After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 268

It was dark outside the window.

A table lamp was on in the bedroom. Its light was dim but warm.

Malcolm's face was backlit and obscure.

But Lyra felt his gaze.

She sat up straight and got out of his arms. Her small hands stroked his cheeks. And her starry eyes were incomparably serious.

"Mel, once I thought I could let go of my love for you without a care in the world, but since I almost lost you that time, I've come to fully realize myself."

"I love you."

"As deeply as you love me."

"No matter how many times you want to ask in the future, my answer will definitely be, love you!"

When they were looking at each other, both their eyes got red at the same time.

Malcolm restrained himself from crying, and embraced her in his arms. It was so tight that his arms were trembling.

She said she also loved him deeply ...

Although he would rather hear that she didn't love him this time, when she replied so earnestly, he was in full of emotion.

With her words, that was enough.

Sensing his nervousness, Lyra's small hand gently patted his back to reassure him carefully.

The hug lasted a long time.

It was long enough for Lyra to think if he was asleep before he voluntarily let go of the embrace.

"It's getting late. Have a rest early tonight."

"Eh?"

Lyra was a little confused.

It was only 9:30 and he wanted to sleep?

He just came back for a hug?

While she was still confused, Malcolm had already taken the lead and retreated under the covers.

Tonight's Malcolm was a little strange.

Lyra followed and slept under the covers, rested her head in the crook of his arm, and asked in a sly and tentative tone, "Mel, we haven't seen each other for days. Since you're back tonight, how about bedtime massage?"

Malcolm closed his eyes. His face was full of abstinence tonight, so he did not answer her.

Lyra was a bit disappointed.

He hadn't seen her for a few days. After he came back, he was so cold to her? He didn't even want to have sex with her anymore?

Did she lose her charm?

As if unbelieving, Lyra's small hand slid into his robe under the blanket once again, gently teasing his abs and pectoral muscles.

Malcolm's breathing, which was provoked by her, gradually became rapid.

He frowned and gently clutched her hands, coaxing, "Good girl, stop it. Go to sleep."

Lyra curled her lips, feeling a little angry.

She pouted like a small puffer fish.

"Mel, you didn't even kiss me this time after you came back. You went to bed so early, so are you going to be a monk?"

What she said was obvious enough.

She complained about it with her soft voice. Her flirtatious eyes were seducing him unabashedly.

Malcolm's eyes closed and he breathed in deeply.

Like a great determination, when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes became very indifferent.

"Lyra, let's ... break off the engagement."

"Hmm?"

Lyra froze for half a second before reacting to what he meant, "What did you say!?"

Also, he called Lyra, not Rara.

His magnetic and steady tone had a slight detachment in it.

Lyra suddenly tightened her eyebrows and sat up violently from the bed, gazing at him coldly as if unsure, "Say that again."

Malcolm didn't sit up, but tucked his shoulders under the covers. His long eyelashes fluttered softly, "I said, let's break up."

His tone was soft and light.

Lyra, however, felt like her heart was being cut by a sharp knife, and her body was in pain.

"Why?"

It was sure that all men were scumbags? He had got her and he started not to cherish her?

She had never been good at saying love and stuff. Tonight, it was the first time that she was serious about saying love to him.

So he was smug?

Not only did he not cherish the opportunity she gave him, he actually wanted to break up and said he was tired of it and had to think about it again!

And for the first time, he turned his back on her and kept a distance from her!

It was sure those who were favored were emboldened?

What did he take her for? He thought she was always at his beck and call?

Did he really think she was so easy to be bullied?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. And her anger was about to burn all her sanity.

"Malcolm! You're a jerk!"

She lifted her leg and kicked his firm buttocks.

Malcolm was completely defenseless and had very little strength in his body.

With a muffled grunt, his entire body fell off the bed and rolled around on the carpet before supporting himself.

All the pain was restrained by him quickly as he bowed his head.

Lyra was stunned on the spot. She subconsciously reached over to help him. She did not expect that Malcolm was actually kicked off the bed by her.

But when her hand reached midway, she silently withdrew it again.

The entire bedroom was covered with facecloth carpet. Even if he fell on the ground, it should not be too painful.

And he was so hateful tonight so she wanted to beat him. It was just a kick, and it was already too good for him!

She grunted coldly and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed. She had her armed crossed in exasperation and looked at him in a condescending way.

He needed a lesson from her!

"Get up and kneel down."

Malcolm's hands went to his knees, but his body was so weak that he couldn't straighten his knees or his back.

Afraid of being noticed by Lyra, he simply learned Lyra's posture, leisurely sitting cross-legged on the carpet, with untamed and cold look.

Lyra looked at him in shock, "Malcolm , you don't listen to me at all!"