A Divorce Make Me Rich

Malcolm was kicked so hard in the side of his back by her foot that he cramped up in pain.

He covered the side of his waist. Before he could endure the sharp pain in his back, Lyra moved quickly, took a decorative vase on the bedside table, and tried to smash it on his head.

Malcolm hastily clutched his head and arched his back.

He did not fight back, did not dodge and let her beat him.

The vase Lyra was holding hit him on the back three times in a row.

Because she was dizzy, the force of her hands was not great.

But the hard vase smashed into the backbone and it still hurt.

Malcolm was going to have a psychological disorder.

He was depressed thinking that in the future, he would never put anything on his bedside table that could be used as a murder weapon!

After a few smashes, as if she was not relieved, Lyra knocked the vase onto the corner of the table. And the vase was shattered with pieces. Then she picked a sharp shred and swung it viciously at him.

“Lyra!”

Malcolm had to duck for fear that the sharp shred in her hands would hurt herself.

Because of the hesitation, he did not dodge in time and was cut by the shred in the right clavicle. The skin was stained with a shallow bloody slash, and the white shirt collar quickly was soaked with blood.

Lyra originally intended to cut his neck but failed.

Malcolm took advantage of her movement and quickly grabbed her wrist, throwing the murder weapon she was holding.

Lyra stared at his mask with indignation, “Malcolm! You’re wearing this stupid thing to scare me, aren’t you? I’d like to see how ugly your face is under this mask!”NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

“Don’t, I …”

He had no time to explain, and Lyra knocked his head directly with her forehead.

Taking advantage of his loosened grip, Lyra’s wrists were free and she took his mask off with one hand.

Malcolm was so confused. He didn’t think she could be so fierce even though she was drunk!

The mask was taken off, and he turned his back on her with a guilty conscience, as if his heart was beating so fast that it was running out of his throat.

However, after he had waited for one second, two seconds …

The woman behind her, who had been screaming so much, suddenly stopped talking and the room was quiet.

He cautiously turned back and glanced at her.

But he found Lyra had fallen on the bed and slept unconsciously. There was a large and red mark on her forehead. Apparently it was caused by just hitting his head with her forehead and then she knocked herself out.

He was so relieved but his heart was still fluttering with fear.

A stabbing pain came from his collarbone, and he pressed it with his hand. The bright and red blood was sticking to his fingers, signaling what had just happened.

Malcolm was red-eyed and sore from all the punches she had taken.

He felt so wronged!

He took care of her because she was drunk. And he didn’t think she could hit him so hard even when she was drunk!

The desperation that had built up all day from the morning when he learned she had a crush on someone, to the time when he learned it was Garrett she liked, and finally when she beat him violently, was finally overwhelming.

The tip of his nose was hard to resist the sourness. Eventually, his eyelashes were stained with tears.

Just as he was staring at the blood on his finger and grieving, Lyra on the bed squinted her eyes and watched him quietly for a long time.

Malcolm was aware of her gaze.

Turning his head, he looked at Lyra.

What was the expression in her eyes?

Did she recognize him?

Malcolm swallowed nervously. His mind was whirling, thinking of reasons to muddle through.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Lyra sat up and came close to him. Cupping his face with both hands, she was smiling happily.

“I’m dreaming again. It’s true that I can only see you in my dreams. Although this time his face seems a little different, it’s still so handsome…”

Her burp sprayed Malcolm’s face with a strong scent of alcohol.

His mind went blank and he looked at her in confusion.

“I don’t care. It’s my dream. It’s up to me!”

She continued to approach him with a smirk and an impish look on her face.

While he was still confused, her small mouth gave him a soft kiss to his cold and thin lips.

Malcolm’s dark eyes were shocked. The soft feeling on his lips hadn’t disappeared, and he was stunned in place like an electric shock.

Did she just … take the initiative to kiss him?!

Lyra smiled with arched eyebrows and a contented face, but those eyes were still dazed. Obviously, she was still drunk.

Malcolm’s back stiffened and he didn’t even dare to move.

He was not sure if she would do something amazing next!

Was it a slap to his face, or a kick to his waist?

Under his suspicious gaze, Lyra’s small hands gently wrapped around his strong waist. She gazed down, found the blood stains on the collar and gradually felt distressed.

“How can you be injured in my dream? Who dares to hurt you? I’ll get them killed!”

Malcolm’s grievance instantly disappeared by her heartfelt look, even if he realized that she was probably mistaking him for someone else now.

He coaxed in a soft tone, “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

The corners of Lyra’s mouth turned downward in unhappiness.

“But I’m heartbroken.”

After saying this, she moved up and gently kissed the shallow wound on his collarbone.

She was a kitten, soothing her wounded companion.

Just now she unilaterally beat him violently. At present, she was extremely gentle.

“Lyra, you …”

Malcolm watched her move with shock.

The collarbone was kissed by her soft lips, like honey that sweetened his whole heart and made him want to stop but couldn’t.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and wouldn’t let go.

Touched, satisfied, surprised but afraid of losing her again. All kinds of complex emotions would let him hug her tightly.

He wished that time could stop at this moment.

He even selfishly hoped that Lyra’s affection would always belong to him alone.

“Do you like it?”

Malcolm rubbed her head and smiled heartily, “I like it.”

Lyra got into his arms and rested her head on the other side of his collarbone, gently sniffing the nice tobacco smell on him.

“Then you have to come to my dream every day. I want to hug you, kiss you, and sleep with you …”

As she spoke, her voice trailed off.

Malcolm looked down at his kitten who fell asleep again.

But this time was different. She slept extraordinarily sound in his arms and did not wake up.

Malcolm kept this posture for several hours without moving, and over time, he began to have back pain and neck pain.

He wanted to rest her head back on the pillow, but with the slightest movement, the person in his arms instantly frowned and expressed protest silently.

No way.

Malcolm had to fight through his body’s aches and pains and cover her tightly with the comforter.

She slept well the whole night in his arms.

The next day at six in the morning.

Malcolm leaned gently against Lyra’s head. As he just took a nap, a tentative bird call came from outside the door, which was very soft.

Knowing it was Chad, he instantly sobered up.

Looking down at the person in his arms, who was sleeping soundly, he had to put her back on the bed carefully.

Luckily, Lyra was already asleep and not very reactive.

He got up gingerly, grabbed his coat and went out.

Chad was standing outside the door waiting, and as soon as Malcolm came out, he noticed the blood on the collar of his shirt with his sharp eyes.

“Boss, why are you hurt!? Did you two fight last night?”

There was no fight. He was the one who was beaten.

But if Chad hadn’t mentioned it, he would have forgotten about it.

The wound no longer hurt, but the soft touch of Lyra’s lips kissing his wound was still vivid in his mind.

His ears were slightly red and he was content with what happened last night.

Except his ached waist …

He rubbed the back of his waist and the back of his sore neck, with the sleepiness on his face.

“Let’s go. She should be awake later.”

Chad looked at his waist-holding action, immediately understood and was surprised: “Boss, you have made progress! So soon you’re in bed with the lady. It must be very violent last night?”