The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 319

By the time Lyra lunged and tried to grab it, it was too late.

Malcolm had already opened the box and Twelve was looking into it curiously.

It was a black and white dress, but the style was unique and not like Lyra's usual favorite style.

Malcolm was full of confusion: "This kind of style, you usually do not like? Besides, it's a dress. Why are you nervous?"

Lyra laughed: "I'm not nervous. Can't I change my dressing style once in a while?"

She was about to take the box without changing her face and take it back to the next room to hide it.

Twelve curiously turned under the clothes. There was a set of furry cat ears, a furry tail, a bell collar, and ... a black silk stockings.

"Wow! Miss, are you trying to play cosplay? So funny!"

Lyra's whole body was stiff, feeling extremely embarrassed!

Malcolm also realized that this was not just a dress, and carefully examined the gadgets in the box.

The moment when he saw the black silk stockings, he understood something.

He closed the box and looked to Twelve, "Take Seventeen and go to Angle Group to help Chad. Tell the other bodyguards at the villa that no matter what they hear, they are not allowed to disturb!"

"Yes, Mr. Malcolm."

As soon as Twelve left, Malcolm immediately closed and locked the door.

His thin lips curled gently as he picked up the black silk stockings in the box and looked to Lyra, "Rara, explain?"

Lyra was full of embarrassment. Her eyes ducked to the side, "Maybe... I bought the wrong one. I don't know what it is."

"Is that so?"

Malcolm didn't believe it at all.

His dark eyes locked at her, "I suddenly have a better idea for punishing you!"

"What?" Lyra thought it was something bad.

Malcolm handed the box in his hand to her, "Change it."

"It was a mistake. I'll get the store to return it later!"

She reached out to pick it up. Malcolm was quick to retrieve the box, "You have brought it. How can you not try it? You just admitted to fixing me up. Since you admit it, should not you listen to me?"

"So, this is punishment?"

Malcolm shook his head and his thin lips curled into a smile, "It's a reward, a little reward you gave me."

That was much more comfortable to hear that.

Lyra took the box from him and grunted arrogantly, "So you're not going to punish me?"

Malcolm continued to shake his head, "Rara, you bought this, so I guess you're ready to admit being defeated with me, right?"

He was really touched that Rara was so attentive, and besides, he couldn't beat her.

"How can you be wrong? It is me who is wrong, and it is me who should be punished."

Lyra cupped his face with both hands, stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss on his thin lips, "Mel, if you keep spoiling me like this, I'll be unruly!"

"It is not enough. You are my treasure. I have to spoil you for life!"

Lyra's heart sweetened as she hugged the box and went to the bathroom to change, "Wait."

Malcolm wasn't idle during these minutes.

He closed the window and turned the heater on to avoid Lyra catching a chill.

Only after making preparations did he sit down on the edge of the bed, waiting with excitement and anticipation.

After a few minutes.

"Mel, I can't tie my collar."

Lyra came out of the bathroom and handed the bell collar to Malcolm.

Malcolm slowly raised his eyes, and his heart suddenly missed a beat.

It was a strong visual impact, so that he was severely stunned.

Especially the pair of cat ears on Lyra's head, it made her look cute without losing her charm, and playful without losing her allure.

The ultra-short skirt was showing her exquisite and delicate figure to the fullest.

This time, he will never let go again.

Without any rehearsal, the two worked well together to bring out the most difficult Tango of the song lover, in a perfect way.

Both looked into each other's eyes with a strong sense of love, immersing in happiness.

At the end of the dance, there was a dance movement of Lyra spinning, but before she can start spinning, she was picked up by Malcolm.

She lost weight and wrapped her arms around the back of Malcolm's neck, "Not finishing the dance?"

"That's it. You have to retain some strength or you won't be able to endure later."

Lyra instantly understood what he meant, and the tips of her ears were slightly red, "You wish. We did it last night ...!"

Malcolm gently rubbed the tip of her nose. His dark eyes did not hide the desire that was about to erupt, "Not enough. You're so beautiful today. How can I not do it."

"But ... my legs are still sore."

He kissed her forehead, full of tenderness, "I'll be gentle."

He said he would be gentle, but his action was not gentle at all. It was obvious that they just did it last night. How came they still have so much energy and spirit today!?

It was a perfect ending to another passionate morning until Lyra was so tired that she fell asleep.

Malcolm carried her to the bathroom, bathed her himself, changed her into a robe, and put her back to bed.

"It's been hard for you. What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll make a tonic soup for you?"

Lyra was drowsy from sleep and her voice was breathless, "Wanted seafood soup."

"Okay, I'll go make it for you." Being satisfied, Malcolm stroked her little face and turned to get out of bed and put on his slippers.

The moment when he got up, it was as if he was suddenly enveloped in a black fog in front of him. He couldn't even see the road, and in just a few seconds, his vision was completely plunged into darkness.

He dropped back onto the bed to keep himself from falling.

After several minutes, the fearful darkness gradually receded.

He looked at his hands incredulously.

Was this a harbinger of the ... virus starting to spread again?