looking at Melissa's harmless and simple smile, he stepped over and took his seat.

The porridge tasted good, and the eggs was just right, which was unexpectedly delicious.

"Actually, you don't have to do that. If you want to stay here for a while, I can arrange for two servants

to come and take care of you."

Melissa was slightly shocked and her face was full of flattery, "No Mr. Lloyd, I'm already bothering you

by staying here. I'm very good at housework and cooking. I have to do something to make me feel

better."

Keith saw her expression that was sincere and very insistent. She was a pretty self-reliant girl, so he

did not say anything else.

After the meal, Keith rarely went out immediately, but sat on the sofa to read the newspaper.

Only when Melissa had cleaned up the kitchen and was ready to go out did he say, "You're going to

Bana today for a magazine cover shoot?"

"Yes, how do you know?" Melissa stood with her bag in her hand, being confused.

Keith put down the newspaper, "Just checked your schedule. Let's go. I'll give you a ride."

"Huh? Don't bother, Mr. Lloyd. I can just walk down the hill by myself. My agent's car will pick me up

later."

Keith got up. He was very gentle, and his voice was bass and steady, "I have to go out as well. I can

drop you off on the way down the mountain only. Then you can get into your agent's car."

"That ... thank you, Mr. Lloyd."

The hill was quite large. The driveway was a loop, and it took at least an hour to walk down, which was

time-consuming and laborious.

When they arrived at the bottom of the hill, Melissa got out of the car in a disciplined manner and

bowed once again in a proper manner towards Keith, "Thank you Mr. Lloyd for the ride. Will you be

back for dinner tonight? I'll cook for you in advance for dinner, OK? I always feel like I owe something if

I don't make up."

Keith watched her as she began to bow again cautiously, mingling with a sense of detachment as if she

were putting a thick barrier over her entire body.

He frowned. He wanted to say that she did not need to take it to heart at all for it was not a big deal, but

he did not know how to speak.

For Corey's cheating thing, he had checked this morning, but was quite heartbroken for Melissa who

was such a simple and kind girl, and hurt by such a scum.

"Okay, you can cook if you want. I'll probably be done by 7pm at the latest."

"Yes, Mr. Lloyd. You take care."

Another bow.

Keith saw it, didn't say anything, and silently rolled up the window.

Jalen, the special assistant who was on the passenger seat, glanced at Keith's face.

"Boss, don't you have an embassy assignment this afternoon? Can you make it back at 7:30?"

Keith had forgotten about it, "Then let the embassy know I have something going on for the night and

ask them to either hold it earlier or change the date."

Why didn't he inform Melissa and didn't go back to have dinner?

Jalen looked in the rear-view mirror and snickered. Melissa was still standing on the side of the road. "It RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

seems you're quite special to this Melissa."

Keith looked askance at him and said with a light tone, "She is Lyra's good friend. She helped Lyra a lot

in the orphanage. She is good to Lyra, so I protect her a little only."

"So that's it." Jalen nodded thoughtfully.

After Keith left, Melissa quickly got into the car and set off, not noticing the flash of a figure around the

opposite corner.

White Corp.

Chad took the data book and knocked on the door of the president's office.

When he came in, he saw his boss sitting at his chair and he was staring at his right hand.

"Boss, what are you looking at?"

In front of Chad, Malcolm was not shy, "I've been feeling weird about my body lately. I really seem to be

less strong than I used to be."

"No way, right?"

Chad seriously put down his datebook and sat in a chair opposite him, observing his complexion and

mental state.

"Have you been having sex with Miss Lyra lately?"

"Once the night before last, once last night, and once this morning."

Chad swallowed.

This ... was diligent enough!

He looked at Malcolm's slight dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep with shock, "Boss you're

weak? It can't be that ... your body is consumed by Miss Lyra, right!?"