The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 788 Smoking in her presence

If he just fell, why did his mouth hurt? What kind of weird landing posture did he have?

All the people sitting by the table saw through it but did not expose it. They tacitly picked up the cutlery

and ate the food silently.

After dinner, Lyra accompanied Lucie to do the dishes.

The three men said they wanted to talk and went out with a kerosene lamp.

On the country road, the atmosphere was oppressive.

The three men walked in silence until they could no longer see the house, and Malcolm, who was at

the front, stopped first.

He turned sharply, and his cold black eyes fixed on Anthony.

Anthony put his hands in his pockets, as lazy and calm as ever.

Seeing his face, Malcolm scowled, "Chad."

Chad knew what he meant almost immediately. He took two quick steps forward, grabbed Anthony by

the collar of his shirt, and was about to beat Anthony's face.

Anthony squinted at Chad and said, "Don't punch me in the face. It's too obvious."

Chad's fist faltered, then quickly turned and slammed into Anthony's stomach.

Several times in a row, Chad was getting more and more ruthless.

Anthony didn't fight back at all and didn't say a word. The pain was so intense that he could barely hold

it in. It wasn't until his throat was stained with blood that he tilted his head and choked on a mouthful of

blood.

Chad stopped, let go of his shirt, and gave him a disgruntled nudge.

He stumbled back two steps. His back was against a trunk, and his hand was on the tree, and he was

having another violent choking cough.

The blood at the corner of his mouth was red, and Anthony's face was a little pale, and he was in a lot

of pain.

Malcolm looked at his miserable face and felt a little better. "You even pretended to be Rara's husband.

If Lyra had nodded, wouldn't you have run away a long time ago?"

Anthony wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand and licked his teeth.

"You're joking. I were just teasing Rara. Who knew that even though she has no memory, she is still

very smart."

Malcolm furrowed his brow and ground his teeth, "You're so infuriating."

Chad stepped forward again, pushed Anthony up a tree, and punched him in the stomach again.

Anthony coughed violently, but he didn't scream. He had his own integrity.

Malcolm looked at him coldly. "Why aren't you hiding?"

"Hey... two big shots from NIB are going to beat me up. How can I hide?"

He smiled dejectedly and evilly, and his fine face did not look any worse for the blood at the corners of

his mouth.

He would rather than wait for Malcolm to make a move and throw him back in prison.

He'd feel better if Chad beat the crap out of him right now.

He thought thoroughly, smiled and asked, "Just a few punches, enough to relieve your anger?"

That was like a provocation.

Chad grabbed his shoulder and slammed it into a tree, being very furious.

"Yes! You're indeed infuriating! I'm gonna kick your ass all night long, and I'm gonna kick your smug

face in, and I'm gonna see what you can do with Lyra!"

Anthony smiled but looked indifferent.

Malcolm, on the other hand, calmed down and asked, "Do you know why Rara has amnesia?"

Anthony shook his head. "Not really. She doesn't remember anything. I asked Lucie. Lucie said she

found her in the field. She was hurt and unconscious. Lucie carried her home on her back and woke up

like this."

How could she get hurt...

Did she get hurt in the accident while running away?

Malcolm's heart wrenched, and he was furious that he hadn't been there to protect Lyra.

But whether Lyra had amnesia or not, after tonight's performance, it was not entirely certain.

He was afraid she would have to go to the hospital for a check-up before he knew the result.

In any case, it will have to wait until tomorrow.

"Go back."

He walked away. The two men behind him had no intention of following him. He held the kerosene

lamp and looked back at them.

His eyes were like asking: Don't go? Want to feed mosquitoes in the mountains?

Chad's face lit up with a smile. "Can you go back first? I want to talk to Anthony alone."

Someone needed to be beaten up. He hadn't satisfied yet.

Malcolm knew what he was going to do and didn't stop him. He just said, "Be careful. They'll get

suspicious if wait too long."

"All right, don't worry."

...

More than ten minutes later.

Chad and Anthony went back to the house one after the other.

Chad rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the doorway in a good mood.

Anthony was limping up against the wall. His good-looking face was pale and unscarred except for the

bruise on the corner of his mouth as he walked out.

His blue eyes were slightly slack. With a word, he walked into the room.

He'd been here for a few days, and Lucie gave him her room and slept with Lyra, so his room was

inside.

Lucie was coming out with a washbasin when she saw Anthony again.

By the time Anthony tried to switch positions, it was too late, and Lucie found him.

"What's going on? What's wrong after you went out?"

The two men in the living room were both on their mobile phones, looking unconcerned.

Anthony smiled. "No, I think I just got a little dizzy from the wind."

"Have you got a cold?" Lucie said with concern. "I have some medicine in my room. Let me see. Take

two pills."

"No, I have a good body. I won't feel dizzy tomorrow."

"So..." Lucie looked him up and down, and was a little worried, "Really just dizzy? Why do I see you

have been holding the waist?"

Anthony smiled. "Just psoatic strain. It's an old problem. It won't hurt. It'll be fine in a couple of days."

Chad, who was laying on the floor next to him, couldn't help but laugh out loud and tut.

"Mr. Callahan, you're only around 30 years old and your waist is not good enough. This is not

acceptable. You need to strengthen your training in the future to nourish your body and be careful of

being disliked by your future wife."

Anthony scowled, grunted, straightened his back, returned to the room and closed the door behind him.

With a thud, the flimsy door shook.

Sensing his anger, Lucie stood by the door for a long moment, feeling embarrassed.

Chad said, "Don't worry about him, Lucie. He's just a little grumpy. He's not allowed to talk about his

health. Go to bed. It's late."

"All right, Mr. White, get some rest. If you don't feel well on the floor, let me know and I'll think of

another way."

Chad smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, Lucie. We can sleep on just one bench. It's a great floor."

"Well... I'm going back inside. You guys go to sleep."

The door of the other room was shut.

The house was not soundproof.

Malcolm, sitting against the wall, could hear Lucie and Lyra talking in the next room.

"Mr. White seems to have a bigger reaction than Mr. Callahan at that time. The way he looked at you

today, I felt so depressed. He might be telling the truth."

Malcolm was listening very carefully and wanted to know Lyra's attitude.

After two seconds, he heard Lyra's voice. "I can't believe both. Their acting skills are too good. Forget

it, Lucie. Go to sleep. I'm so sleepy."

After that, the light went out in the room.

The light from the crack in the door frame was gone. Malcolm's face was dark and his chest was

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Night after night, he had insomnia because he was worried about his wife. Now he found her. Not only

was he despised, but also can not hold her.

That was so miserable.

He sighed sullenly.

Chad immediately came over, afraid that he was cold and put two military coat to him, "Don't think

about it. You must be tired. Have a good sleep."

Malcolm was so angry, and couldn't find a place to vent his anger, so he gave Chad a sidelong glance

and said, "Do you care if I sleep or not?"

Chad nodded his head, without a trace of anger. "Yes, yes. I'll sleep by myself then."

He lay down and fell asleep in a few minutes.

And the snoring sound gradually rose.

Malcolm took a deep breath and swallowed the night's bitterness alone.

Suddenly, Chad, who was sleeping, rolled over, and slowly put his arm around his waist, as if afraid of

the coldness.

His eyes narrowed and his anger was repressed to the extreme.

Hold on, but he can't be tolerant any more.

Malcolm moved Chad's arm, kicked him in the ass, and kicked him away.

He pulled back the sheets, got up, put on his coat, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from

Chad's pocket, and quietly put on his shoes and went out.

Unable to sleep, he sat on a low stool in the courtyard under the dim moonlight.

He lit his lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a deep, melancholy puff.

Smoking, his eyes looked lazy.

Suddenly, the back bedroom door opened without warning.

A slender figure carrying a kerosene lamp was slowly out of the bedroom.

Malcolm looked back and saw it was Lyra.

He instantly panicked and want to hide the cigarette butt in hand instinctively.

But after two seconds of awkwardness, he regained his composure.

His wife said she didn't remember him. What would she do if he just smoked?

Holding his breath, he took a deep puff, deliberately turned around, and stared at Lyra as he puffed out

a large smoke ring.

That was very arrogant.