After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 231

Chad hastily slapped his face to stop himself from imagining.

This was the first time he followed Miss Lyra alone. Maybe that was her character, and he should trust her feelings for his boss!

However, he should never let his boss know these details!

In the bedroom.

Lyra gently wandered the sharp part of the dagger over Travis' face, moving all the way down his neck and finally stopping at his heart.

Travis was shuddering. He was terrified that the dagger would pierce his skin in the next second.

There was some kind of weird and eerie aura in this room, which overwhelmed him.

Seeing that he was so scared, Lyra sneered, "It's just a dagger and you're scared like this. You're just a weakling and dare to fight with my Mel?"

Travis seemed to be stimulated by what she said so his fear was reduced a lot.

Because he knew in his heart that Lyra would not dare and could not kill him in the White Manor.

Seeing that he calmed down a bit, Lyra guessed what he was probably thinking, "That's right. I'm not going to kill you. I'm more of a tormentor and slow abuser, so I'm just here to collect some interest today."

"Because of you, Mel is still on the operating table this moment. You don't deserve to leisurely lie in bed and sleep. I want you awake, feel ten times more painful than him!"

She was ruthless, and the tip of the dagger gently advanced into Travis' heart, but was extremely measured in not piercing his heart.

Blood instantly gurgled out, staining the snow-white bathrobe at Travis' chest, and his face went wan with pain.

"Don't worry. The injury is not enough to kill you immediately."

Lyra collected the dagger and took out a packet of powder to show to Travis.

"This is itching powder. I will sprinkle it all over your body. When you itch unbearably, your muscles will twitch. The blood in your whole body will flow faster and the blood from the wound will keep flowing. I just don't know if you will lose too much blood and die. Let's try?"

In her innocent tone, she said this extremely vicious.

Travis looked at the powder in her hand in horror and kept shaking his head, mumbling something.

Lyra's face was cold and she didn't talk to him, directly sprinkling the powder all over his body, starting from his neck, mercilessly.

There were certain places that were not convenient for her to spread the powder, so she called Chad in.

Chad gave her a thumbs up in admiration and was scared when he learned that she was also going to sprinkle between Travis's legs in front and behind

This way was really ruthless!

If Travis couldn't handle it, he would have to become sexually impotent, right?

...

In the hospital.

The bullet was finally removed from Malcolm's heart after several hours of surgery. Fortunately, the bullet was two inches out of position and did not hit his heart.

But still, because of too much blood loss, his body was very weak and he still needed to recuperate, so he was transferred to a normal ward.

"Rara ..."

He woke up drowsily from the anesthetic. His voice was hoarse and weak and he was subconsciously looking around.

The clean and white ward was empty.

There was no Lyra whom he was thinking about, or even anyone else. It was just himself lying in a hospital bed.

The air was filled with the loneliness and desolation.

The anesthetic still lasted, but he felt a pain in his heart. It was so painful that he can not breathe.

Lyra said she would wait for him and would listen to his explanation.

She wouldn't lie to him!

Bearing the dizziness, he ignored the bandages that had just been wrapped around his heart, and sat up to get out of bed. His feet were weak, and he could only barely hold on to the wall and move little by little to the door of the ward.

Outside the corridor, it was quiet and peaceful.

Except for him, it was empty and unoccupied, only the cold wind blowing every now and then to his miserable and pallid face, which caused stabbing pain to him.

His eyes were red and he felt his chest suffocating. The intense sadness strangled him.

Lyra finished dealing with Travis and left Chad there to take care of the aftermath, while she immediately went back to the hospital.

However, just out of the elevator, she saw the man huddled in the doorway of the ward in the corridor from a long distance away.

The poor and helpless frail figure stabbed her heart with a fierce pain.

She almost instantly ran wildly over to him and helped him into her arms. She softly scolded him, "Why did you come out? You can't bear the cold wind just after the surgery!"

Malcolm wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. The joy of losing and regaining was making his nostrils tingle and his dark eyes moisturized.

"I knew ...you'll come ..."

Lyra's heart ached even more.

Originally, she could not bear to see him alone in the operating room suffering, taking advantage of this gap to help him fix Travis out of anger. She did not expect him to come out early.

"Sorry, it was an oversight on my part, but I didn't leave. Well, don't stand outside. Go in first."

Malcolm wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin gently on her shoulder, refusing to let go.

Lyra wanted to break his hands. Thinking that he had injuries, she was afraid to hurt him and didn't know what to do, feeling a little helpless.

"I said I won't leave, but you didn't listen, did you? Then I'm really leaving?"

It was just a joke, but Malcolm turned pale and immediately let go of her, bending his knees to get down on his knees.

Lyra saw his movement and helped him up quickly. The heartbroken feeling almost suffocated her.

She can make him extremely frightened with one word, and he had to kneel down and ask for forgiveness in every time. Was it because her previous attitude towards him was too bad? That was why he felt so insecure?

He was in power of White family. How can he put himself so lowly ...

In fact, before she arrived at the hospital, Malcolm had been up for most of an hour alone, suffering from exhaustion and self-doubt.

Now that he saw her, he can't wait to hold his whole heart out and prove it to her.

Lyra held back her tears, sighed helplessly and said, following his previous tone of coaxing her, "I'm not angry. I'm not leaving, so go back to the bed and lie down. I'll listen to you explain to me, okay?"