After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 233 Rara's tired and needs massage

He spoke in an upturned tone and was in an extraordinarily good mood.

It was as if he was a piece of art carefully sculpted by Lyra.

And his eyes seemed to say, "Look! This is what my wife did. Isn't it cool?

"Ahem, beautiful!" Chad gulped, nodded heartily, and exclaimed, "Miss Lyra, truly brave!"

Satisfied, Malcolm buttoned up his shirt to cover those ambiguously sweet marks.

Chad saw that he was in such a good mood, so he hurriedly took credit, "Boss, I made contribution,

right? Miss Lyra was so moved by my emotional performance at night. I can make up for it this time."

He was previously deducted for two years and one month's salary!

"Very well."

Malcolm curved his lips. His black eyes were the ultimate in reserved arrogance, "I'll return your two

years and one month's salary, plus six months of bonus."

Chad was cheering and roaring inside.

Oooh, Boss was the best! Boss was the most understanding leader in the world!

Still, Chad was worried about his health.

"But Boss, don't do this kind of bitter trick next time! Although you already knew you were not shot in

the heart, the loss of blood will be life-threatening."

Malcolm lowered his eyes coldly and gave him a stern glance, "Next time? It seems you'd like me to

fight with Rara?"

Chad was so scared that he turned pale. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

"Blah blah blah! I said nonsense. Boss, don't deduct my salary. My salary just comes back to me ..."

Chad wanted to take back the comments about Boss being understanding!

He was clearly temperamental and irrational!

Malcolm couldn't hear his inner sarcasm. His face returned to its hostility, "Get to the point."

Chad quickly changed to a serious expression, "Tonight, Miss Lyra took me on a quiet trip to the White

Manor to get some interest from Mr. Travis for you."

Malcolm's eyes softened when he learned that Lyra hadn't left, "What did she do?"

"She ..." Chad thought and organized his words, "She stabbed Mr. Travis in the chest, tied him up, and

took itching powder and sprinkled it all over his body. Even in his penis and asshole. She's a real

badass! "

Malcolm wrinkled his brows and his tone was chilly, "She sprinkled herself?"

"No, no, no! It's me to do it for you!"

Chad hastily waved his hand and gave a much-needed ingratiation, "Boss, you have such a great body.

How could Miss Lyra possibly want to see that skinny Travis!"

Malcolm's face then returned to normal.

Chad continued, "But this is not a small thing. Travis is not willing to let go. I guess tomorrow morning,

there will be trouble!"

"What are you afraid of? Just let them make trouble, but only at the White Manor's hall. Send someone

to guard it, and do not allow them to go to the Lloyd family."

"Yes, boss."

"Well, I'm going back to be with Rara."

He waved his hand, and without waiting for Chad to answer, he slunk back to the ward.

Chad looked at his back and tut-tutted twice.

Malcolm finally slept with the one he loved so he was extra happy when he walked.

...

Early the next morning.

Malcolm did not like female nurses to give him an intravenous drip, so it was a male nurse with a tray

containing medical tools walking into the ward.

As a result, once the nurse pushed open the door, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Malcolm, dressed in a hospital gown, sat at the bedside and thoughtfully fed Lyra breakfast, who had

just woken up in the bed.

The nurse was confused.

Who the hell was the patient here?

He stood still and froze for a long time. Looking at Malcolm's upright and reserved back, he silently

expressed his admiration.

He spoiled his wife on the highest level!

Malcolm didn't care if anyone saw him. He just knew Lyra was tired from last night and needed to make

up for her.

Moreover, it was not easy for him to coax back his ex-wife so he had to spoil her.

He could spoil her to the point that she can never leave him or she will not be able to take care of

herself!

But Lyra couldn't care less, noticing the dull gaze of the nurse and refusing Malcolm's continued

feeding, "Is it a shot? Bring it here."

The nurse walked over with the tray and Malcolm consciously held out his left hand for the intravenous

drip.

Lyra prepared to get out of bed, leaving it for Malcolm.

Malcolm pressed her shoulder and pressed her back into bed. His tone was doting, "You worked hard

last night. Lie down a little longer. Does your back still hurt? I'll massage it for you later."

Lyra instantly blushed.

There is an outsider!

How can he say something so shameless and unpleasant that captured the imagination!

"Fuck you!"

Lyra nudged his shoulder. Her face was growing red like a carrot. She simply buried her face under the

covers and pretended to be an ostrich.

Malcolm looked at her who was so cute that he couldn't prevent himself from laughing.

But it was too inconvenient to have an outsider next to him.

Malcolm made his tone cold and gave the nurse a grim glare, "Hurry up."

"Yes yes, Mr. Malcolm."

When the nurse finished and went out, Malcolm looked at her who was still covered in the blanket, and

his free right hand restlessly reached into the bedding and gently rubbed her slim waist with his fingers.

"Are you feeling better? Now you finally know that men are not so easy to be."

His voice was low and magnetic .

Lyra did not say anything, but inwardly agreed with Malcolm's words. Last night she did it for several

hours. Her back was simply exhausted, and her legs were still shaking with weakness.

However, as the queen, she will never admit defeat!

She lifted the blanket and sat up. Then she pouted in defiance, like a little goldfish, "You bullshit! Wait

for me when you get well! Besides, I was so fierce last night!"

Malcolm smiled even more and reached out the arm to hug her. The tip of his nose rubbed with the tip

of her upturned nose gently.

"So ...Rara's so fierce. How about have a little after-dinner dessert? Still want ..."

Lyra pushed his close face away, "Shame on you! Shame on you! No shame!"

Malcolm put her head into her arms with abandon, rubbing it gently.

If he was not shameless, how can he get his ex-wife back?

It was estimated that he would become a corpse if he was not shameless enough!

Lyra saw him getting ahead of herself, and grumpily rubbed his soft and short hair, and then smoothed

them out for him, one by one, with great relish.

The two were joking around when suddenly there was a knock on the ward's door.

The person who came in was Tom, the bodyguard of Travis. He said in a serious tone, "Mr. Malcolm,

last night Mr. Travis was injured. The accusation has something to do with Miss Lloyd. She is your

fiancée, and you can not get rid of this matter. Please go back to the hall as soon as possible. "

Malcolm did not respond, as if he had not heard. His head was still in Lyra's arms and did not get up.

Lyra's face was cold and she glared coldly, "Don't you have eyes? Can't you see that Mel is seriously

injured? Travis has the nerve to send his dog to invite us. Are he tired of living too long?"

"And, who is in charge of the White family now? That's how you talk to the person in charge?"