After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 246 Not a sweet wife but a queen

Did they see it right?

Malcolm will personally peel oranges, and also feed ...

Was this gentle man in the video really the coldest and most ruthless person in charge of their White

Corp?

Even Chad froze, forgetting that he was even reporting data.

And in front of the screen, the man, who was watched by the people at the conference room, did not

notice the slightest impropriety.

Every time the orange was fed off screen, his always cool eyes will take on a touch of doting.

These two really had no qualms about showing their love.

Noticing that Chad's voice had stopped, Malcolm wrinkled his brows in displeasure and resumed his icy

scowl, "Go on."

"Oh, yes yes!"

Because of this interlude, Chad looked again at the information book in his hand.

Suddenly it was confusing.

Damn, he was shocked by the behavior of these two people. Which line did he read?

With a serious face, Malcolm reminded seriously: "profit/loss ratio of the Rossi Project."

"Oh yes, the profit/loss ratio ..."

Chad quickly found the corresponding rank and continued to report.

Just as Malcolm took the seventh section of the orange off-screen, Lyra's little face moved to the side,

not opening her mouth.

"No more."

Malcolm naturally withdrew his hand and prepared to feed it into his own mouth.

The sound of stopping came from the side, "No, you are not allowed to eat!"

It was not that Lyra was cheap, but people recovering from surgery shouldn't eat too many oranges,

and Malcolm had already eaten three today.

He needed moderation!

Malcolm paused in his orange-eating motion and glanced to the side.

"No!"

Lyra tightened her eyebrows, glared at him threateningly, looked at the clock again, and whispered,

"Time to take your medicine!"

So, all the directors looked at the big screen. Their boss was fierce and his face was extraordinarily

gloomy, as if the precursor of a rainstorm.

The crowd held their breath, expecting to see Malcolm slamming his glass in the next moment, as he

had done to them in the past.

Instead, Malcolm looked like a kid who didn't get his candy.

After a brief moment of displeasure, he quickly and obediently put down the orange, went by to get a

wet wipe and elegantly wiped his hands.

Then he took the pills handed to him by Lyra off screen, had them with warm water and continued the

meeting as if nothing had happened.

Holy crap!

This was called there was always one thing to overcome another?

Their boss was actually a ... was controlled by his wife and did not resist at all?

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that the man on the video

call, who was obedient to his wife, was Malcolm!

Malcolm himself, unaware of the series of actions he took before the video, soon became known

throughout the top.

After the exhausting meeting, he turned off his laptop and pressed the hands of Lyra who was still

leisurely on her cell phone on the sofa.

"Eh eh! What for?"

Looking at the phone lying innocently next to her, Lyra struggled with her wrist, but was pressed by

Malcolm.

Malcolm's dangerous breath gradually came closer to her.

He gently rubbed the tip of her nose, coldly accusing, "If you won't let me eat the orange, then I'll have

to eat you."

"Wait!"

Lyra was tickled by his teasing and instantly blushed. She swallowed and tried to find her senses,

"You're not fully healed yet. You can't have sex. You have to restrain!"

Malcolm was depressed.

Preferably he could not refute.

If he said the injury had healed, then Lyra may have to pack up her things and go back to Lloyd's Parlor

tomorrow.

If he said it did not heal, he would be restricted from having sex because of it.

It was so painful to go either way.

He was exasperated for a while and thought of a relatively acceptable method, "Well, it's okay for me

not having sex. My injury is already better. Can you go back to my room to sleep at night?"

Lyra shook her head decisively, "No, I'm not used to sleeping with the other at night."

"Habits can change. Two nights at the most, and you'll get used to it."

"Don't think I don't know what plan you have in mind. No means no!" Lyra was determined not to fall for

it.

Her provocative look succeeded in stirring up the fire in Malcolm's heart.

Malcolm held her directly at the waist and dominantly lifted her onto his shoulders, with his other hand

imprisoning her legs to prevent her from falling in the struggle.

He smiled evilly, "Today it's you who first provoke me. You have to be responsible for it."

"Malcolm! Put me down!"

With her legs being confined, Lyra could only flail her arms behind him.

But she was also concerned about his body that was still injured, and was afraid if she hit his back too

hard, it will hurt him.

Eventually, Lyra focused on his firm and thick ass. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She balled her hands into fists and pounded him on the ass!

And she kept saying, "You bully me! I'll beat you to death! Let go. Put me down!"

Being whacked on the butt, Malcolm was completely pissed off.

He didn't fight back, just yelled behind him, "Lyra!"

Lyra was called by her name for the first time. She didn't react for a while and froze for two seconds.

It was only when the cell phone rang that this farce between the two ended.

It was Lyra's cell phone. Reginald was calling.

Malcolm had to put her back on the couch and let her answer the phone first.

It took a moment to slow down the gasp after the frolic before she asked, "Daddy, what's wrong?"

"Baby, is Malcolm's body much better lately?"

"Right."

"Collin did a poor job of thinking this through. Since he's better, why don't you take him back to Lloyd's

Parlor for a family dinner tonight?"

After all, they were engaged. Malcolm had not really been back to Lloyd's Parlor with her once, and

Reginald had not even seen him a few times.

Lyra thought about it and decided that it really didn't fit.

"Okay dad, I know. I'll bring him over for dinner on time tonight."

"That's my girl ..."

Reginald made small talk with her for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone.

Silence returned to the living room.

Lyra looked at her phone and bowed her head, not even looking up at the man standing in front of her.

Malcolm couldn't see her expression, which was a little strange.

He squatted to her feet, but unexpectedly saw her eyes were red. And there were tears shining, like the

fleeting shooting stars in the night sky.

Malcolm's heart fluttered at the sight of those tears.

He couldn't stand to see her being aggrieved and instantly softened his tone and asked, "What's

wrong?"

Lyra pouted and turned her face away from him, not even looking at him, "You yell at me."

"I didn't."

Lyra was even more aggrieved.

With this incident today, she just reacted.

Malcolm, at heart, had always been a domineering and arrogant man.

And he was above her in strength and stature.

Normally, Malcolm gave in to her, but when they did get into a fight, she can't beat Malcolm.

Even if she really annoyed Malcolm , what he would do to her, for her, was also unknown fear.

She can't let Malcolm keep her down. She was not willing to be his soft and sweet wife forever!

She wanted to turn over and become a queen!

She had to squash Malcolm's attempts to control her once and for all!

It looked like her little surprise for Malcolm was coming early.

She had to find a chance to tame him and give herself a boost!