After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 629

Lyra looked at the two who were still arguing, and helplessly held her forehead, "Why not you two fight? Whoever wins will be the one who decide it."

A fight?

That was nonexistent.

Micah sighed and gave Rara a resentful look, "How could I bully Abigail? She can only beat me."

Lyra: "Then be humble. You are the one who said the wrong thing. Let her beat you to vent out!"

Micah listened to his sister very much, bent down slightly, and put his face in front of Abigail, "It's my stupid mouth that makes you unhappy. You can beat it."

Abigail looked at the handsome face which was so close. How could she be willing to slap his face?

But if she didn't do so, she would feel suffocated again.

She pinched the soft flesh of Micah's cheek angrily, "It seems you really have to pay Mr. Malcolm some tuition fees to learn how to develop your EQ."

"Yes." Micah complied.

Abigail's anger subsided mostly, and she loosened up.

Abigail was startled and regretted a little bit of red pinch marks on the originally flawless skin.

"Does it hurt? I didn't use too much force. Why is it red?"

Micah smiled slightly, "My skin is too thin..."

When he was about to say it didn't hurt, Malcolm suddenly approached him and whispered something in his ear.

Micah changed his words, "It hurts. It really hurts."

Abigail was so distressed that she gently rubbed his face with her palm.

Micah grabbed her hand, followed Malcolm's instructions and barely spoke not too stiffly, "The more you rub it, the more red it becomes. If you're willing to kiss it, it won't hurt."

Abigail was stunned. In front of Malcolm and Lyra, she blushed instantly, "They're watching us."

Lyra shook her head decisively, "We don't see anything."

Abigail tilted her head and wanted to talk with Lyra but Micah had already bent over, brought his face close again and asked for a kiss.

The red-hot tips of his ears indicated that he was actually very shy.

Looking at the faint red marks on his face, Abigail couldn't help but lean in and kiss him quickly.

When she was kissing Micah, Malcolm hugged Lyra's slender waist and kissed on her red lips domineeringly.

Because it was happening at the same time, Abigail and Micah didn't see it.

Lyra's heart beat faster because of this.

To be kissed like this was really ... kind of exciting.

Malcolm was so good!

Behind them, there were many handsome men and beautiful women in the pool.

The men were all looking at Lyra and Abigail while the women were all looking at Micah and Malcolm.

They kept staring at them and couldn't move their eyes from the four.

Malcolm pulled the towel over Lyra's body, and was annoyed by the gazes.

"Rara, I don't want your seductive appearance into the water to be seen by other idlers. I want to clear the scene."

Lyra was startled, "This isn't Crana. This is Teprax. After all, it's someone else' territory. Let's not be too arrogant. If it doesn't work, we'll go to the small swimming pool next to us."

Malcolm stopped talking.

He took out his mobile phone, typed with his slender fingertips, and sent a text message.

"What are you doing? Do you really want to clear the scene?"

Lyra leaned over to see that Malcolm just clicked on the message and turned off the phone.

"I can't even see it?"

Malcolm smiled softly, bent over decisively, picked her up, and placed her on the lounge chair.

She pushed Micah's hand away, turned her back to Micah, and closed her eyes on the reclining chair and pretended to be asleep.

" Abigail?" Micah looked confused, and soon noticed that she was a little unusual.

"Why are you angry? You don't like grapes?"

In contrast to their strange atmosphere, Malcolm and Lyra were very tacit and harmonious.

With the sweet fruits, Lyra was in a good mood.

At the fifth piece of watermelon, Malcolm put the fruit plate back and stopped feeding.

"Eating too much is not good for your stomach. It is easy to feel uncomfortable. Rara, you have to take it slowly."

"Okay, do you have a massage service?"

Lyra turned over, lay lazily on the chair, and took all her hair to her left shoulder, revealing her delicate and beautiful back, which meant that Malcolm would come for a back-massaging service.

Malcolm looked at her.

In this posture, she had an excellent figure, and every inch of her skin exuded charm, especially the buttocks under the green gauze...

Malcolm was enchanted as he looked at her.

Why did those idle people in the swimming pool not leave before she completely got down?

He frowned, wished he could pat her buttocks twice and let her know the result to wear a swimsuit outside.

"Why don't you move?"

While grinding his teeth thinking about it, Lyra's urging voice came suddenly.

"Coming."

Malcolm stopped his thoughts in seconds, took the bath towel, helped her cover the waist up tightly, and asserted eloquently, "It's windy. Don't catch a cold."

Lyra raised her head inexplicably, looked at the motionless leaves next to her, felt the heat, and looked at the burning sunset in the sky.