A Divorce Make Me Rich

“Don’t …”

Malcolm burrowed into her neck. His voice was weak and feeble, pouting, “I still like to hear you call me Mel.”

Lyra cupped his face and kissed his thin and bloodied lips without disdain, “Okay, from now on, you’re the only one I’ll call Mel.”

Malcolm’s miserable pale lips were gently curled in contentment.

Lyra carefully adjusted into a position to support him, “Is this okay to walk?”

“Yes.”

The two walked slowly in the direction of the car in an assisted position.

Chad watched the backs of the two and froze in place.

He felt like he was just redundant!

They went back to the White Manor.

As soon as Malcolm lay down on the bed, Lyra started to took his clothes off.

“Just be reserved. Let Chad do this.”

Lyra glared at him, “What? Afraid that if I look at your body, I’ll want to eat you? Don’t worry about it. You’re so badly hurt. I’m not such a beast yet.”

“Oh, then it seems my charm is not enough.”

He sounded a little disappointed.

Lyra pursed her lips to stifle a smile and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips as a reward.

Malcolm couldn’t get enough.

That was it?

Lyra received his accusing look, smiled sweetly, and was extra serious in her pupils that were as dazzling as stars.

“Mel, you’re hurt. I’ll feel guilty and feel like I’m trashing you, so absolutely not. You’re not allowed to try to seduce me again!”

When she said the last sentence, her eyebrows furrowed in accusation against him.

Chad just stood in the corner of the bed, quietly watching the two.

He tut-tutted.

Trash, seduce.

Hahahaha, those words were wonderful!

His boss’ sickly look was quite compatible with those words!

No sooner had he returned from his state of admiration than the two at the head of the bed looked at him coldly almost simultaneously.

In unison, they said, “Get out!”

Chad froze, had a naive smile, and awkwardly scratched the back of his head, “I thought my boss needs me on the medicine. Since Miss Lyra is here, it seems I have nothing to do here. You guys continue!”

He put the medicine and medical kit he brought back from the lab on the bedside table, exited the bedroom, and thoughtfully closed the door for them.

When he left, Lyra began to undress Malcolm.

Not surprisingly, the wound split open, and blood soaked his shirt, even through the layers of bandages.

“You really lied to me again. You call it not badly hurt?”

Malcolm coaxed, “I have a lot of blood. I can’t die. Don’t worry.”

“You’re a big idiot! Collin loves me, even if I do go home with him, with my dad and Kathleen protecting me, he’ll just give me a couple of token smacks at most, but it’s different if he hits you. Why do you have to stop it?”

Malcolm rubbed her ear where Collin had twisted it. It wasn’t red anymore but he was still distressed, “Just think of it as me being impulsive. It won’t happen next time.”

He didn’t know when he became more and more overwhelmed with his feelings for Rara.

This was the woman he wanted to hold in his heart and spoil for life.

He himself could not hurt a finger of her, others, including her brother, were absolutely not allowed to touch her!

Lyra also knew he wasn’t listening and sighed, shifting her gaze to get the medicine Chad had left behind.

She had no experience in applying medication and changing bandages, so Malcolm had to teach her as a master while doing it himself.

After a few hours, the medicine was finally applied and the wound was re-dressed.

Malcolm took the medicine. His face recovered a little, and he fell asleep on her lap in a deflated state.

Lyra looked at the time. It was already quite late. If she left now, she would surely wake up Malcolm who was already asleep.

But if she didn’t go back, she was afraid Collin was going to have to be mean again.

Lyra was a little hesitant.

She looked down to observe Malcolm, who seemed to be sleeping particularly soundly.

Despite being asleep, his features were still handsome.

She unconsciously look fascinated.

It wasn’t until the phone rang that her thoughts were pulled back.

It was Kathleen calling.

“Lyra, how’s it going? Is he hurt badly?”

Lyra cleared her throat, with a crying tone deliberately, “Kathleen, Collin’s strength is great. You know, Mel, he was already injured. This time there is a new wound on top of the old. Since we’re back to the White Manor, he’s unconscious.”

Kathleen understood her somewhat, but still asked symbolically, “So serious? Collin was ill-considered, so what are you planning? Are you coming back tonight?”

Lyra took the opportunity to say, “After all, it’s because of Collin that, he’s hurt like this. I feel guilty about it, so I want to stay with him temporarily and take care of him for a few days. When he gets better, I’ll go back to Lloyd’s Parlor. Is that okay?”

“This …”

Kathleen covered the phone microphone and said in a very small voice, “if you want to stay, just stay. I’ll help you, but remember to be quiet, no …”

She didn’t finish her sentence when Collin’s angry yell came from far away on the other end of the phone.

“Lyra, if you dare to sleep with him again, I will definitely break your legs when you come back! No one can stop me this time!”

The roar was extremely penetrating.

Lyra hurriedly took the phone far away, and subconsciously looked at Malcolm in his lap. Fortunately he was not awake.

But how did Collin’s words sound so awkward?

It was like she was a bandit who demolished a virtuous young man?

She was so depressed, but she only dared to complain in a very low voice, “Collin, he is a wounded man. How can I continue to do that to him! Your sister is not that insane!”

Collin grunted twice in condescension.

Kathleen: “Don’t worry. I will help you. You take good care of Malcolm these days. He’s a quite responsible and handsome boy. I like him.”

“You dare say you like him. Kathleen, have you lost your mind? Come here!”

“Eh eh, wait a minute my phone hasn’t …”

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Lyra was stunned for a few seconds, remembering what Kathleen had said, and she felt so shy.

But Collin seemed angry. Would Kathleen be okay?

In order to stay and take care of Malcolm, she had to sacrifice Kathleen. Thanks to Kathleen!

She let out a long breath, glancing at the man who was sleeping on her lap and smiling?

When did he wake up?

And eavesdropping on her phone!

“Mel?”

Malcolm instantly stopped smiling and pretended to be sleeping soundly.

What a good actor!

Sometimes she can’t even tell which of his words were true and which were false.

Lyra felt a little unhappy.

Hmm.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was injured, she would have had to give him a good lesson.

She would let him know what it meant to be obedient!