After divorce I am a billionaire

His words were entirely comforting to himself.

Lyra, who had completely lost her consciousness after the attack, could not have given him any response.

After thinking, he continued to say with fluke, "How about this, I do not uncuff you but I help you remove the towel from your mouth. Let you bite me a few times over. It is not considered a foul, right?" He said to himself resentfully and looked down to observe which place on his body should be bitten, which was the least obvious.

Eventually, he focused on the soft flesh under his arm.

Having deliberated, he approached Lyra again and reached out to help her remove the towel from her mouth.

However, as he just removed the towel, his eyes were drawn to a line on the towel.

It read, [If you dare to take the towel from my mouth, Malcolm, when | come to my senses tomorrow, you'll be doomed! Give it back to me now! How dare you let me bite you to vent my anger? If | find any teeth marks on you tomorrow, you will be dead! I'll run away to a place you'll never find me in your next life! Malcolm was speechless.

Rara had planned every step. She was really smart.

He was deflated sitting on the edge of the bed. He could not help but watch her anxiously. What can be done to ...

Seeing that Lyra's originally fair wrists and feet had more and more obvious blood marks, which were hideous and horrible, he couldn't stay anything.

He had no choice but to take out a strong sedative. To reduce Lyra's pain, he decisively injected the medicine into her arm.

As a full dose of strong sedatives was injected, Lyra's struggles became less and less violent, and finally she calmed down completely.

Malcolm rubbed her face in dismay and distress, wishing he could have suffered all the pain for her.

After a brief moment of grief, he skillfully and quickly found the keys to the handcuffs and footcuffs in the drawer of the bedside table.

The key were put in by Lyra in advance. She had been in the habit of putting small keys under the lamp, or in the drawer. She thought he didn’t know about it.

After helping her out of the restraints, he quickly carried her downstairs to the garage to drive to the lab for an infusion.

Keith's Villa.

The study.

Time always passed especially fast when people were seriously focused.

Melissa felt like she had blinked just a few times and half an hour had passed like that.

She had only memorized half of what Keith was going to check tonight when she saw Keith come in for a spot check.

With fluke mind, she accepted Keith's official spot check.

Keith could see her nervous gesture of swallowing saliva and didn't intend to make things too difficult for her, so he chose the simpler English words.

"What does the word ‘well-meaning’ mean?" "Huh?" Melissa was baffled by the question, "Mr. Keith, | haven't had a chance to read English tonight. | just read the reading analysis.

Can you ask about that?" Keith sighed deeply as if he were teaching his daughter.

Adhering to the hard truth that a little severity was the only way to succeed, he was unconcerned, "You didn't read it tonight, but you did last night, and | know you turned this page." Melissa did not know what to say.

Keith was patient in reiterating and purposely read the words very slowly for her to deconstruct, "I'll read it again. What does ‘well-meaning’ mean?" Melissa's mind went blank.

Somehow, she only remembered those she just read. She didn't the English word at all! Facing Keith's gaze, Melissa could only force herself to answer, "Just ... means good people?" Keith was relieved, "The meaning is somewhat similar. Let me give you a hint. It's an adjective." "Then ... kind?" Keith smiled and rubbed his head, "Right answer. I'll move on to the next one. It's late tonight. I'll only ask ten English words. You must pay careful attention to my grammar." Melissa nodded her head furiously in earnest.

For more than ten consecutive minutes of asking, Keith's face grew sullen.

He thought the first answer was right and it was a good start.

But he didn't expect that the beginning would mean the end, and Melissa's first one answer was a complete guess.

For the latter vocabulary, Keith made it more difficult and she couldn't even get it right.

"Ten words, you got nine wrong. | bet you didn't memorize them at all yesterday, just to not sleep in the same bed with me, so you came to the study to sleep overnight, didn't you?" Being exposed, Melissa was slightly embarrassed and didn't know how to explain.

Keith was depressed. Melissa, who lost her memory after they fell in love, was really cold to him, making him so heartbroken.

But there were certain reasons for this result.

He suppressed his sorrowful thoughts and began to execute the punishment in a proper manner.

"Melissa, give me your left hand.” Melissa confusedly spread her hand out and handed it over.

Keith grabbed her delicate fingertips, and pronounced in a deep voice, "Nine mistakes tonight, so let me hit you nine times. And you will remember." "Huh?" The punishment was actually to her palm if she answered wrongly? How old she was? How can he use this punishment of teaching disobedient children to her? She was thinking about it when Keith raised his hand up high and used his own hand as a punishment tool, beating her in the palm one at a time.

Snap ...

Their palms were pressed against each other, and the sound was clear and loud.

Melissa watched him use his hand and thought it didn't hurt much, but she didn't expect the palm to remain hot and sore after each beating.

"It hurts, Mr. Keith. Be gentle." She tried to retract her hand, but her fingertips were clenched tightly by Keith, and she could only watch as her palm was punished.

Keith held back his heartache feeling and said, "In the future, if you can't carry it up again, I'll beat it with my hand. I'll count on my poor supervision and suffer the pain with you." With his words, Melissa stopped struggling.

It was only nine strokes, and it was soon over.

The palms of the two were red at the same time.

Keith actually did not hit her hard. For the last few times, he used tricky force. It sounded loud, but in fact the force was given to his own palm. He felt more painful than Melissa.

He only wanted to have a deterrent effect on Melissa, and did not want to really punish her hard.

After the punishment, he lifted Melissa's hand and rubbed her burning palm.

"Does it hurt?" Melissa furrowed her eyebrows in grievance, "It hurts. Mr. Keith, do you feel painful?" Keith bent down and reverently kissed her on the palm, "I don't. Melissa if you feel pain, next time, you just need to behave well and memorize the words. And complete your goals carefully, and make sure you succeed in your exams this year, OK?" Melissa felt his tenderness. Her heart throbbed slightly, and she nodded slowly, "Got it. I'l fight for it." Keith: "So now, let's all go to our room and rest together, okay? | promise | won't cross the line, so just try to trust me, okay?" Melissa watched his burning eyes and agreed.

* In the lab.

Lyra was asleep and quietly receiving fluids in the bed.

Malcolm was sitting next to her. There was a pile of medical equipment on the bedside table. He was disinfecting and medicating her wrist wound.