After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 142

When he thought about this, his heart didn't feel so bad.

These were the experiences she once encountered in the Freeman family, and he was now just redoing them all over again.

After paying it back and not owing it, would everything go back to the original point?

Thinking about this, he clenched his fists, braced himself for consciousness and put his posture on his knees standard.

This downpour late at night .

Melvin had been kneeling in the garden for two hours, and Lyra had been standing by the window and sill watching for two hours.

...

Since the incident of Lyra's being drugged, the bodyguards had the rule of taking turns to watch late night.

Tonight it was Eleven who was on duty, and he was hiding in the shadows, watching him as well.

Obviously because of the special drugs, Melvin's body was very weak. From beginning's firmness to the gradually shaking body, his back was still straight while kneeling.

Eleven really admired him.

Even if he was on his knees, he looked noble, and he would not let anyone have the idea of belittling him at all.

Such a man, Eleven can't bear to see him being like that.

He thought and struggled, but quietly entered the villa and knocked on Lyra's door.

"Come in."

Eleven walked in and stood a short distance behind Lyra.

Lyra didn't turn around. Her stayed on the man who was kneeling in the garden, and her face was expressionless, "What's wrong?"

Eleven gulped, "Miss, Mr. Freeman's current physique, I'm afraid he can't kneel ..."

Lyra sneered: "So what? I didn't force him to kneel this time. He likes to cheat me in the name of paying off his debt, so let him act."

"Miss ..."

"Get out."

As soon as Lyra closed the curtains, she went straight to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed.

Eleven sighed and could only exit and go back to her post.

...

The rain continued and only gradually stopped in the early morning.

Melvin did not know how long he had been kneeling, only that his knees had been numb to the point of no sensation, and his body was so stiff that he could not feel a trace of heat.

Although the rain had stopped, the wind in the face was still like a knife cutting him.

When Eleven came out, he was a little surprised to see that he was actually holding on hard.

"Mr. Freeman, that's enough. You can get up."

Was that enough?

Melvin's gloomy white lips involuntarily hooked up. He came through. Did it mean that this matter can be turned over? Did it mean that his debt will be paid off?

He tried to support his body to stand up. He suddenly slacked down but felt uncontrollable drowsy, and his vision also gradually became black ...

"Mr. Freeman? Mr. Freeman!"

Eleven touched his forehead. It was extremely hot. Even if he fainted, his whole body still can not restrain the cold shiver.

It rained all night. He had a high fever!

Eleven hurriedly took him back to his room and went upstairs to ask Lyra for instructions.

Lyra had just woken up and was sitting at her dressing table combing her hair.

Learning that he had fainted on his knees, Lyra paused slightly, with little expression on her face, and continued to comb her hair, "Got it. Go get a doctor for him."

"Yes."

Lyra gave a hearty laugh.

"Does it have something to do with Garrett? You think this is going to be over just because you're rambling on? Take him away!"

Melvin was confused for a second and quickly reacted to the fact that he might have misunderstood last night.

Just as Eleven and Fifteen got the order to come forward and forcefully rip him out of bed, he obediently fell in Lyra's direction and flung himself down at her feet.

Lyra's feet subconsciously shrank back.

Melvin pounced and raised his face with a serious look, "I don't know which thing you're talking about, but I really didn't do anything except this Garrett thing!"

Lyra ground her teeth and pinched his cheek with warning.

"You were the one who admitted to getting Charlotte last night, and now you're denying it. Don't you think it's too late?"

Charlotte?

Melvin was stunned, but his expression was determined, "What Charlotte? Shouldn't she be well behind bars?"

Lyra pursed her lips and stopped answering. She was still looking at him with icy coldness, as if to see how much longer he could act.

Melvin knew she didn't believe it at all, "Lyra, I really didn't do this. The reason I wanted to divorce you before was I always thought the girl who saved me thirteen years ago was Charlotte, then I realized Charlotte wasn't. and I even asked you once. Do you remember?"

Lyra thought about it. That seemed to be Charlotte's hospitalization after she was seriously injury. He defended her in front of the media and asked about that thing.

"What are you trying to illustrate?"

There was a light layer of mist in his dark eyes and he stared at her closely, "From that moment on, I just knew that Charlotte lied to me. And not long ago I learned that you were the girl who saved me, so Lyra, you have to believe me that everything I did all this time, I meant it."

He coughed.

He continued, "I was just upset that Garrett was going to propose to you last night, so I quietly got rid of him. I really had no idea about this Charlotte thing!"

Lyra saw the earnestness of his words and thought about what happened to Garrett last night. Indeed, that was a bit strange too.

Two things just collided. Would it be such a coincidence?