After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 546

The original fair and delicate skin was worn by heavy metal handcuffs. It hurt quite badly.

Fortunately, Malcolm gave timely sedation. Otherwise tonight, the skin of Lyra's hands must be broken.

Jimmy stood right by the door, watching the warm duo with a heartfelt sigh.

Life was really about ups and downs. After that, there were always downs.

As far as he could remember, Malcolm and Lyra's life had never been peaceful, as fate would have it.

Jimmy was thinking about it when Malcolm asked, "Can you think of another way to get Rara back to depleted strength quickly without injecting sedatives?"

Jimmy sighed, "Malcolm, if only there is a way like that."

The light under Malcolm's eyes dimmed a little.

Seeing that his mood was momentarily low, Jimmy proposed a solution, "For now, tying up her and locking her up in the basement for a whole night is the best way to go."

Malcolm didn't even look at him as if he hadn't said it.

He was still continuing to deliberate, and proposed another way, "Or else transform the basement, and then put some decompression stuff that can make her vent out, but not hurt the body. You can lock her into the basement, and when she is exhausted and has no movement, you will carry her out, and bring her to the laboratory for infusion."

"Malcolm, think about it. I think this solution is really the best so far, not to hurt you, but also to protect her."

Malcolm mused, thinking that maybe he could really try.

"I'll discuss it with Rara when she wakes up tomorrow."

More than two hours later, Malcolm was walking alone down the winding alley of the White family with Lyra sleeping in his arms.

All along the way, he pondered what Jimmy had just proposed.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought this method can be tried.

He quickly carried Lyra back to the room to rest. This afternoon, he was at home to catch up on the day's sleep. Now he was not able to sleep anyway so he could go try to remodel the basement.

He immediately put into practice the renovation of the basement.

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For Lyra after getting sick, there was no morning.

Every time she woke up, it was either noon or afternoon.

The good thing was that the fatigue in her body had subsided a lot with the recent infusion.

She got up just as Malcolm was figuring it was time for her to wake up and came in with the porridge.

Lyra half leaned on the head of the bed and looked at him weakly.

It was familiar. The familiar scene, and the familiar bowl of porridge again.

"Honey, it's time to eat. Today it's seafood porridge."

Malcolm smiled and those dark eyes looked warm and tender.

She watched Malcolm blow the porridge and pass it to her mouth, but she wanted to vomit for no apparent reason.

"Can we stop the porridge? I'm sick of seeing this stuff lately."

Malcolm patiently coaxed, "Today is the last time of having porridge. Tomorrow I will change the recipe. Steamed egg custard, fried beef and rice, braised pork, how about it?"

Lyra licked her lips and kind of wanted to eat.

Malcolm smiled mysteriously and continued, "Rara, be good. Eat at least half a bowl of porridge. When you're done I'll show you a surprise that I'm sure you'll enjoy."

Lyra nodded fervently and added coldly, "In between, one more thing should be added."

"What?"

Lyra leaned close to his ear, "Strip you naked and examine the wound."

"I was good last night. I really wasn't hurt."

Lyra shook her head, "It's useless. I must see it with my own eyes to be assured."

Lyra was apologetic, "I'm sorry. I never thought I'd hurt you so badly by having one illness."

Malcolm smiled, took her hand and put it towards his heart.

"A physical wound is nothing at all; fortunately, my wife didn't break my heart."

If the divorce was really for this reason, he was really heartbroken.

Lyra: "But I don't want to hurt you at all, physically or mentally. I just want to love you and live happily and peacefully with you, and the babies."

"We will."

Lyra saw him answer quickly, and added solemnly, "I have to make it clear to you. From now on, if I have an attack, you can not even use the body sacrifice way to let me vent out, absolutely not."

Malcolm turned and took her shoulders in both hands, "The surprise I'm going to show you later has to do with this. I'll take you to it later. We'll try it tonight and see how this works."

Hearing his words, Lyra was interested.

"Then let's go and see the surprise you are talking about."

She turned to leave and was pulled back by Malcolm, falling into his bruise-stained chest.

Malcolm's black eyes looked expectant, and he smiled cunningly, "Before going there, I also want you to kiss me again. My abs also hope to get your pampering. With your kiss, those injuries really do not hurt at all."

Lyra's eyes were more cunning than his.

"Then I will let you get comfortable and enjoy my attentive service."

With the words, she leaned up to kiss Malcolm on the lips.

And along his thin lips, she slowly moved down the kiss to chin, throat knot, collarbone, chest ...

The pink lips gradually arrive at the mystery and peered into the treasure.

The room was full of sweet breath.