After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 158 Provocation? Need beating?

It was an order.

There was no room for negotiation or bargaining.

Did she want to draw a line in the sand with him so badly that she refused to accept him again, no matter how hard he tried?

So she was really determined to be a stranger to him for the rest of her life?

Melvin's lowered eyelashes trembled lightly, and his dark eyes gradually renewed a layer of gloomy mist.

The tyranny and hostility under the eyes had long disappeared.

He felt like his heart was being rubbed so hard that it hurt.

The pale and handsome face can't hide his vulnerability.

Lyra noticed his expression.

But the coldness on her face didn't change at all, and the hand that handed the document was raised.

Melvin held his breath. His fingertips trembled lightly as he took the document, feeling incomparably complicated.

Lyra was turning around to get a pen from the coffee table when she heard a "hissing" sound behind her. Melvin's dark eyes were cold and stern, and once again he did not hesitate to tear the document to shreds.

It was even more outrageous this time. He threw the shreds at her head?

Snowy white shreds of paper fell on her head.

Provocation?

Lyra was really angry.

That fury surged, rolled, screamed and burned from the bottom to the top of her head.

She ground her teeth, "Do you wanna die?"

The man across was abashed not the least, and when he stared at her, his dark eyes were incomparably gloomy.

He moved his bony hand to the belt around his waist, unfastened the buckle sharply, and made a move to pull it out.

"What are you doing?"

Lyra stood motionless.

Was he annoyed? And he wanted to beat her up?

Oh, with his current strength, he really thought he can beat her?

She stared at him with anger glowing, grinding her teeth and waiting for him.

But the next moment, he folded his belt in half and forced it into her hand.

Then he turned around and knelt on one knee. His broad back was extraordinarily straight with only a white shirt on.

He said, "I won't obey this order. I make you angry. I admit and you can whip me as a punishment! Whip until you feel good, until you are relieved!" Lyra was stunned.

What was it?

Her fury was ready to come out and suddenly... she laughed!?

"Are you out of your mind? What is the fetish? Are you a fucking masochist?"

Melvin bit his lower lip, and his eyes were slightly red.

He was not a masochist.

Even though he had suffered and been injured in the army before, he was still afraid of pain.

But more than the pain, he did not want to lose her, did not want to be a stranger with her, then he would felt suffocated.

"All of this is just for you! I'm desperately trying to pay off my debt to you, not to be a stranger to you, but I want you to give me a chance to start over. I really like you!"

He talked too much at once and his throat was dry and unbearable. Then he coughed so hard which caused his shoulders tremble lightly but his back remained straight.

"Like me?"

Lyra's red lips were pursed and she looked down at him quietly for a moment.

Her eyes were as cold as death, and her tone was like a mixture of ice crumbs, without temperature.

"This is three years late. I no longer want it. For me, late love is cheap."

"Want to start over? Impossible."

Melvin gasped painfully, "I'm sorry..."

He clenched both fists and sniffled. Resigning himself, he closed his eyes, "Then you can beat me. It is absolutely impossible to let me sign this anyway."

Lyra listened to him and frowned, "The fever made you silly? You just recovered and weak. How many strokes can you withstand if I really hit you hard?"

She also knew that he had just recovered from a fever ...

Melvin felt extremely aggrieved.

He said, "Even if I can't withstand, I'm willing to endure until you feel better."

Oh.

Stubborn, right?

He was asking for it, wasn't he?

She clutched the folded belt and straightened it with a crunching sound.

Melvin didn't move, gritting his teeth and preparing for the pain to come at any moment.

Lyra looked at him like he was punchable, and suddenly got the idea to tease him. She smiled badly and said, "Wearing a top is not funny. If it is torn, you have to buy a new one. there is a layer of fabric, and the pain is not strong, right?"

Melvin swallowed hard, immediately removed the shirt and throw it to the coffee table in an noble and elegant way.

Then his posture remained the same. He was neither overbearing nor servile, waiting for her to make her move.

Lyra was in no hurry and stood quietly behind him for a while to enjoy his back.

Although he was injected with a special drug, that drug did not have any effect on his own figure, and even made his skin fair which was better looking.

Plus he already had dorsal muscles, the lines were clear and perfect.

Just looking at it was very eye catching.

Lyra finished enjoying it and gently stroked every muscle of his back with the tip of the belt that was folded in half.

Slow and methodical, she was extremely patient.

Melvin couldn't help but shudder slightly. Lyra was clearly teasing him on purpose!

It made his mouth parched and tongue scorched, and his back itchy.

Just as he was teased a little too much, Lyra loosened the end of the belt and held on to the metal buckle.

Raising it high, she used it as a whip and swung it out with all her might.

Whoosh--

The belt swept with a strong wind and whistles.

Melvin closed his eyes tightly and his whole body shivered lightly almost by reflex.

But... it didn't hurt.

Lyra was whipping the marble floor this time.

She threw the belt and snorted softly, "Wimp!"

She thought he was tough but was still shaking.

Even if he was a masochist, she was not an unreasonable and violent person.

"Put your clothes on. Since you won't sign, live with it until you want to."

She turned her head to go out.

Melvin quickly got up and turned around, grabbing her wrist, "It's nighttime, where are you going?"

"This place is unpleasant to stay. I just change the place to live."

These words seemed to be spoken carelessly, but in reality they were cold and heartless.

Melvin clutched her wrist tightly and wouldn't let go.

From what she said, she didn't intend to go back here in the future and left him here alone.

She wanted to use emotional abuse to force him to sign?

"Let go." Lyra wrinkled her brows and broke his hand without mercy.

Melvin breathed a sigh of relief and finally compromised.

"Just one year! I'll use this year to pay you back for the three years when we were married. And when my debt is completely paid off, I'll take the initiative to leave and never bother you again, OK?"

"Really?"

Lyra confirmed again, "You have to leave forever."

Melvin gasped and his face was tragically pallid, "Yes, I'll do what I say."

"Great." She raised her eyebrows and used her phone to record the guarantee he had just given, "Remember what you said."

Melvin nodded wanly. He looked frail an gloomy and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a while he said, "Dinner is ready. Why don't you have some?"

Lyra didn't refuse, and since it was the last year, it was a matter of following the agreement and doing what needed to be done.

Melvin's cooking was much better than before. Lyra ate a lot and went to the study to take care of some business before going back to her room to take a shower and rest.

The next morning, she went to work at Angle Group as usual.

No sooner had she stepped out the door of Seaside Villa than a group of uniformed police officers with stern expressions approached her.

The policeman in charge showed her his ID.

"Hello, Miss Carroll, I'm Bernard Puckett from the Frayton Police Department. You have been charged with trespassing, intentional injury and intentional damage to private property. Please come with us."