After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 386 You are my whole life

"Oops! Sorry!"

She hurriedly turned her back and covered her eyes, with her heart still thumping.

What did she just see?

Malcolm White, who was known for the man in power of White family in Suham, had always been serious in speech and manner.

In private, he was so obedient that he let Miss Lyra pinch his butt?

Lyra, who was in the couch, heard the movement, and her face turned red. Immediately, she wanted to get up but was pulled by Malcolm into his arms again.

He was smiling teasingly and said in a low and magnetic voice to accuse her, "You were caught bullying me. Rara, what should you do?"

Did he put the blame on her victim?

Lyra instantly lowered her eyes and ground her back teeth, "Mr. Malcolm, can you bark like a puppy?"

"No."

Malcolm furrowed his eyebrows in displeasure and leaned in again as if no one was watching, kissing her precisely on the lips.

Kellie, who was standing in the doorway, was panic.

Would she be fired tomorrow when she happened to see the private sweetness of the bigwigs?

"I didn't see anything ... really! I won't bother you guys. Miss Lyra, you can go on!"

With the office door closed, the room was soon filled only with the ambiguous smell.

Just as Malcolm's breath grew hotter, Lyra sensed it and pushed him away just in time.

She gasped and adjusted her breathing, "Caesar Gary is still waiting for us. Time to go eat."

"Okay."

He didn't procrastinate. He always did it immediately after he finished his words. He rolled over and stood up. Squatting on the carpet by the couch, he gently held her small feet in cotton socks. It was almost spring, but it was still cold.

Because Lyra went to sign the contract and Malcolm was alone in the office in the afternoon back then, he did not turn on the heating and Lyra's feet were a little cold.

He immediately unbuttoned his suit and tucked her cold feet into his arms. His suit jacket wrapped tightly and warmed up snugly her feet.

Lyra quietly watched every move he made, admiring his handsome face.

When her feet got warm, he picked up Lyra's flat shoes and helped her put them on.

Then he took her hand, clasped his fingers together, and his voice was gentle, "Let's go."

Lyra didn't move but gazed at him, "Mel, how long will you spoil me like this?"

Malcolm's fingertips gently stroked her face, and his dark eyes were incomparably deep and serious, "In this life, no one will ever be able to take a single bit of the favor from me to you." "But what if ..." she looked to her stomach, "what if I have a daughter? People say that daughters are daddy's little lovers in their past lives, so you won't share the love with your daughter?" Malcolm's eyes looked firm: "No, my daughter will have her own life in the future. And you, you are the only one for me, my whole life."

He spoke softly with his magnetic voice as he held her steady in his arms and walked out.

Caesar, who was standing outside the hallway waiting, was stunned to see that Lyra was carried out by Malcolm in an intimate manner.

Malcolm got on the elevator while not looking steadily forward. Then he looked back to see Caesar who did not follow, and raised his eyebrow, "You're not coming with us?"

"No." Caesar quickly returned to his senses and immediately followed them.

Caesar didn't have a good meal with them.

Malcolm, sitting on the opposite side of the table, seemed to completely consider Caesar as the third wheel. Malcolm stayed calm and kept serving food to Lyra with tenderness and doting. Lyra was a little embarrassed.

As Malcolm did the seventh time, she pushed it back and whispered, "No, I'd rather do it myself."

Malcolm did not succeed and did not force her to accept it. Then he ate a spoonful of delicious food into his mouth and chewed it.

Caesar watched their intimate actions all the time.

He raised his glass towards Malcolm and toasted, "Mr. Malcolm, I apologize for my lack of thoughtfulness last night."

Malcolm put down his spoon, raised the glass of red wine and gave him a distant toast, saying something polite.

Lyra couldn't drink, so she just kept her head down and ate. Every now and then she found some topics to make small talks and asked Caesar what he thought of the taste of Crana's food. When they finished eating, Malcolm got up, walked over to Lyra, and was ready to pick her up.

Lyra refused, "I'm just full. I want to walk by myself to help to digest."

Malcolm pursed his lips and tapped the tip of her nose, "Okay."

He clutched Lyra's hand, held it between his fingers, and walked out of the room alongside her.

From start to finish, Caesar watched them silently from the sidelines.

He sincerely envied and blessed the relationship between them with only each other in their eyes.

The three walked down the aisle of the restaurant. Caesar eventually chose to leave quietly, not to spoil the beautiful and harmonious atmosphere in front of them.

But, at this moment, in the corner of the aisle, a small and delicate figure stood in place. The pair of beautiful eyes were quietly watching Lyra's back. In the eyes, they were gradually flooded with coldness. Lyra, who was walking in front, felt vaguely uncomfortable, as if someone was looking at her and with unfriendly eyes.

She stopped and turned back.

The long corridor aisle was empty.

Malcolm tightened her grip, "What's wrong Rara?"

"Nothing. Let's go home."

Lyra withdrew her gaze and left with Malcolm without a backward glance.

Late at night.

Since she was pregnant, Lyra had been very sleepy and the quality of sleep was good every time.

But since she had agreed to go back over the weekend to sign the inheritance, she had been having more dreams at night for days on end.

It was the same dream over and over again.

In the dream, there was a little girl whom she couldn't see her face, tugging on her hand and sweetly calling her sister.

"Sister, I like you so much!"

"But I envy you. You have the love of your father and brothers, and I have nothing..."

"I have no family, no home. If only... you would let me have your father and brothers! So sister, I'm sorry!"

At the end of her words, the little girl's sweet and soft voice suddenly became gloomy.

The little face with the innocent smile gradually turned into a bloody devil.

Immediately after, Lyra's body suddenly lost balance and the cold and stinging water spread over her entire body.

Her whole body sank uncontrollably, and a strong feeling of suffocation wrapped her up.

"Who are you!"

Her eyes opened and she sat up abruptly.

Subconsciously, she looked down at her whole body and found herself in a snow-white nightgown, lying on a familiar soft bed, before she realized it was another nightmare. Although she was conscious, the uncomfortable drowning feeling in the dream seemed to be real.

But, she could swim, how could she drown?

Malcolm was a light sleeper, and when Lyra woke up, he woke up with her as well.

He turned on the lamp on the bedside table, put his arm around her shoulders from behind, and took a tissue to help her wipe the cold sweat on her forehead. His eyes looked worried

"Rara, are you dreaming again? Is it a problem with your mental state lately? I'll accompany you to the hospital tomorrow."

Lyra inhaled and gripped his hand that was holding her.

Thinking about the dreams she had for the past two or three days, she said in a straight way, "Mel, I always feel that those are not dreams. They are real before. They happened the year I had my accident at fifteen!"