After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 253 You have to take advantage of your man

In the bedroom, the dim table lamp reflected a charming scene.

Lyra struggled to find her senses, caught an chance, deftly climbed over her upper body and placed

her elbows against his collarbone, forbidding him to come any closer.

Her chest heaved and panted from the punishment he had just inflicted.

Malcolm received the cold light of her stare. He frowned and his eyes were red. There was crystal light

in his dark eyes, being fairly aggrieved, "Rara, are you trying to suffocate me?"

It was the first time for Lyra to see his poor and helpless expression to the extreme. Her heart missed a

beat.

"Rara ..."

In a few seconds, Lyra lost to his excellent acting and his pampering attack, "Turn off the lights! And no

hickeys on my neck!"

Malcolm smiled triumphantly and turned off the lamp on the bedside table with a crisp sound.

The moonlight outside the window shone through the gap between the curtains, sporadically sprinkling

on the bed and covering the ambiguous smell of the room.

A night of indulgence.

Early morning.

This night, Lyra slept very soundly.

She was awakened by Malcolm's kiss.

When she woke up, he was lying on his side beside her. His hand was on his head, his elbow pinned to

the pillow, his sexy thin lips turned upwards and his dark eyes were staring at her.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Lyra glanced at him, rolled over and went back to sleep, "Tired and sleepy."

Malcolm wrapped his arms around her waist and moved her whole body into his arms, resting her head

in the crook of his arm.

Lyra did not struggle and soon drifted off to sleep again.

Malcolm looked at her raptly, with his bony fingers sliding up and down the bridge of her nose.

Having her here made him so happy over the past few days and he would always remember this.

Even if it meant giving up his life in the future, he would die without regret!

The tip of Lyra's nose was tickled by him and her eyebrows knitted slightly, "What are you doing?"

Malcolm leaned in close to her ear and said seriously in a low voice, "Rara, why don't we make a

deal?"

"A deal?" Lyra asked and was sleepy.

"Yes, I listen to you in everything in private in the future, but outside, you try to listen to me in

everything, OK?"

Lyra was silent.

Men cared about their faces, let alone Malcolm, a man at the top of the pyramid, with a bunch of

subordinates at his command. His authority was inviolable outside.

He wanted her to play the role of the soft and delicate petite wife at the outside, and Lyra could

understand that.

"Okay."

Malcolm kissed her forehead contentedly, "So how soon are you going to get up? Do you have to deal

with Melissa's top search today?"

"Yes! Top search!" NôvelDrama.Org content.

Lyra instantly sobered up and went to the bedside to look for her phone.

Last night, she forgot to charge her phone because she was messing around with Malcolm, and her

phone didn't have much power during the night, so it was already off.

She charged the phone for a few minutes before turning it back on.

As soon as she turned on the phone, the missed call display was already bursting.

She scrolled down and it was mainly Kellie's, but also Eleven's.

Eleven called her for so many times. Was something wrong with Melissa?

She called Eleven.

"Miss! You finally answer the phone. The press and media are blocking the hospital. They have to

interview Ms. Melissa. Twelve joins hospital security together to stop them. I don't know how long it will

last!"

Lyra's face instantly turned serious, "How is Melissa's mental state now? Can she be interviewed?"

Eleven glanced into the ward, "I don't feel very stable. The reporters have always asked sharp

questions. They may hurt Ms. Melissa's feeling."

"Okay, I got it. I'll come right over."

She hung up the phone. As she just got up, her legs couldn't stop trembling and she had to hold the

headboard before she stood up firmly.

Malcolm was so tough last night!

After punishing her for most of the night, she barely rested before dawn.

Malcolm, on the other hand, was full of energy and got up invigoratingly.

It was true that there was a huge difference in physical strength between men and women!

Lyra stopped thinking as his arms gently encircled her waist from behind, with her chin resting on her

shoulder.

"Going out?"

"Right."

"After breakfast?"

"No, I have to hurry to go to the hospital first." She replied while her hands were not idle, quickly

changing her dress.

Malcolm didn't stop but asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No, it's not a big deal."

She turned her head. Malcolm took her back into his arms, cupped her chin, and looked at her with

serious dark eyes.

"Rara, now that you're not alone anymore, you need to take advantage of your man more!"

He added the words "take advantage" and smiled evilly.

It was a phrase with a double meaning.

Lyra's face blushed slightly and she just pretended not to understand, "Got it. I'll come to you if I have

trouble that I can't solve."

Malcolm nodded gently, being satisfied.

Without him in the way, Lyra washed up, put on a quick light makeup and went out.

All entrances and exits of the hospital, because of Melissa in the inpatient unit, were packed with

journalists and media.

Lyra drove the car directly into the garage, which had much stricter control with only a few media

guarding the exit.

In the ward, Melissa was in a much better state than yesterday, but her face was still very pale and

haggard.

"Look at this."

Lyra handed her the phone with the essay of apology Corey had uploaded about last night.

Melissa took it. Gradually her eyes turned red and she sobbed.

She was Lyra's only friend at Frayton orphanage, and Lyra was sad to see her crying like this.

"Melissa, this scum is the ace of Cloudfield Entertainment, and from a rich family. Just a cheating, it can

not completely harm him. There are a lot of his fans who blindly like him just because his good look and

help him establish his innocence. If you want to take advantage of this incident to let him get out of the

entertainment industry, it needs to take more efforts."

Lyra handed her the tissue box and continued, "But if you want, I can give everything I have to make

him and Gloria pay for the mistake hundredfold."

"No need."

Melissa wiped her tears away. Her eyes, red and dry from crying, were extraordinarily resolute.

"Lyra, you've already helped me too much. I can't bother you anymore. Let me do the rest myself! I

want to enjoy the thrill of revenge myself!"

When she saw this article which was edited by Corey himself, she was furious.

Because Corey was still taunting that it was all her problem, it was seemingly his apology, but in reality

he was quietly accusing her while believing in true love.

All of it was bullshit!

"I'm glad you're pulling yourself together!"

Lyra helped her fix her hair, "From today onwards, you are the ace artist of Angle Group. I hope you

can win the title of best actress this year with your strength. So Corey can open his eyes and see

clearly that he had given up a jewel. And Gloria is not worthy to be compared with you!"

"Thank you, Lyra."

Melissa hugged her tightly and felt a lot of emotions in her heart.

She had no father or mother, and her only good fortune was to have met Lyra.

"The hospital are blocked by the media reporters. I'll take you to a different place to live. How about we

take a few days to recuperate? When you get well, then we make a comeback. How about it?"

Melissa shook her head, "This time, I won't run away. You can let media in. I can withstand even the

sharpest questions. I want Corey and Gloria to kneel to me one day in front of millions of viewers!"