After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 169 He would rather sink into it

The two men got on quickly and methodically, moving so fast they almost overlapped and were indistinguishable.

Lyra did not know how to assemble this stuff, looking dazzled.

But she kept her eyes on Melvin.

He was too calm. He said he had only touched a few times, but the skilled movements were completely out of his muscle memory.

It was impossible to do without years of experience in using guns so he was able to assemble with Anthony without the slightest disadvantage.

She stared intently at Melvin. Her expression was growing grim.

Across the room, Anthony was keenly aware that Lyra's focus had been on the opposite side.

When assembling to the last part, his hand deliberately paused for half a second.

In this half second, Melvin had already finished putting it together, coldly raised his gun and aimed at between his eyebrows. The killing intent was rolling under his eyes. Hid bony hand gestured to pull the trigger.

Lyra noticed his movement and voiced out almost instantly, "Melvin, no!"

Melvin was stunned, and his dark eyes suddenly trembled uncontrollably, but did not move.

"Drop it. That's an order!"

Across the room, Anthony's eyes were provocative.

Melvin bit his lower lip and was shaken by the command, and his body hurt as if there was pins and needles.

After struggling for two seconds, he finally put down the gun. His face was ghastly.

Anthony, however, laughed heartily, "Congratulations, you won the game but lost her. As I said, you're just a pet that has to listen to its master. So it's time for you to quit."

Melvin's eyelashes were slightly drooping. His dark eyes were empty and listless, and his hands and feet were cold.

Anthony turned his gaze to Lyra again, and his tone was delighted, "Lyra, I knew it. Although you don't, you care about me in your heart. Let's get back together, OK?"

Lyra glanced at Melvin and then at the last piece on the coffee table that Anthony had never assembled.

Instantly, she understood Anthony just made a little trick.

She looked to Anthony and said indifferently, "You're wrong. I just don't want to see blood, and if you had loaded the gun first, I would have stopped you from killing him just as much." Anthony's expression gradually froze.

Lyra continued, "If I had to choose between you and him, I'd choose Melvin."

After the employment agreement expired, she will not have any relationship with Melvin. This was his personal assurance, and she still recorded it on her phone.

But it was not so with Anthony.

If she can't completely cut off his strong desire to possess and think about her, it will only bring her a lot of trouble in the future.

Anthony was tougher than Melvin!

"Lyra, I know you're still mad at me..."

Lyra picked up where he left off, "I'm long past being angry about what happened so many years ago. It's impossible to be together with you."

She looked to Melvin with a sexual and sensual smile. Her slender fingertips were beckoning towards him, "Come here. Sit on me."

The two men were stunned at the same time.

Melvin, under the compelling attack of her beautiful eyes, got up and walked over.

Lyra pulled him into her arms as soon as she could and let him sit on her lap.

It was clear that she was smaller than both men, but her aura was overwhelming and she did not lose at all.

The lightly provocative look as if she was the playboy who came to enjoy herself.

Melvin was stiff. His brain was blank. His heart was pounding, and he couldn't figure out what she was up to. She actually offered to let him sit on her?

Lyra saw his puzzled gaze, tenderly rubbed his short hair and said in the soft and seductive tone.

"Hold me."

Melvin's fingers stiffened and froze for two seconds before he tentatively wrapped his arms around her waist.

Just as he came closer, Lyra, in a voice that only two people could hear, leaned close to his ear and said very softly, "Put on a show with me."

Melvin wrinkled his brows and didn't move. His head was pressed hard against her shoulder.

From Anthony's direction, Melvin bowed his back and snuggled into her arms like a lovable little man.

Her face looked normal.

This scene was extraordinarily stinging. Anthony's eyes tightened and he was difficult to utter the words, "Lyra, are you trying to deliberately stimulate me?"

Lyra shrugged lazily, "Anthony, you like little women who can pamper you in your arms. I also have money and power. I can't be a little woman. I also like to raise a man to pamper him and love him. We can never be together."

"And, I remember you have a cleanliness problem. The day I put your coat on the flower bed, and you never wore it again. You didn't like my action of putting it on the flower. You didn't like your thing to be stained, but you should know that I never belong to you. I belong to myself, so I would go and stain other men."

Anthony gritted his teeth, "You are young, like to play role swap. I can accompany you. You can play it for as long as you can. Everyone young and frivolous people do something ridiculous. I do not care your past at all. I only want you!"

If he could replace a chance to get Melvin killed, she will still belong to him.

Lyra sighed darkly.

He was really stubborn. It seemed to be insufficient.

She gently patted Melvin on the back and gestured for him to sit across her and face her.

Melvin did as he was told without a word.

Lyra tenderly caressed his handsome face. Her voice was lightly teasing with a hint of tiredness, "Melvin, you two have played enough games, but I'm tired of you guys making a scene. Don't you think you should do something about it?"

Melvin's dark eyes stared blankly at her, and although he didn't understand, he didn't stop.

Whatever Lyra wanted to do, he will unconditionally support her.

Even if he knew that her gentle smile at the moment was just acting, but it was enough.

Just in her arms, when he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his nostrils ran into the nice scent of her body, like in a dream.

If it was a dream, he would rather drown in this dream.

Lyra saw him lost in thought and pinched his chin, raising her eyebrows to remind him, "Give me the belt."

Melvin didn't hesitate to undo the metal snap, pulled the belt out and handed it to her.

"Hand."

Was she to whip him on the palm of his hand to vent her anger?

He extended his left hand, palm up.

"Two hands."

Melvin dutifully did as he was told.

But then Lyra wrapped a belt around it and quickly tied his wrists with a tight snap and bound them.

Then she lifted his hands up and had him raise them high above his head.

She pulled his white shirt out of the belt of his suit again, lifted it up, and handed it to his thin lips.

"Bite down."

Melvin was well behaved and held it in his teeth.

The top was lifted, and under the dim light of the private room, his skin was flushed with sickly paleness after being injected with the special drug. The perfect abs were visible in front of Lyra, and the abdominal muscles were delicate and clear.

It was extraordinarily eye-catching.

Lyra gently stroked his abdominal muscles with her cool fingertips. As if he was like a delicious meal, and she was chewing it slowly.

She smiled badly.

"Like it?"

Melvin was so tickled by her teasing that a very soft grunt drowned in his teeth by accident.

Anthony looked at them with enviousness and gritted his teeth tightly.

This scene stimulated his nerves extremely.

He felt jealous, "Lyra..."

Lyra ignored him.

She just felt that the intensity was not enough.