The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 780 Don't know the family law

After two boring days in the hospital, the woman felt more and more that the rumors were all lies.

Malcolm and Lyra were the perfect couple in Suham, and everywhere the camera went, it was all

sweetness.

In fact, the underlying estimate was just for show.

With Lyra's delicate and beautiful face, Malcolm didn't seem to have any desire for her. He usually

came to the hospital just to chat, and the food at the five-star hotel was delicious every day.

His manner was gentle. His voice was soft and distant, and there seemed to be no intimacy at all.

After spending a few days in the ward, Malcolm wouldn't even buy her a new cell phone, only sending

someone to keep her safe and not let her go anywhere.

Whether her boss had no instructions to her or not, the news did not reach her.

"Oh..."

The woman sighed and rested her chin on her hands on the small table on the bed. There was a small

mirror in front of her. She was looking at her face, lost in thought.

Think of this mission and the boss's command, the woman's charming face looked serious.

"What's on your mind?"

The deep but gentle man's voice came from the side of the bed, and the woman was startled.

Turning her head, she saw Malcolm's handsome face and quickly calmed herself down.

"Honey, why don't you make a sound when you walk in?"

Malcolm stared at her face for a moment. His dark and numb eyes were trying to see through her.

It wasn't until the woman stared at him in confusion that he withdrew his gaze and explained flatly, "It

was you who was taking things so seriously that you didn't notice me coming in."

The woman was having a sweet smile, and then gazed at him with her eyebrows raising, "Well, just

thinking of you. I did not expect you to come."

She sat down on the bed and said, "Honey, I should be able to get out of the hospital today, right? I

haven't seen Spencer and Momo in a week, and I can't wait to see them."

In the past two days, the doctor had been checking her body. Not only was her blood sugar high, but

she had also been told that her nerves were atrophied and her blood pressure was low. He had insisted

on keeping her from being discharged from the hospital. She was about to turn bored to death in this

square ward.

Malcolm smiled gently and calmly. "I came here today because I wanted to tell you about being

discharged from the hospital. I just asked the doctor. He said that your condition is basically stable and

you can be discharged. You're leaving today."

"Really? That's great!"

The woman was overjoyed and got out of bed to pack her things.

But she was kidnapped, and when Malcolm got her back, he didn't have anything for her. So, there was

nothing to pack.

Malcolm walked out of the room with his hands in his trousers pockets and let her clean up.

Five minutes later, the woman only carried a small bag. She packed all the daily necessities in it.

A police officer at the door saw this, and was very discerning to help her carry.

She looked around the hospital aisle and didn't see Malcolm, so she asked the officer, "Where's my

husband?"

"He went to the smoking room."

"Alright, help me carry my things down first. Also, go to the five-star restaurant next door and order a

strawberry mousse. I'll eat it in the car to home later."

"Yes."

The woman raised her chin like a hostess and turned haughtily to Malcolm in the smoking room.

The smoking room had a clear glass door, and as soon as she got to the door, she saw a man half

leaning against the window, smoking.

The man casually took off his coat. He was only wearing a white silk shirt. The cuffs were slightly rolled

up, exposing his strong forearms. There were green blood vessels under his skin, and his charm was

evident.

He exhaled smoke from his thin lips, and the smoke blurred the sadness and coldness in his eyes. His

side profile was sharp, and his casual movements were extremely noble. His perfect waist line and

figure were extremely sexy.

This man was too tempting.

"Lyra" stood outside the glass door, admired it for a moment, and absorbed in Malcolm's charm more

and more.

She had some ideas in her heart and gradually decided on them. She raised her eyebrows with a

wicked smile and said, "It's such a pity that a man like him doesn't sleep with me. When we get home,

I'll have to take you down."

Anyway, the real one had not come back, and now she, the false, was true!

She stopped thinking that way, pushed open the door of the smoking room, walked over to Malcolm,

took the cigarette from his finger, and said in a voice that was soft,

"You're such a bad boy. You forgot about the smoking ban? Spencer is too weak to smell the smoke.

How are we going to see them later?"

Malcolm looked at her face, which looked exactly like Lyra's, for a moment.

His eyes immediately turned red, and his eyelashes also trembled unspeakably.

He quickly pinched the palm of his hand to suppress back the surprised emotion.

She's not Rara. She's not...

If she was Rara, she would have been more aggressive, instead of blaming him in a spoilt tone.

Also, Rara would have been furious if she caught him smoking, and would have gone home punishing

him, probably letting him kneel on the washboard.

Although the woman knew about the smoking, she did not know her family rules.

It was a secret between them.

After a while, Malcolm recovered his composure, picked up his coat from the back of his chair, and

said, "Okay, I won't smoke."

"Come on, let's go."

He led the way and left the smoking room.

"Lyra" hurried after him, trying to take his arm.

"Wait for me, Honey."

But Malcolm was walking so fast that she couldn't even touch the edge of his shirt, and could only

follow him with her eyes wide open.

When they arrived at the hospital's underground garage, Brad was already waiting in front of a limo,

smiling and bowing to them.

"Lyra" disdained his men, but suddenly remembered she had to maintain the manners and self-

cultivation. Quickly, she smiled back.

What she didn't know was that Brad was here to steal her seat.

"Madam, I'm sorry. I have a mission with boss later. If boss drives the car himself, I... usually sit in the

front passenger seat."

In other words, he wanted her sit in the back.

"Lyra" was a little embarrassed and could only look at Malcolm for help.

Wasn't the co-pilot usually just for the wife?

Moreover, she also wanted to take the opportunity to touch her husband's arm, to take advantage of

him.

Facing her eyes, Malcolm said casually, "You had a car accident this time driving car. I was afraid that

you would be traumatized if you sat in the front seat. Brad is about to go on a mission with me, so he

hitchhikes. You just got discharged from the hospital. I didn't want you to think about the bad things that

happened in the car accident, so just forget about it."

As he explained, "Lyra" didn't want to say anything, and didn't want Malcolm to ask about the Irribo

Tunnel, so she had to agree, and happily agreed.

"Well, that's very thoughtful of you, honey, to think of such a small thing."

Malcolm smiled meaningfully. "I can't help thinking about you," he said

The woman couldn't hear his words meant more he said, so she opened the back door and got in.

The limo roared and left the hospital quickly.

On the way, Brad lovingly passed a warm bottle of milk tea to "Lyra" under Malcolm's eye.

"Madam, Boss just asked me to buy this for you. Please have some. There's also the strawberry

mousse you asked for."

The small cake box was handed to the back.

"Thank you."

The woman took it, inserted the milk tea straw, and tasted a little, "Well, very good. Malcolm, you're

really considerate."

Malcolm was so focused on driving that he didn't even glance at her.

Brad had been helping with the investigation for the past two days and had already found out that the

woman in the back row was a fake, so he secretly rolled his eyes.

After drinking the tea, she fell asleep, leaning against the seat of the car.

When she woke up again, it was so dark that she couldn't see a thing.

There was a faint eerie smell in the air, like the smell of blood.

"Honey?"

She was flustered.

The next second, the lights came on in the brig.

The dim yellow overhead light was not too bright, but it was enough for the woman to see the whole

room.

Enclosed in a small room, all four sides were walls. No windows. There was hanging some whips,

ropes, iron locks and other terrible things on the wall.

The woman was frightened and held breath. Then she looked at the opposite side not far away, and

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Malcolm sat there and looked at her from afar. His thin lips were pursed tightly. His eyes were so cold

that there was no warmth in them. His powerful aura was extremely overwhelming, like a demon

waiting to sentence her for crimes.

She managed to calm herself down and shouted again, "Honey, where are we? Why is it so scary?

Aren't we going home? Aren't we going... to see Spencer and Momo?"