After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 646

Lyra turned her head. It was Sheila.

It was a coincidence that they could meet at the hotel.

Sheila grabbed her wrist with both hands, full of joy and admiration. The arrogance and domineering attitude disappeared after she saw Lyra.

"Lyra, we haven't seen each other for over a year. I know from online you gave birth to twins. Congratulations, I didn't expect your figure still look so sexy after giving birth. I really envy you."

Lyra smiled appropriately, patted Sheila's shoulder, and explained, "My brother Micah and Miss Matthews are getting married, and I'm here to arrange it."

She paused, glanced back at Malcolm, and continued, "And visit you and Mrs. Freeman by the way."

Sheila was stunned, heard the address she called Fiona, and felt a little bit lost, thinking of her brother who was buried in the cemetery, Lyra 's ex-husband.

"Congratulations Lyra, now you have a new life. I heard you have a very good relationship with Malcolm White."

Lyra glanced back at Malcolm again and smiled, "Yes, it is."

Malcolm stood in the back without saying a word, and looked cold. In front of the Matthews, he didn't come up to talk.

Katelyn didn't know that Melvin was Malcolm. The scene that they stood there together was indescribably weird.

Being afraid that Lyra would be embarrassed, and even more worried that Malcolm would be suspicious, Katelyn took the initiative to say, "It's very late. Miss. Freeman has a party tonight, right? For work?"

Sheila nodded, "Yes, Freeman Group has a new collaboration in discussion."

"Then we won't disturb you. Ms. Lyra and I have some details about Abigail's wedding to discuss individually, so we'll leave first."

Sheila released her hand from Lyra's wrist, "Okay, take your time."

Perhaps it was because the days when she was trained harshly by Lyra were too impressed, when she stood in front of Lyra, she was well-behaved and did not dare to show any signs of arrogance and domineering.

Before leaving, she glanced carefully at the man behind Lyra.

He was so handsome. His aura was so strong and overwhelming.

So he was Crana's famous Malcolm White?

Sheila couldn't help but take a few more glances. For some reason, she always had a feeling that this man seemed to be a bit like her brother who died more than a year ago.

But she just thought about it and quickly felt it impossible.

The Freeman family and the White family, the most wealthy and prestigious family in Suham, has a great difference, and there was no comparison at all.

She must have been mistaken.

She lowered her head, didn't dare to look any further, and walked around Lyra and the others.

Lyra watched Sheila's reaction just now when she looked at Malcolm, and smirked secretly.

After leaving the hotel and saying goodbye to each other, they got into the car back to the hotel and Lyra said, "Did you see the expression of your little sister just now? Surprised and unbelievable. Guess what she was thinking? Would she think that I couldn't forget his brother, so I deliberately found a man who looks like her brother?"

Malcolm looked languid and had no expression, "I saw it. I thought she would recognize me directly, and was thinking about how to put it off in front of the Matthews, but she didn't say anything and ran away."

"I thought too much. I thought she would recognize my figure just by looking at me, just like you did."

He couldn't help shaking his head and hugged her waist domineeringly, "It seems their life is very good. I have lived in the Freeman family for more than ten years. It has only been more than a year, and she hasn't recognized me. You're the best. Only you know me well."

Lyra couldn't help laughing, " If Fiona knows the fake son she loves for more than ten years is Malcolm White, the director of the National Investigation Bureau, she should have more exaggerated expression that Sheila has, right?"

Malcolm thought for a while, then leaned in and kissed her soft cheeks, "It should be. Maybe tomorrow I'll know how they react."

Lyra leaned against his broad shoulder and glanced sideways at the receding streetlights outside the window.

But when Malcolm risked his life for her time and time again, and even almost disappeared from her world, she realized how could she easily let go of him whom she had loved for three years?

Malcolm didn't talk, and somehow, since coming to Frayton yesterday, he was been in a low mood.

Lyra felt it and didn't know what was on his mind. Maybe he was afraid of something?

"Honey, are you still hiding from me about the Freeman family's stuff?"

Malcolm's entire face was buried in her neck. She was unable to see his expression, and his back froze for a moment.

After hesitating for a while, he asked in a low voice, "If I lie, will you punish me?"

Lyra looked serious, and pinched the soft flesh on his waist, like a threat, "What do you think?"

Malcolm was silent for a while, and there was an indescribable and depressed feeling in his hoarse voice.

"But I don't want to say. You and Melvin have divorced, and even your identities when we got married were fake. The Freeman family has nothing to do with you. You don't need to know it."

Lyra frowned. Perhaps out of curiosity, the more Malcolm said that, the more curious she became.

What was the secret that kept Malcolm awake all night? He sat up early in the morning and stared out the window in a daze.

He hugged her abnormally for a while and kissed her fiercely.

When she was thinking about it, Malcolm straightened up, and his handsome face left her neck, "Come on, babe. We'll go back to the Freeman Manor in half an hour."

Lyra didn't ask any further questions, nodded in response, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

No matter what kind of secrets Malcolm had in his heart, they should go to the Freeman Manor first. And she can always find clues and solve her doubts.