After divorce I am a billionaire

For this slap, the force was not heavy, but with an indefinable ambiguity.

She stared at the side of his face, raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly "Who is making fun of who? You have promised to do five hundred and twenty push-ups as a gift. You're going back on your word?" She tapped him again, "Come on. Keep doing. This is the promise." With his trembling arms, Malcolm hardened himself to regain the standard push-up position.

Lyra's voice came again from behind, "Three hundred and fifty-seven, come on." Malcolm instantly understood. So, she still remembered the number and deliberately made fun of him.

She was a really bad woman.

He shook his head helplessly. What could he do? He worked so hard to get back her heart so how could he not spoil her? "Three hundred and fifty-eight." In the early morning, he was counting over and over again with his magnetic voice in the bedroom.

When Sophia passed by, she would occasionally glance sideways in amazement and stare at the closed door.

But she knew that she should not ask too many questions about their private affairs.

* In the bedroom.

"Five hundred ... and twenty ..." As he had accomplished his goal, Malcolm let out a sigh of relief and slumped weakly to the ground.

He just didn't think he wanted to do push-ups again in his life.

Lyra got up from him, but was surprised to see that his black pajama pants was totally wet.

She laughed, "Mel, you're sweating so much, even on your butt." Malcolm touched the wet and moist area of his pants, but his fingers were stained with red color.

He turned around suspiciously and noticed that Lyra's face didn't look too good.

"Rara, this is from you. Blood ..." Lyra's smile faded and she stared at his fingers. Rubbing her belly, she seemed to realize something.

No wonder her waist was extraordinarily sore today as if it was broken. It turned out to be the menstruation.

She hadn't had it for so long since she was pregnant with the babies that she forgot such a thing even existed.

She laughed awkwardly, "Sorry for soiling your pants, but you probably won't be able to do me for another six or seven days.

Just resign yourself to your fate." Malcolm braced himself and stood up. Without complaining, he carried her to the bathroom, helped her and himself to shower and change into clean robes even though he was exhausted from the exercise.

Five minutes later, Lyra felt her belly got cramped.

She didn't know when her period came, and did the sex affect it? Menstrual cramps gradually engulfed her nerves.

She was placed in bed and tucked in by Malcolm.

Drowsiness and pain soon occupied her entire consciousness.

She curled up and furrowed her eyebrows. With her eyes tightly closed, she was drowsy and endured the pain.

Malcolm personally made her a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea. He fed it to her mouth one sip at a time.

It still did not relieve the pain in Lyra's lower belly.

Malcolm was sitting next to the bed. He was anxious but was unable to take the pain for her.

"Rara, how about a painkiller?" Lyra was confused and shook her head decisively when she heard it, "I'm breastfeeding. Our babies need me. | can't just take the medicine. It will affect them." "But it's not a solution for you to keep hurting like this." Lyra said weakly and strenuously, "It's okay ... just bear with it. Just sleep ..." Malcolm sighed and couldn't bear to see her suffer like this. She insisted on not taking painkillers so Malcolm had no choice.

He searched on the Internet on how to take care of his wife who had menstrual cramps. After learning what netizens had done, he decided to go and find a hot water bottle for Lyra.

While helping her warm her stomach, he tenderly helped her massage her belly. His hands were sore, but he did not stop.

Lyra was so dazed by the pain that she half-squinted her eyes and saw Malcolm keep changing his hands to massage her stomach. Then he changed his hand again and continued.

Feeling that he was obviously exhausted, Lyra couldn't bear to see that, "Mel, stop it. I'l take a nap and it should be better." Malcolm's hands didn't stop, "It's okay. | can continue and you can fell asleep later." That was fine.

Lyra didn't insist. She was really tired and too exhausted to keep her eyes open.

Malcolm was doing better and better. She seemed to actually feel better with his massage and quickly drifted off to sleep.

While she was sleeping, Malcolm lay under the quilt and got closer to her to massage her sore back.

Soon, he fell asleep with her.

Occasionally, Lyra would move a little. Malcolm was not waken up, but his hands were reflexive to continue the action of massaging her waist.

The two slept in harmony until noon.

* In Frayton .

Abigail had been avoiding Micah since her last date which was destroyed by him.

Although the two lived in the same place, and the time of getting up and going out was different, surprisingly they did not meet once.

Katelyn could do nothing but being anxious. For several times, she wanted to take the initiative to support Micah, but Katelyn didn't know him well and didn't dare to offend him because of his identity.

After lunch, Micah finally couldn't resist going back to the hotel to get his phone and wallet back.

When he got his cell phone, he actually found there were a lot of messages.

It was all from Keith, and he scrolled down the list one by one according to the time.

[Micah, how's it going? Did you manage to get inside?] [Where are you? Why aren't you answering your phone? You didn’t really throw away your phone, did you? [I just let you pretend! You can hide your phone and wallet and say you forgot to bring them. Who will dare to search you? [Two days, bro, how is your progress? Have you gotten your girlfriend yet?] [Sad-fishing is turned into real sadness. If you can't win her heart back, then | have nothing to say to you. You should be a monk, right? Or you can marry your medical research.] The more he read, the more Micah could feel the full "care" from his brother.

He grimaced and decisively replied the message.

[Haven't beaten you for years, do you miss it? Next time, I'll take care of your legs.] He didn't expect this message was replied Keith in seconds, [I was wrong, bro].

Seeing his sincere submission, Micah's mood became better. After all, he still needed his brother in the pursuit of his love.

Micah thought about it and briefly told Keith what had happened at the hotel two days ago.

Keith listened to his words and gasped, [You was dragged, but actually didn't do her? You're awesome. Are your impotent? You can check it.] The moment when he saw the words, Micah got angry again.

Keith, on the other end of the phone, seemed to sense his anger and hastened to add.

[Hey hey, my bro is a real gentleman.] Micah didn't feel comforted by the fact that Keith was mentioning the fact of his being dragged. Was that the point? The point was that Abigail was now ignoring him! He had no solution! After a discussion, Keith got an idea, [Bro, she ignores you, | think you can change the person to start with.] Micah: [Who?] [Gavin Weaver.] Looking at the two words on the phone screen, Micah was slightly stunned and decisively called Keith directly for his plans in detail.

Five minutes later, after learning Keith's entire plan, Micah expressed his affirmation of his brother's idea.

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