After divorce I am a billionaire

Malcolm did not realize what happened at first, and it took several seconds for his mind to digest Lyra's words.

For just a moment, his eyelashes fluttered terribly and his eyes were frighteningly red, "Do you even know what you're talking about?" Lyra nodded firmly, "I'm sober now. Of course | know what I'm talking about. With a divorce, you will no longer be hurt. And | will not feel guilty about it. It's better for both you and me." Malcolm's eyes were tearful, and soon he fell into extreme despair, "| tried everything to hide your condition. | am afraid that you will make this extreme choice. | did not expect you to accidentally know it. You really will do so ..." His bruised spine was gently trembling from grief, and his eyes looked sad.

"Rara, this is already the second time you ask me for a divorce. The last time | divorced, | almost gave up this life to get you back. This time, how many lives do you want me to give up?" Lyra's breath hitched and she sighed as she raised her hand up to his back, and she was ready to continue the medication.

Malcolm sulked and moved to the side, not letting her touch.

Seeing that he was sad, Lyra softened her tone and explained, "Mel, | didn't mean that. | don't even know who | am when | have an attack. I'll hurt you." She took a deep breath and re- explained, "| mean to say divorce, but the babies belong to you. You can lock me up and let me focus on treatment. If the cure is hopeless, you help the babies find a gentler and kinder mother to take care of them without bothering me, and we can remarry when | can fully recover from my illness. Is that okay?" "No." Malcolm did not need to think at all. He refused very decisively, "I do not divorce. There is no guarantee that you will look at other men during single. | am five years older than you, then | am old and decrepit, you will not like me any more. I will have no hope to remarry." Lyra was speechless.

He continued, and his dark eyes looked resolute, "From now on, there will never be a divorce in my household register.” Lyra sighed once again, " Mel ..." "Call honey or husband." Malcolm looked away, sulking.

She said helplessly and was extra serious, "I really don't want to hurt you. Just like when you were hit with S404 biochemical virus and your life was in danger, you would also choose to give me up in order not to make me sad. | am now in the same mood. Can you understand?" Malcolm propped up his arm and sat in front of her, asking righteously, "But at first, you were determined not to give up on me either. I'm in the same state of mind as you were then. Can you understand that?" Lyra was wordless.

Malcolm clutched her hand, "Couples should share the hardships and sufferings, not to mention that this is not a serious illness.

Jimmy said that if the treatment effect is still good, you will recover in six months at most, and the babies and | will always be with you." The two looked at each other, both with red eyes.

After thinking for a while, Lyra continued, "In the future, when | have an attack, you can just lock me up. It's the best solution for me to stay alone and not hurt anyone." Malcolm coaxed, "Next time when you have an attack, I'll just sedate you and take you to Jimmy's for an infusion. Will that work?" Lyra thought about it and had to add some more conditions, "You have to promise not to get hurt again. Even if | do have to hit you again, you must fight back. If | wake up next time and check your body and find that you have added a new injury, | can't spare you." Malcolm suddenly leaned down and came close to her cheek, pressing the tip of her nose and asking with concern, "How will you not spare me? I've been hurt like this. Do you still want to beat me again?" Lyra's throat choked.

It was natural that she did not bear it.

If possible, she would like to let Malcolm sleep for three days. Even fainting was okay. As long as it can make up for the pain he suffered these days, she could have excessive sex and even go into the ICU once.

Being seen through, she made herself look grim, "Anyway, | won't allow any more injuries on you, and if you don't listen, I'll show you my power when the time comes. | promise not to spare you." "Okay, it is up to you." He casually coaxed. As long as the divorce was not mentioned, everything was fine.

"Then lie down nicely and I'll put the medicine on you." Malcolm obediently lay on her back while Lyra dipped her fingers into the cream and gently applied it to the injuries on her back, buttocks and legs.

On his red and swollen skin, her fingers kept swimming.

As she applied the medicine, she pondered the solution.

The seizure was something she couldn't control, and she knew better Malcolm's personality.

The next time when she had an attack, he will probably use his body as a sandbag and let her vent.

However, this situation can never happen again. She will never allow to hurt him like this again.

With her mind in thought, she did not move to medicate Malcolm.

Because the incident was not concealed, Lyra was always in a heavy mood, and the atmosphere between them was not as completely harmonious as usual.

Lyra numbly changed into her commuter clothes, and Malcolm came to take her little hand customarily to drive her to the group.

"No need." Lyra drew back her hand, "I'm in good spirits now. When | get off work, I'll be back half an hour early. You can rest assured.” Malcolm's thin lips were tightly pursed. He did not speak but frown to hide the sense of sadness by being disliked.

Lyra noticed. Her fair fingertips stroked his handsome face, she kissed him.

"Honey, don't worry too much. I'm heartbroken for you. Your butt is hurt. Sitting on the car seat will hurt, right? Be a good boy and rest at home for the day. And catch up on your sleep, okay?" Malcolm agreed.

After several days of sleep deprivation, he now really needed to make up for his doze and wake up his mental energy.

Lyra was dropped off by him at the White family's garage. He watched as she drove away from sight in her luxury car, before slowly making his way back to Lyre Spiti.

But Lyra, who drove away from the White family, didn't go far.

She parked her car at the corner of the street five hundred meters away, opened her cell phone contacts and called Chad.

After waiting for a while, the phone was quickly answered by the other side.

Chad sounded a little flattered.

"Why do you suddenly remember to call me? | am so moved." Lyra's mood was low and she didn't have the time to joke with him but got straight to the point, "I'm calling you today and you're not allowed to tell Malcolm about this." "Hmm?" Chad was slightly confused, "Do you want to hide it from my brother, why?" "Don't ask why. Anyway if you leak it to Malcolm before | get things done, don’t blame me for making it difficult for you in front of Malcolm in the future and have him deduct your salary and bonus." "Don't! My brother is under your control and listens to you most. Of course | am also at your command. You can ask whatever you want." Lyra's tone was calm, "Can you quietly get me a pair of NIB's heavy-duty hand and foot cuffs?" Chad, who was on the other end of the phone, froze before saying, "Heavy duty handcuffs and ankle cuffs are usually used for suspects who have committed major transgressions. Who are you trying to lock up?" Lyra avoided answering his question and asked instead, "I only asked if you could get it for me?" "Yes, it's not a big deal. How soon dd you want it?" "Before getting off the work." * The cool night.

The cold wind blew on Lyra's face, and she felt nothing but bone-chilling cold, just like her state of mind at the moment.

The nights used to be all about her and Malcolm's good times.

But now she hated the darkness immensely and feared that she will have an attack the next moment.

Before there was half hour to the end of her shift, she drove back to Lyre Spiti.

The villa was quiet. She went upstairs gently and quietly, pushed open the bedroom door, and found Malcolm who was still asleep.

Lyra lightened her steps and carefully sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at Malcolm's stunning sleeping face.

Malcolm had been suffering a lot lately. It was rare to get an afternoon nap like this, right? That was great that Malcolm wasn't awake, so she should get ready for the night early.