After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 198 Sweet, but bitter sweet?

"Don't touch it. It's dirty."

Lyra stared at him. She had a clear mind, "The blood is fresh, which means something just happened here. You didn't see anything when you and Chad rushed over here?" Melvin didn't say anything and glanced at Chad.

Chad understood and explained, "I arrived here first. I came in just in time to bump into someone trying to jump out the window and run away. So I hurt him with a knife, this should... be the blood left by that person."

"Where is that man? With your, how could you let this man run away?"

Chad was momentarily speechless and scratched his head in feigned embarrassment, "Sorry, it was my oversight. He had company, so I didn't chase him."

OK.

Since he did not catch up the person, there was nothing to ask.

She glanced at Melvin again and saw that he seemed to be doing okay except for his face and lips were a bit pallid... was it really just a cold?

"Let's go. Back to the villa."

Lyra turned around and headed for the door.

Melvin followed after her.

In every step he made, the whip wound on the back will be torn. That was so excruciating that made him top-heavy and powerless.

Chad was sharp and stepped forward to hold his arm.

Lyra heard a movement behind her, stopped in her tracks and looked back, "What's wrong?"

Melvin inhaled and compressed his lips, "It's okay. His foot slipped."

Chad was wordless.

How can he be blamed for everything?

He smiled bitterly at Lyra, "Yes, just missed my step. Fortunately I reacted quickly and grabbed his arm in time!"

It was a small incident. Lyra did not take it to heart and left the abandoned site at a fast pace.

Melvin told Chad to drive his car and he would go back with Lyra in her car.

On the road, he sat upright. And his back did not touch the backrest of the car.

Lyra noticed it. She remembered the burn on his back, and didn't think much of it, "How is Anthony doing? Did you replace out anything?"

Melvin's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat and took two seconds to calm himself down before saying, "No, but don't worry. Tomorrow, he'll be made to tell everything." "Great."

There were no more words along the way.

Soon they arrived at Seaside Villa and the two entered the living room together.

Lyra was still changing her shoes slowly.

Melvin had already changed and was holding the handle to go up the stairs.

He had just gone up two steps when he stopped again, turned back and said, "Lyra, are you hungry? I'm...a little sleepy and want to sleep for half an hour."

Lyra felt a little strange, but didn't refuse, "I'm not too hungry. I can eat later."

"I'll go up first, then."

Lyra didn't say anything, her eyes following his figure as it disappeared around the corner on the second floor.

She didn't know why she had a strange feeling. She always felt his expression was subtle all the way back, like enduring pain?

Was the burn on his back severe again?

She followed up to the second floor, where Melvin's door was unlocked.

Gently pushing the door, she saw he lying quietly under the covers. He was indeed sleeping.

However, Lyra noticed that he was sleeping on his back, and didn't even take off his suit.

She pushed the door open and went to sit on the edge of his bed. Then she reached out and took temperature with her hand.

Feeling her cold hand, Melvin's eyelashes fluttered, "Not fever. I'm just sleepy. I'll be fine after a nap."

It was true that it was just a little bit hot and there should be no fever.

Maybe she was overthinking it.

"Okay, you rest then."

Lyra withdrew her hand and was about to get up and leave when a strong force suddenly pulled her tightly.

When she reacted, she found that he had reached around her waist and put his head in her arms, with his upper body lying on her thighs.

She was stunned at first, not expecting him to be so bold this time at all.

"Let go!"

Instead of letting go, Melvin tightened his grip around her waist and moved into her arms regardless.

"Just let me hug you for a while."

Lyra froze for two seconds. She suddenly remembered that she said she must stop thinking of him completely last night, ans her face instantly became icy cold.

She reached out, forcing her to break his arm.

"Let go! Have you forgotten your identity!? In this villa, I am the master and you're the servant!"

Melvin didn't have much strength. Seeing that his arm was about to be forced away from her waist by Lyra, he begged softly, "No...just let me hold it for a while. Just this once..." for the last time. Even if he can survive the ambush in the eastern suburbs of the forest after three days, he would be fraught with grim possibilities when he was back to Suham to solve the family unrest.

He wanted to remember the smell of her body and the softness of her embrace in his last time.

Lyra was ruthless and continued to break his hand, "Let go. I want to go to the study to work!"

"Don't, beg you..."

His voice was extremely soft and his tone was sorrowful.

Lyra froze violently.

He actually used the word "beg"?

Recently he behaved like a spoiled child, admitted his mistake and pretended to be wronged, but she knew, he was always reserved and arrogant.

This was the first time he said begging ...

Lyra didn't say anything else, letting Melvin hold her.

The room was silent.

Everything seemed to be fine.

But Melvin's brows were knitting tighter and tighter.

Every time he breathed, his body hurt along with it.

Because there was no medicine, that pain was still increasing, and it was getting more and more excruciating.

But the good smell of Lyra's body was as sweet as honey, so he can't let go of it.

His upper body was on Lyra's lap, and Lyra was acutely aware that he was breathing heavily.

This state was not quite right.

"It's been the fifth day since the burn on your back, so it shouldn't hurt as much as it did at first, right? Why do you seem to be having a hard time?"

Melvin didn't say anything.

Lyra was suspicious and put her hand to the back of his collar when Melvin grabbed her wrist again.

"I'm fine, not to mention it's medicated. If you remove the bandage, I'll have to reapply it again."

That's right, but...

"But why do you look like you're in pain? Did you go out and get hurt again today?"

The response for her was the long silence.

Lyra grumpily rubbed his short hair and scolded softly, "Who taught you not to answer your master's question? Did someone from Security Agency make beat you today? Get up, take off your clothes and let me see."

Taking it off again?

Melvin was a little helpless and was about to answer when Eleven knocked on the door.

"Miss, the Callahan family's bodyguards are here."

"What are the Callahan family's bodyguard doing here with me?"

Did the Callahan family know so quickly that Anthony was missing from her place?

Eleven: "It is the daughter of Callahan family. She got into trouble and bodyguards can not replace Master Callahan. They only know you in Frayton, so they hope you can go over to help. Miss?"

Lyra didn't say anything.

Rebecca treated her very good since they were kids. And the Callahan family and the Lloyd family had always been a deep friendship. The bodyguards were looking for her and Anthony was imprisoned and tortured. If she did not bring Rebecca back, it would be hardly justifiable.

But Melvin here ...

She looked down at him in her arms, who, as if sensing her gaze, consciously let go of her waist and flopped back onto the bed.

"I'll get more sleep, and I'll have dinner ready when you get back."

He said so, and Lyra also had nothing to say, "Have a rest, but when I come back, I still need to see the injury. You hear me?"

Melvin replied with "hmm".

Lyra sat at his bed for a while. Seeing his breath gradually stabilize and his expression calm, she brought Eleven and Twelve and the Callahan family's bodyguards out the villa together.

It was only as the roar of the car faded that Melvin called Nineteen in.

"Mr. Freeman, what is it?"

Melvin gritted his teeth and inhaled, easing the pain a few times before saying, "The medical kit... is in the locker in the living room on the first floor. Help me ... deal with the injury."

"Ohhhh, okay!"

Nineteen immediately went to it, rushed downstairs hurriedly, and soon came back up with a medical kit.

"Mr. Freeman, where is the injury?"

"Clothes...off..."

He had cold sweat on his forehead and his voice was weak.

Nineteen did not dare to delay and rushed forward to help him take off his suit.

No sooner had the suit been removed, however, Nineteen was shocked by the large stain of blood on the white shirt at his back.

"Holly crap! You, how did you get hurt like this?!"

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