The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 318 Malcolm has a mercy

Feeling the anger in his tone, Lyra sheepishly covered her face.

She dared not struggle, and let him carry her.

Eleven froze on the spot.

"Miss ..."

Should he follow back to the villa to see their affection, or should he go to Angle Group?

"Why don't you go to Angle Group and call Fifteen and see if Chad needs any help over there."

"Yes, Miss!"

Eleven was gone, the alley was extraordinarily quiet, in the unusual scent.

Lyra was humble, "You know all about it?"

Malcolm did not answer but moved forward in silence.

It looked like he was really angry!

She then said that he would be furious to know the truth.

She didn't expect him to know it so quickly, so she was not prepared at all.

Malcolm carried her and soon went back to Lyre Spiti.

Lyra wanted to go on her own. Malcolm still didn't say a word and carried her all the way upstairs.

When he entered the bedroom, Malcolm wanted to throw her hard onto the bed like she had done to

him last time.

But when he was holding her soft little waist, he can not get down, being afraid to hurt her a little bit.

Finally, he sensibly chose to put her to sit on the edge of the bed.

It was a little hot to carry all the way back.

He untied his tie with one hand, took off his suit and tossed it onto the bed. Rolling up his sleeves, he

asked, "Do you want to explain yourself, or should I ask?"

"I ..."

Lyra inhaled deeply and watched in awe as he rolled up his sleeves.

In the past, if Collin had this expression, and then rolled up the sleeves in front of her, he was going to

beat people.

But, she could guarantee that Malcolm would never dare to beat her up!

Even if he had the intention, he didn't have the guts!

So she quickly found her confidence and said without being condescending, "Yes, I did what happened

last night. Who told you to disobey me, to go out drinking without telling me, and to be alone with

Ethel? I'm teaching you that the human heart is dangerous! You can't just get drunk!"

Malcolm grimaced, "With Chad guarding the door, who would dare do anything? I should have thought

last night that Chad would never dare to let any woman, except you, scribble on me."

His long fingertips lifted Lyra's sharp chin and his tone was cold, "And do you know why I was going for

the booze? It's because you're making a deal with Anthony, and you even want to marry him!"

When he thought about it, his heart was pins and needles like a fire.

In the two days of cold war with her, he could not resist several times and wanted to come over to give

in.

But Anthony, like a thorn in his heart, can never be pulled out without an answer from Lyra!

Lyra avoided his gaze, "Why are you bringing this up again? You can't get over it, can you?"

"Yeah, can't get over that! I want you to tell me yourself that you will never agree to his last two

conditions!"

Lyra didn't say anything.

Malcolm grabbed her slim shoulders and spoke solemnly, "Rara, even if my body really won't last the

winter, you can marry anyone you want!

"Got it, I promise you." Her eyebrows wrinkled slightly and she chose to compromise, looking down at

her shoulder again, "Let go, you're hurting me!"

Malcolm immediately loosened his grip and gently rubbed her shoulders with his fingers. His dark eyes

looked soft.

Lyra gave a quietly winning smile.

He can't even hide his heartache, just like this. Did he still want to counterattack?

She held back her laughter and brought the topic back, "Well, don't you want to fix me today? How do

you want to do it?"

Malcolm stopped rubbing her shoulders and changed back to a deep stare.

"You ganged up on me with Chad, made me blame myself all night, and gave him the bad idea to

handcuff myself to your bed. Do you admit it?"

"I admit."

Lyra laughed calmly, "But I'll dare next time!"

"You!"

Malcolm's anger was successfully rekindled by her, "It seems you've had a good time messing with

me? Okay, then I'll do it all with you today!"

"Are you trying to handcuff me?"

She sounded delicate and took the initiative to reach out her slim wrists and handed them to Malcolm,

"Those handcuffs are metal and a little heavy. You have to be careful."

Malcolm looked at her wrists. They were so thin that they seemed to be broken with the slightest pinch.

Those handcuffs were really heavy last night ...

Realizing that he hadn't even started the punishment, he was intolerant and he spoke in a stern tone,

"Don't think I'll be heartbroken this time!"

Lyra just smiled, not bothering to expose him.

Malcolm was a little unnatural by her stare and lowered his face, "I forgot my handcuffs. I'll cuff you

next time, but how many times have you hit me on the palm before, I'll punish you back this time!

Reach out your hands!"

Lyra spread her palms, still staring at him with smiling and starry eyes, "Do you want to use the whip?

It's in the drawer!"

Malcolm was offended by her molestation, "You think I'll listen to you? I don't use that stuff!"

He slid his hands to his waist and made a move to undo the metal buckle of his belt.

"You really wants to beat me?"

Lyra, still spreading her palms, coldly reminded him, "Then you have to think carefully. There is a

saying, sooner or later you have to pay back for what you have done! Next time when you make a

mistake, don't let me catch you!"

Malcolm's bony hands paused abruptly.

Lyra saw his reaction and smiled provocatively, "I'm vengeful. If I have a bad mood next time, I may

take it back a hundred times or a thousand times. You have to be prepared for it!"

Malcolm's cold face did not change, but the hand on the metal buckle of his belt did not move.

It was not a good idea to untie it or tie it.

He stared at Lyra's evil and provocative expression. He was very angry. He was totally controlled by

her in his life!

"I'm tired of holding my hands up. You don't just stand there. Move faster!"

"You're urging me? Am I punishing you, or are you punishing me? You need to learn from my usual

attitude of admitting mistakes. Be proper!" He gritted his teeth.

Lyra wrinkled her eyebrows and glared at him, "I'm already very proper. Don't be silly. Finish it quickly!"

He was forced to do it.

Lyra just said she would return it to him so his hands froze and were afraid to move!

But Lyra's arrogant attitude made him feel embarrassed. No matter what he did, it felt wrong.

Just as the situation was frozen, there was a sudden knock at the door of the room, and it was Twelve.

"Miss, a courier just came here. Because it was written as a private package and also expedited, so I

took it for you. Do you need it now?"

Malcolm took the opportunity to fasten his belt and looked at Lyra suspiciously, "A private package? All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

What did you buy?"

Lyra's little face flushed.

She bought one thing in the last two days!

It was going to be used to soften up Malcolm, but she forgot to track the delivery arrival time.

What a coincidence! It was sent to her at this time!

"That ...Twelve you put in my room next door. I won't need it this time!"

"Later."

Malcolm noticed that her cheeks were flushed and even her ears were red. Why did she have such a

violent reaction?

The suspicion in his heart deepened as he opened the door voluntarily and took the beautiful box in

Twelve's hand.

"Don't take it apart!"