The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 797 The punishment is so familiar that Malcolm's scared

"He must have been taken advantage of by them. He didn't know anything and came here with a

single-minded obsession."

Lyra held back her laughter. "With this memory loss, I also want him to give up early, so that he can live

a more down-to-earth life in the future and stop thinking about me, Mrs. White."

Uh... That sounded sweet for Malcolm.

"So, when you said you would pick me at the hospital, you said that to Anthony on purpose?"

Lyra cupped his face in her hands and looked into his eyes. "So you saw Anthony at the door, too?"

He just smiled and looked calm.

How could he not know that Anthony was at the door? He just did not want to talk to him.

"Why aren't you answering? Was it really for Anthony? You do care about Anthony... a little bit, don't

you?" If Lyra really had amnesia and Anthony found her first, would she really still choose him?

He was afraid to ask that.

He dared not bet on that outcome.

Lyra gently pinched his face. "I did want to tell Anthony, but I did it from the bottom of my heart. I love

you for the rest of my life, and you're the only husband I'll ever have."

Malcolm let go of her waist, slowly straightened his knees on the washboard, put one hand on the back

of her head, and kissed her with his thin lips.

His kiss was very gentle, mixed with the yearning and attachment these days. It was like savoring a

rare treasure. Although he was kneeling on the washboard, he was not humble. He was the strong

leader of this kiss.

When kissing, his breathing gradually turned rapid.

His heart was beating fast, and his behavior was becoming extremely aggressive.

Lyra, who had almost lost her breath, pushed him off the shoulders and ended the kiss forcefully after

parting ten days.

Wiping the red corners of her mouth, she averted Malcolm's hot gaze, reached for the whip beside her,

and changed the subject,

"Now that I don't have to pretend to have amnesia in front of you, you still have to pay for your smoking

before."

Malcolm smiled indulgently. "Okay."

Lyra held her breath, not looking into his eyes.

"You smoked four cigarettes in front of me that day. Tell me honestly, how many did you smoke during

that time?"

Malcolm thought for a moment, then retorted, "You're exaggerating. I actually only smoked three that

day. The fourth one was lit, and you threw it away before I took two puff."

Lyra frowned unhappily. "Is there any difference between three and four? Are you deliberately finding

fault with wording? Are you still proud of yourself after having three cigarettes in a few hours?"

"No..."

The more Lyra thought about it, the angrier she became. How could his lungs bear that when he was

self-indulgent?

Waving the whip in the air twice, she was eager to try, "Which hand? Stretch out."

Malcolm paused, and obediently held out his left hand.

With a snap sound, she struck his hand, sparing no pains.

The palm of his hand suddenly burst with a hot pain.

Malcolm furrowed his brows slightly. Being motionless, he looked down at his reddened palm.

It hurt.

It hurt like always.

The familiar feeling was back.

The tip of his nose had a sour feeling inexplicably. He was not sad, but happy.

"How can you laugh when you've been beaten?" Lyra stared at him strangely.

He controlled that sour feeling and smiled, "This kind of feeling is really affable."

The beating told him truthfully that his wife came back, his wife did not lose memory and did not forget

him.

"You haven't answered yet. How many cigarettes have you smoked during my absence? Have you

ever smoked in front of the kids?"

"Maybe..." he thought for a moment. "Maybe..."

"I want the truth," Lyra cautioned.

"Two packs around, not in front of them, but Spencer sniffed it out once."

Lyra frowned deeply. "How many cigarettes in a pack? 20?"

"10 in a pack."

"So you smoked twenty cigarettes in ten days? That's great, Malcolm. You take cigarettes as food?

Spencer sniffed it out. Did he cough?"

Malcolm shook his head. "No, I haven't been sleeping very well. I've been smoking to relieve my

boredom, and I didn't notice how much I smoked. The day Spencer sniffed it out, I showered and the

smell was very bland. It shouldn't have affected Spencer."

After he smoked so many, the explanation was just a cover-up.

Malcolm said no more and handed his right hand to her. "Rara, hit me. I'll take it."

Lyra pinched his handsome face angrily. She really didn't expect him to smoke so many in ten days.

Tobacco was not a good stuff. It was too harmful, not to mention there was a congenital weak kid at

home. How could he be so presumptuous?

"You are going too far, too indulgent. You must be punished, so you can remember."

She thought for a moment, pressed his hands down with the whip and knocked on the edge of the bed,

"You recently need to work more. If your hands get injured, it'll be inconvenient. Lie here."

Malcolm's face stiffened and his back stiffened too.

A moment ago, he still felt it very kind, and now he was scared.

"Two packs of cigarettes, just taking them as twenty-five. One cigarette for two times and then you're

done."

Fifty...

Malcolm dawdled. Thinking about Lyra's words, he slowly got up and lay down in the place.

Soon there was a dull beating sound in the bedroom. That was very rhythmic. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

At a stroke, it weighed as much as a bronze drum.

The pain was overwhelming.

Malcolm held his breath, clasped his hands, and bore with it in silence.

As expected, he can not challenge the authority of the punishment. Angry woman really... can not be

provoked.

....

Lyra didn't relent but beat the crap out of him.

"Sometime in the next couple of days, go to the hospital and have a check-up, especially on your

lungs."

The dangers of excessive smoking were too great for Lyra to take the risk.

Malcolm nodded, rested his head on his hands, and said, "I'm going to be busy for a while. I'll check it

on when I'm done."

Lyra didn't say yes, but just stared at him.

He added, "Rara, don't worry. I won't forget to get a checkup."

The bureau had a lot of shit waiting for him to deal with, and he didn't know what would Frank do next

time. The kids and his wife also had to be well guarded by him.

He knew the importance of good health and will never harm it again.

Lyra sighed and put the whip back in the nightstand drawer. She reached for a tissue to wipe the thin

sweat from his forehead, gently and patiently.

"Does your ass still hurt?"

Habitually, he wanted to say it didn't hurt, but then he changed, "You beat me so hard. It hurt very

much."

Lyra was silent, opened the drawer again and took out the ointment.

"Let me see. Let me put some medicine on you."

There was nothing to be coy about in front of his wife. Malcolm did as he was told, looking languidly

into her delicate eyes and letting her do whatever she wanted to do on him.

Dipping into the ointment with her fingertips, Lyra applied the medicine on his reddish skin, giving him

the comfortable and cool feeling.

Lyra applied it seriously and started talking grimly. "I haven't lost my memory. Just pretend that you

don't know and continue to play along with me. Also, where have you placed Lucie? Give me her

address. I have to meet her later."

Malcolm turned to look at her. "Don't go. I don't want you to take any more risks. Just leave Frank's

matter to me. I don't need you to continue pretending to be amnesiac. Just leave the dangers outside

to me."

Lyra didn't speak.

Malcolm grabbed her wrist and looked at her seriously. "Spencer and Momo haven't seen you for a

long time. They miss you like crazy. Listen to me this time. Go to the lab and accompany them. Leave

everything else to me."

"But, Lucie..."

"The bureau has stood firm for so many years. There are many unique methods of investigating cases.

Rara, don't worry about me. You stay with the kids so that I can work on the case at ease, okay?"

Lyra gave in and nodded.

Malcolm smiled, grabbed her wrist, and quickly pushed her down, pressing her down for a few

seconds.

His dark eyes looked lustful.

The look in his eyes told Lyra what he was up to, and she stifled a laugh. "Now it doesn't hurt?"

"It hurts, but it doesn't matter."

He brushed Lyra's hair around her ear and leaned over to kiss her on the lips.

"It's been a long time. It's still early, so why don't we have sex before we go to the lab?"

She didn't want to.

She was tired.

But before she could say no, Malcolm kissed her again...