After Divorce I Am A Billionaire

Chapter 110 Bitter trick?

"You're not allowed to leave here."

She was brief and to the point, and was about to close the door.

"Wait, hiss ..."

Melvin subconsciously reached for the door. The pain made him have cold sweats on his forehead .

Lyra was also stunned, "Are you a pig? Blocking with your hands?"

How much did it hurt?

Melvin covered the right hand that was caught with grievance, "My hand is injured, and you can not let me finish? Although we signed the agreement, I should also have human rights. You can not deprive, so you do not feel ..."

Lyra interrupted him, "Tell me."

"I want to go back to Cloud View Villa."

He answered without hesitation, and his brow furrowed slightly.

However, because of the injection of special drugs that caused weakness, his complexion was always paler than before. There was always a sickly feeling, but the expression had a fragile sense of beauty.

He was taller than Lyra. Although there was no sense of oppression, he was more like a big wolf in sheep's clothing.

Originally, Lyra wavered because of his injury, but instantly reacted with the words he said.

Was he trying to give her a bitter trick?

Waited for tomorrow!

"No, go to bed. I'll have the bodyguard pack it up and deliver it in the morning."

"Eh ..."

Melvin was about to say something else when the door slammed shut with a heavy thud in response.

His face instantly went cold, "Heartless and unreasonable."

With the resentful words, he turned his head downstairs and went directly to the first floor, intending to go to the front door to see the situation.

He just went outside the door of the living room, without even taking a step into the garden. Two bodyguards suddenly jumped out from the shadows.

"No going out late at night. Mr. Freeman please return."

Melvin's face was so dark and sullen, and he could only turn around and go back to his room. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Since the bodyguard was able to detect his movements at any time, it was obvious that Lyra was on guard against him.

He looked at his phone. Chad had called once, and he deleted the record and then chose to turn the phone off.

For days of the hard work in the mountains searching for her, injuries, to today's cooking, he was indeed exhausted.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, he quickly drifted off to sleep.

He didn't know how long it took, but a sudden bird call outside the window woke him up.

He opened his eyes and sat up.

This was their unique code word. It was Chad.

He quickly got up and headed for the window when suddenly the chandelier overhead was turned on.

When he turned around, Lyra was leaning against the door, looking at him with a smirk.

Melvin stood still and turned back to meet her eyes.

He did not expect that after injecting this drug, his acuity to his surroundings was reduced!

He can't believe he didn't know when she pushed the door in?

Lyra just laughed, with her starry eyes staring sharply at him.

"Still not sleeping?"

Melvin curled the corner of his mouth, "A little hungry and couldn't sleep, so I wanted to go to the kitchen."

"To go to the kitchen from the window?"

She was amused, "Are you going to jump off from the second floor to find a meal?"

She sensed something was wrong from the sound of the birds chirping.

After all, the security she had set up for the yard was A-grade, and not even a fly could get in, so where would the birds come from?

Melvin didn't say anything.

As if he could not think of a good reason to refute her.

She was too lazy to continue to break him down and just said, "It's already 1 a.m., so I advise you to get some more sleep. You have to get up at 6 a.m. tomorrow to make breakfast, so don't play tricks this time or you won't want to eat all day."

After saying that, she turned around and went back to the third floor.

Being delayed for a while, Chad did not make another sound, presumably also perceived the difference.

He closed the curtains, intending to find an opportunity to contact Chad later.

The next morning, Melvin got up on time as Lyra had set, and as soon as he came downstairs, he saw the bodyguards busy carrying something from outside into the living room.

He walked over to see that it was all his luggage.

Delivered so early?

When the bodyguard saw him coming, he pointed to the stack of cardboard boxes that were stacked up and sounded a little gloating.

"Mr. Freeman, please pack this pile of luggage and move it up before Miss Carroll wakes up. Miss Carroll doesn't like the dirty and messy environment. She will not be happy to see it."

Melvin didn't answer.

He knew that this was a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for him.

With his current strength, it was estimated that he will be exhausted. With so many things, it would take a long time to finish, not to mention he had to prepare the breakfast before Lyra woke up.

The bodyguard looked at him who was immobile, and said meaningfully, "Mr. Freeman, a man can not say no, but if you really can not, you can also ask us to help you."

His eyes narrowed coldly and he immediately went to carry the suitcase.

When Lyra came out of the room, she saw that he was sweating and his white shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to his body and revealing his hidden abs and mermaid line.

Lyra had always known he had a nice body, but she wasn't interested in his body right now.

She asked, "Is breakfast ready?"

"There's one last carton. Wait for me for a moment." Melvin gritted his teeth as if the distraction of talking would intensify the tiredness in his body.

Lyra nodded and went downstairs to the living room in no hurry.

Suddenly her sharp eyes noticed that the medical kit she took out of her locker last night was missing.

She stayed calm and sat down on the sofa to watch the morning drama.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Melvin took a shower and came downstairs with clean clothes.

When he passed Lyra, he didn't even glance at her for a second before going straight into the kitchen.

Lyra guessed that he probably hadn't started it yet and just got up to walk over.

But Melvin came out with two plates of warm dishes in his hands and put them on the dining table, followed by another dishes in the kitchen.

She stood still, observed his busy figure, and her heart was slightly alarmed.

In just one night, the man adapted to all the arrangements she gave him. He got up in the morning and carried heavy things and had to cook. And he actually managed to rationalize his time so quickly and solved the problems she put up.

This man was not simple.

Lyra had a vague feeling that he was hiding something too?

As she was thinking about it, Melvin had already set up the dishes and stood aside quietly to wait for her to sit.

Lyra always felt docile when she watched him lower his eyebrows?

Like a wolf pretending to be a lamb. What big move was he holding back?

Although she thought this way, she sat down and began to taste breakfast.

Porridge was watery and the cabbage was bland ...

But compared to last night's, it was still edible, and Lyra didn't intentionally make things difficult for him.

After barely eating, she put down her chopsticks, and Melvin had the good sense to clean up and go wash the dishes.

It was still early, so Lyra continued to sit on the couch and ate fruit while watching the drama.

By the way, every now and then she looked at Melvin crouching on the floor next to her, poorly scrubbing the floor. She felt appetite and her mood was extra good.

Previously Fiona deliberately made things difficult for her, forbidding her to put a mop in the villa, saying that it would be cleaner if she wiped it inch by inch by hands.

She guessed she never thought that one day her proud baby son would be squatting at the feet of the woman she despised the most to wipe the floor.

It was so retributive and painful.

Lyra laughed and ate the cherries, when her phone suddenly rang.

It was Jackie.

"Boss, Wesley is here and is screaming in your office, saying he wants to talk to you! He won't leave until you come!"