After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 778

When he asked her about her promise, Lyra looked a little uncomfortable.

After a moment's contemplation, she frowned, put her hand to her forehead in pain, and said in a strong but relaxed voice,

"Honey, of course I know about our promise. I keep you in my heart. I won't forget anything about you, but I have a headache right now. Can you let me rest first?"

Malcolm's face looked cold inch by inch, and he looked down with disappointment in his dark eyes. His heart felt like it was being weighed down by a heavy rock, and it was hard for him to breathe.

She was ... not Rara.

He had begged his grandfather for the betrothal between them.

He had done everything he could do to make Lyra forgive him and not break the engagement.

He never dared to ask Lyra for any promise.

But this woman didn't know.

Even though she looked like Lyra, and some of gestures were deliberately imitating Lyra's grace, she was really not Lyra.

His clenched palms trembled, and Malcolm's eyes turned red.

His wife was not found, but he brought back a fake.

There was nothing more painful than to think that he had found her and then to lose her again.

The woman soon felt that his mood was low and very wrong, "What's going on? Did I say something wrong to make you sad?"

"Nothing, you say you have a headache. My heart aches." He restrained the mood and always lowered his head.

The woman heaved a sigh of relief as she remembered what was going on. She gripped Malcolm's sleeve nervously and asked, "Hey, Honey, where are Spencer and Momo? I haven't seen them in days. I want to see them."

Malcolm lowered his eyes, and his dark pupils gradually turned cold. He said calmly, "There's no hurry. You should rest first. You can be discharged in a few days. I'll take you to see them."

"Good." The woman showed a smile, "Listen to you."

Malcolm withdrew his arm slightly, stopping her from clutching his sleeve. He raised his left wrist and looked at his watch.

It was nighttime. It was time to go back to the lab and company Spencer and Molly.

He got up and said, "It's getting late. Rara, have a good rest. I'll be back in the morning."

The woman was slightly blank, "I am hospitalized. Don't you accompany me?"

She looked hurt, and her pretty bright face was very beautiful.

"Spencer is not in good health. He needs an infusion at night. He'll cry if he doesn't see me. Honey, you used to love the kids the most. Is this a competition with them?"

He looked down at her. His voice was gentle, but his eyes were deep and emotionless.

The corners of her mouth twitched. "No," she said, "Spencer's weak. I've been blaming myself, too. Go be with the kids. I'll be waiting for you in the ward."

"That sounds good. Have a good rest. I go first." He smiled and coaxed, but the smile didn't mean he was happy.

As he turned, the smile disappeared completely from his face.

"Hey, before you go, could you... a kiss?"

Before the woman could finish her words, the door to the room slammed, and Malcolm walked quickly without looking back.

Why did he walk so fast?

She thought Malcolm loved his wife more than anyone?

How could she not feel it?

Was Malcolm suspicious of her already? Even see through her?

Thinking of this, she rushed out of bed, facing the mirror to examine her delicate face.

It was so beautiful. It was exactly the same. There was nothing wrong with it.

She thought she was overthinking it.

...

Malcolm didn't have a special look on his face. "He doesn't know Lyra's been found?"

"He knows. This afternoon, not long after you left, he called me and told me that he found Lyra's location, but I told him you were on your way to save her. He hung up and didn't say anything else."

Malcolm frowned, hung up the phone with Chad and meditated.

Given Anthony's care about Lyra, knowing that he had gone to save Lyra, he would have come to see her as soon as possible.

But this time he not only did not come, but also continue to disappear.

He was a little odd, a little strange.

Malcolm picked up the phone and called Anthony.

The phone rang for a full minute before it was finally connected.

"What can I do for you?" asked the man in a calm and reluctant voice

Malcolm waited for two seconds before saying, "Lyra was found."

Anthony, on the other end of the line, was quiet for a while, as if digesting the news.

After almost two minutes, the phone seemed to have been hung up. Anthony said slowly, "Congratulations. You've finally found your wife. Don't lose her again."

Malcolm frowned deeply. "Where are you?"

Anthony won't answer that question, but continued, "I overreacted a few days ago because of Lyra's disappearance. I apologize to you. I have some personal matters to take care of. I won't be bothering you and your family for a while."

Then he hung up the phone.

Malcolm found him increasingly strange.

He knew how much Anthony loved Lyra, which was no less than himself, but hearing him talk about finding Lyra, Anthony was in no hurry.

Without asking Lyra if she was hurt, if she had been poisoned, if she was safe, he said a few words of blessing and hung up.

There was something really wrong with Anthony.