After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 425 Rara wants a pony

Malcolm inhaled deeply, but the tip of his nose was just uncontrollably sour.

For the past six months, he had a narrow escape several times, and had experienced a lot of things with Lyra. God knew how extravagant his hope was, and how much he was looking forward to getting this... The tears in his eyes were getting more and more. He bit his lower lip and nuzzled into Lyra's arms, burying his face in her shoulder.

Lyra stroked his broad back, patting and coaxing.

He did not look up, sobbing. After calming himself down, he said in a collected tone.

"It's so windy outside. It makes my eyes uncomfortable. Rara let's go back."

Lyra just laughed and didn't see him through, "The wind is quite strong. It made your eyes red. If I stay for a while, I guess my eyes will be red too!"

The two held hands and interlaced their fingers.

On the day of obtaining the marriage license, Lyra and Malcolm kept it a secret to everyone.

They did not receive any blessings and did not cause any public opinion. The day was quiet and uneventful as usual.

Before the evening, Malcolm called Chad and Keira over for a simple celebration.

Chad didn't know how to cook and went to the kitchen to help Malcolm.

Keira just sat on the couch watching TV with Lyra and helping her peel the fruit. From time to time, there was a bickering between two men in the kitchen. "Bro, how do deal with this?"

"Get rid of the tendon and separate it into small sections with your hands." Chad went on and asked again, "How many sections will be appropriate?" After a while, Chad got a question again, "Bro, how do you peel this garlic?"

"Bro, what shape should the meat be cut into?"

"Bro, this fresh shrimp is quite clean. Why do you need to remove the black lines? How do you pick it out?"

"Bro..."

Malcolm held back once and for all, and his anger completely boiled over, "Get out!"

Chad let out an "oops" and was pushed out of the kitchen hard.

On the living room's couch, both girls were staring at him.

He scratched his head awkwardly and pointed his hand casually backwards, "My brother isn't in a really good mood today! He wants to make us a nice dinner alone!"

Keira grunted at him, feeling unhappy.

"Chad, you're so stupid! When are you going to learn to cook like Mr. Malcolm and stop letting me toil!?"

"What are you talking about in front of Lyra? When did I let you toil?"

He did not have much confidence, came over and sat on the side sofa, "Look, you have eaten too much recently. Do you gain some weights? Your small face looked fleshy. Who gave you the money? Whose credit is it?"

"Gain some weights?"

Keira covered her cheeks in horror, "Lyra, have I gotten ugly?"

Lyra pursed her lips and pinched her soft cheeks, "Not ugly and not fat. It's just right. You're getting more and more beautiful."

Keira felt better and glared at Chad, accusing, "Lyra, look at him! How dare he call me fat!? so excessive !"

Lyra nodded and said in a serious tone, "It's excessive indeed. He needs to be taught a lesson. Feather duster is on the locker by the door. Do you want to throw a punch?" "Really?" Keira looked excited.

She had wanted to fix him for a long time!

Lyra: "Really, I'll do the honors and don't allow Chad to hide. You can beat him whenever you want."

Keira immediately ran to get the feather duster on the locker, and was eager for beating him.

Chad's eyes widened in horror, "Keira don't you dare! Don't forget who's supporting you now? Do you want your pocket money next month or not?"

Hearing this, Keira was instantly distracted, pouted sullenly and sat down on the sofa.

Lyra stifled a laugh, "Admitted defeat?"

Keira was reluctant but had to succumb to the lust, "He holds the power and is too arrogant."

Lyra smiled and nodded, "So the money still has to be in your own hands so that you have the capital to dominate everything. Don't you think?"

Her words enlightened Keira and gave her an instant little idea.

To avoid Chad's noticing, Keira replied while remaining calm.

"Lyra, you're amazing! Mr. Malcolm gave all his belongings. And he's such a good cook and a caring person. How on earth do you do it?"

Lyra just laughed at what she said, but she still remembered it to this day.

When Malcolm first signed the employment agreement at Frayton, his first two dishes at Seaside Villa were blackened ribs and fried cabbage with spicy. But these secrets could not be publicly mentioned because Malcolm would blow up.

Thinking about it, she sounded casual, "Because he's well behaved."

When they were chatting, Malcolm made the dishes ready.

Lyra needed on a bland diet with less salt, no seasonings, etc. because she was pregnant.

In this regard, Malcolm previously had done some research on how to make the dish as best as possible with only salt.

The moment the food was served, Chad rubbed his hands together, looking impatient.

Today was a special day.

In addition to being a great day for Malcolm and Lyra to get their license, it was also the day when Chad was picked up by Malcolm from the border. When Malcolm first saw him, he looked like a wild man. He got no name and no speech. He could only babble and didn't even have a birthday.

So Malcolm helped him set his birthday on the day he was picked up.

Tonight, Chad was in an extraordinarily good mood and accidentally got drunk and was assisted back by Keira.

It wasn't until he left the villa that his dizzy yet booming voice came in.

"Brother! My brother! My life is yours. Even if I have to die, I will die with you!"

This was followed by Keira's voice of disgust.

"Mr. Malcolm will kick your ass! You're so smelly. It stinks!"

Inside the house, Lyra and Malcolm laughed out loud.

Malcolm's dark eyes narrowed. His handsome face pressed against Lyra's shoulder, rubbing it gently. He curled up his thin lips, "Honey, can you give me a night I'll never forget?" "Never forget? Which one do you want?" Lyra raised an eyebrow.

"It's all about heavenly lustful. Can't help carrying on."

With his magnetic voice, he said and smiled, which was tantalizing to the extreme.

Lyra's starry eyes gradually became cunning and she smiled very badly, "Honey, I get it! Since you want it to be unforgettable, we must be immortal!"

Malcolm looked at her.

From her eyes, he keenly perceived a strong sense of ill intent.

Lyra gently stroked his handsome face, with a provocative and teasing meaning, "You have guessed it right. It's what you think!"

Was it too late for him to press the back button and delete those words he just said?

Lyra blew at him badly, with her eyes looking playful and teasing.

Her soft voice was seductive to the extreme, "Honey, I haven't ridden a horse for a long time, so be good and be my pony tonight, okay?" Was it really what he thought?

Why did he feel that Lyra's bad idea was much more vigorous than he thought?