A Divorce Make Me Rich

Garrett was wronged, but was upset when confronted with Malcolm’s questioning and forcibly snatching her away from him.

“You’re suspecting me of drugging? I, Garrett do not care to do this kind of dirty things. It’s Lyra, she is in a bad mood. I accompany her drink only. She is drunk. I have to take her back to rest.”

He stepped forward to snatch Lyra back, but Malcolm sidestepped, holding Lyra tightly in his arms.

“Don’t bother. I’ll take care of her.”

Garrett looked gradually serious, “From what you said, you like Lyra too?”

“Right.”

Garrett was annoyed.

It was hard to get rid of Melvin, and now there was Malcolm in the way.

“You hug her like this. It’s not good. Lyra is only back to Suham recently. She seems to be not familiar with you, but I am with her from childhood. You’d better give her to me.”

He was about to go for a hard grab when Chad stopped him, “Mr. Frazier, behave yourself. Miss Lyra is engaged to Mr. Malcolm. It makes sense for him to take care of Miss Lyra.”

“Engaged?”

When did this happen? How came he didn’t hear anything about it?

Chad could see his confusion, “It was the old Mr. White who went to the Lloyd family and decided it himself. The news will be made public at Miss Lyra’s welcoming part. Please Mr. Frazier understand who is the outsider here.”

Garrett blushed, not expecting the White family to move so fast and Reginald to just say yes!

Malcolm was Lyra’s fiancé and he was just a friend, so he didn’t have the upper hand in this.

Seeing that he didn’t insist, Malcolm picked Lyra up in his arms and turned his head to leave.

Lyra was on his broad chest, smelled his familiar tobacco smell and tightened her hands around his neck subconsciously, “Don’t go. You just said… won’t leave me …”

Garrett heard it too and smiled smugly, “Mr. Malcolm, it seems Lyra she still prefers to come with me.”

Malcolm’s body stiffened and he looked down at Lyra, who was unconscious and drunk in his arms, but still had a resigned look on her face.

She said this morning that she had a man she liked. Could it be Garrett?

And she also came to Peachpuff alone with Garrett.

She was obviously a good drinker and alert, but this time she was defenselessly drunk like this. She seemed to have really taken Garrett to heart.

But why, it was Garrett …

Malcolm put up with this suffocated feeling and held back the pain in his eyes. His voice was low and extremely magnetic, “Chad, let Mr. Frazier leave.”

Chad came up and drove him away.

Garrett was reluctant, “Mr. Malcolm, nothing forcibly done is going to be agreeable. You should respect Lyra’s choice and let me take her to rest.”

Malcolm turned back and gave him a cold and hostile look, “She is my fiancée. I can do whatever I want!”

After leaving these words, Malcolm carried Lyra away.

“Mr. Malcolm, you’ve only known her for days. She’s not going to like you! If you dare to sleep with her, when she wakes up, you will be responsible for the consequences!”

Garrett was uneasy and shouted furiously behind him.

Malcolm chose to ignore it and carried Lyra to a hotel at a heavy pace.

When they arrived at the entrance of the hotel, they bumped into Fifteen and Seventeen, who were in a hurry to go back to the bar after taking the room card.

The two noticed Chad first. Malcolm was wearing a mask so they didn’t recognize him, but it was hard not to notice Lyra in his arms.

“Why is the lady in your arms? Where is Mr. Frazier?”

Seeing the atmosphere was tense, Chad rushed forward to explain, “This is Mr . Malcolm. He is my new boss. Miss Lyra is too drunk. Mr. Malcolm is ready to get a room to take care of her.”

“But Miss, she won’t like it when she wakes up …”

Chad: “The marriage contract was made by the elders of both families. It was only a matter of time before they got married. Miss Lyra was drunk. Could there be a better person to take care of her than Mr. Malcolm? Is it you two or me?”

Fifteen and Seventeen looked at each other and had nothing more to say.

Chad’s sharp eyes noticed the room card in Fifteen’s hand, and while he was still torn, he directly grabbed the room card and entered the room with Malcolm.

Fifteen and Seventeen rushed to follow and stood guard right at the entrance to the room.

Chad came out of the room and patted the shoulders of two people, “I have not seen you for half a year. How about drinking tonight?”

Fifteen felt awkward, “No, Miss stays in the hotel. We have to guard here.”

Seventeen nodded.

“Mr. Malcolm is here. He’s not bad and will protect Miss Lyra. Go go go, we have to find a place to drink and have barbecue.”

“Hmm, wait a minute …”

The two followed Chad out very “reluctantly”.

In the hotel room.

Malcolm carried Lyra to bed, helped her remove her coat and high heels and covered her with comforter. Then he went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water and carefully wiped her face.

He moved very gently, being afraid of waking her up.

The lamp on the bedside table was dim, adding a bit of ambiguity to the room.

Malcolm’s eyes followed the towel and wandered over the delicate features of her sleeping face, as if to carve it firmly into his heart.

Even if he can only watch her sleep quietly like this, he was also satisfied.

This face, this person, was an existence that he wanted to carve into his heart to love deeply.

But, she now liked Garrett …

It had only been six months and she seemed to have completely forgotten about him.

No, not completely forgotten, as her ex-husband, he can still be mentioned and got the blame.

Thinking about this, Malcolm’s heart was like being stabbed by a sharp knife. Even the breathing was painful.

With red eyes, he sat at the head of the bed, quietly looking at Lyra.

Now she was asleep and her little red and full lips were slightly open, which was the ultimate temptation for him.

Malcolm wondered if he could sneak a kiss to her.

Anyway, she won’t remember tomorrow when she sobered up.

But was this too improper?

With ambivalence in his heart, he apprehensively leaned down and approached her …

Lyra was already drunk and confused, and this was the severest she had been since her stomach was hurt by alcohol.

Her eyelashes fluttered. She opened her eyes in a trance, and saw an extremely scary and enlarged ghostly face in her still unclear vision.

Her hand reacted instinctively, snapping hard at the ugly ghost face.

“Are you a monster? Dare to approach me?!”

“Ow …”

A cry of pain that caught him off guard.

Malcolm was not expecting her to wake up and strike out of nowhere, and the nose beneath the ghostly face was nearly pressed by the heavy blow.

He wanted to rub the bridge of his nose to see if there was a nosebleed, but Lyra was awake and he didn’t dare take off his ghost mask, so he could only force the pain down.

Lyra was sober, but not yet completely sober.

Her vision was dim. Her head was dizzy.

The ghostly face circled like the pointer of a clock in front of her.

She braced her hand against the bed, backing up as she sat up. And her whole body curled up to the head of the bed, with her hands shaking in a defensive position.

“You ugly thing. Get away from me!”

Malcolm was helpless.

Seeing that she still seemed drunk, he cleared his throat and said hoarsely, “Miss Lloyd, it’s Malcolm.”

Malcolm?

Lyra read the name silently.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

For days, that was the name she heard most often.

She simply disgusted with the name to the extreme!

With the effect of alcohol, she kicked over viciously, and went to touch something on the bedside table as a weapon, and cursed fiercely.

“You bastard! Still want to marry me?! I’ll send you to hell first!”