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Hearing the familiar voice outside, Chad was the first to panic, "Boss, Miss Lyra iscoming!" "Block the door and don't let her in!" Malcolm instructed, while taking the wet paper towel on the table and scrambling to wipe the marks on his body.

He ruthlessly wiped his skin and was anxious to flay his skin directly.

Outside the door, Lyra's voice rang out again, "Malcolm, open the door." Chad's back was against the door, looking bad, "Boss, | can't hold it anymore!" "Keep blocking." Malcolm was getting more and more panic, and doubtful, "Why can not wipe it clean!?" What would Rara think of him when she saw it!? With the evidence on his body, can she believe in him? Damn, he was not innocent. Rara will not want him!!! His eyes were red with anxiety and his whole being was on the verge of mania.

Chad looked at his expression of near collapse in anger, and silently mourned for him.

"Boss! | can't!" Chad lunged forward and stumbled several steps before standing firm, acting as if someone was kicking in the door behind him.

The moment when the door opened, Malcolm's mind went blank and panicked as he focused his eyes on the bathroom in the private room.

Lyra cin.

Malcolm, who was staying on the couch, like a gust of wind, quickly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

The speed was so fast that Lyra only saw a shadow.

Being amused, she pretended not to know anything and asked Chad, "Where's Malcolm?" Chad scratched his head, feigning a confused look and demonstrating his superb acting skills.

"Huh, he was here just now. Maybe | was wrong. He might have gone out." Lyra's tone rose gently, "Oh? How c| didn't see him on my way over here?" "Maybe he went to the bathroom, in the opposite direction.” Lyra was surprised, "Isn't there a bathroom in the private room?" At that moment, Malcolm, who was in the bathroom, immediately held his breath.

His back was against the door, still quietly wiping the lipstick marks on his face and neck.

The skin was red because of wiping and the lipstick marks just turned a bit lighter.

Damn! Which brand of garbage lipstick actually can't get clean!? He will let this manufacturer go out of business tomorrow! He was thinking grumpily when the sound of a doorknob turning cfrom outside, followed by a knock on the door.

"Is the door locked? Malcolm are you in there?" Malcolm did not make a sound, and the hand that wiped the lipstick marks did not dare to move for fear of being noticed.

But Lyra pressed against the thin glass door and felt the sharp breathing in his chest, even his back heaving with it, which was shaking the door lightly.

Was this a panic attack? She gave a silent snort and slowed down before saying in a serious tone, "Chad, did Malcolm drink a lot tonight? Will he be drunk in the bathroom?" "This .." Lyra said solemnly, "I saw news on the Intebefore. There are drunk people, pressing their heads into the toilet bowl to drink toilet water! Chad almost didn't hold back laughter and covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Miss Lyra was so mean! His boss can't do this kind of thing, but that scene was too hilarious, so it was hard for him not to imagine a little.

He gave a decisive thumbs up to Lyra, who was full of priggery! Lyra gave him a look that said "it was a piece of cake" and continued in an anxious tone, "Go get the bar staff to unlock the door.

If get one minute late, it's a huge threat to Malcolm's life!" Without waiting for Chad to answer, a soft cough cfrom the bathroom.

Malcolm steadied his panic, pressed his Adam's s apple and said as best he could in the icy tone of the previous two days, "I'm fine. | didn't drink too much. I'll be back later. You don't have to wait for me." "| chere specifically to pick you up and take you back to Lyre Spiti. You don't even dare to cout to see me? So ungrateful?" Responding to Lyra was a long silence that seemed to be a tacit acknowledgement.

Lyra smiled indifferently, "Okay, I'll go." Malcolm was reluctantly relieved to hear this, and waited a few more minutes until he heard the sound of the private room closing.

There seemed to be silence outside before he whispered to Chad, "Rara's gone?" "Yes, boss." Getting an affirmative answer, Malcolm opened the door tentatively.

Seeing that Chad was standing outside the bathroom door, he completely removed his defenses and stepped out of the bathroom.

As a result, the corner was hidden a person who pressed him against the wall.

Lyra pinched his jaw and looked at the lipstick marks on his face and neck, teasing, "No wonder you don't dare to see me. Look at these lipstick marks. How pretty they are. The drinking gis fancy enough Malcolm!" "Rara, |..." He had red eyes. His face was full of misery, and he couldn't say a word.

Lyra was going to lift his shirt and taunt him more, but after thinking about it, she was afraid of overplaying and really pissing him off.

So, without saying anything, she turned around and left the private room without looking back.

Malcolm was about to chase her, but Chad immediately held him down, "Don't worry, boss! | will help you persuade Miss Lyra!" Chad finished and ran off after her, and quickly caught up with Lyra.

The two walked to the safe passage where no one was, before they could barely hold laughter. Then, all laughed super loud.

The sound of laughter echoed through the security channel with extra abandon.

Chad covered his stomach and his stomach almost cramped up.

He had lived for decades, but it was the first the had pranked Malcolm like this, and it was too much fun! However, Chad was still a little worried.

"Miss Lyra, how do you plan to explain? He is stubborn. If you do not handle it well, he might be angry to the point of losing his mind. He may make extrdecisions." Lyra also knew to quit while she was ahead.

But thinking about the handcuffs and whip gadgets she saw during the day when she was shopping online, she felt she couldn't let Malcolm get away with it easily! Those things, anyway, were impossible to use on her.

But on Malcolm, it was just right! She wanted to be the queen of Malcolm! Queen! Did he want to counterattack? And did he want her to give in first? It was impossible.

She smiled evilly and beckoned toward Chad, "Later you go in and tell him this ..." Chad listened and took several deep breaths in a row.

He silently gave her a thumbs-up, admiring her from the bottom of his heart.

"Miss Lyra is really, really good!" The sorrows and joys of people can't be shared each other.

When Chad returned to the private room, he saw Malcolm sitting on the couch, disheveled and heartbroken, but still handsas hell.

Malcolm looked bleak, "Is she not going to forgive me? And yes, I'm so dirty,. | can't even forgive myself." "Not dirty!" Chad rushed over, sat next to him, took a packet of makeup remover wipes out of his pocket and helped him remove the lipstick marks from his face.

"This is from Miss Lyra. Wipe and it will be clean.” Malcolm remained unmoved. His dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, with no ripples.

Chad lightened his tone and continued coaxing, "Boss, | just tried my very best and explained to Miss Lyra. She believes you didn't betray her, but were set up!" Malcolm finally got a reaction, "Really?" "Of course!" Chad continued, "But, she is still very angry. She said you cout to drink without letting her know. You were drunk and dared to get alone with other women. You deserved it. You were really careless!" Malcolm pursed his lips and was silent, reflecting seriously on Lyra's critique.

Chad saw that he was really reflecting on his mistakes, held back his laughter and continued in a serious tone.

"I told you! If you have given in earlier, there would not be these things! Now, she has even more reasons to have a cold war with you! You can't delay to deal with the problem between you!" "You have an idea?" Malcolm raised his eyes.

Chad pat himself on the chest decisively, "Of course, | have the best idea! I'll make sure Miss Lyra gets over it tonight!" MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1