After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 688 This night, there are many uninvited guests in the master bedroom

Malcolm stared at the well-behaved boy outside the door, and was confused.

If he had to sleep between him and his wife, wasn't this breaking up?

Whatever Spencer wanted, he would do his best to satisfy him, except that he couldn't give up his wife.

When he was admitting that he was upset, Lyra smiled softly and waved to Spencer, "Come here baby, give me a hug."

Spencer chuckled and fluttered but was blocked by Malcolm who was in front of him.

Malcolm squatted down and looked at him. His temperament was extremely noble and cold, like a sculpture.

It was a huge obstacle between Spencer who was trying to get close to Lyra, and the one that can't be crossed.

But Spencer wasn't annoyed. He blinked harmlessly but was discussing with Malcolm with a childish tone.

"Daddy, this afternoon, you were talking nonsense behind Mommy's back, saying that Mommy likes to cry with you the most, saying that Momo learns how to pretend to be pitiful from Mommy. But Mommy heard it, right?"

Was it necessary to describe this in such detail?

He didn't know what to do, so he cautiously glanced back at Lyra who was sitting beside the bed.

Lyra was staring at him with a slight smile, and just that look made him want to admit defeat.

But at this time, Spencer continued, "Daddy, you're not good. I am afraid that you will be punished by Mummy, right?"

He giggled, and quickly changed to the next topic the scheming and childish tone, "But if I sleep with Daddy and Mommy, and sleep in the middle, it can prevent Daddy from being punished."

Malcolm narrowed his eyes. His eyes were sharp, and he gritted his teeth, saying in a low voice, "So, should I thank you for saving me?"

"You're welcome. As the saying goes, it's better to save one life than build a seven-storied pagoda, not to mention I am saving my closest and dearest Daddy, so you don't object to my joining. I will be your little lucky star tonight."

He bypassed Malcolm and ran decisively towards Lyra. His thin arms wrapped around Lyra's calf.

He rubbed against her knee with his little lovely face.

Lyra fondly touched his little head, took her into her arms, and said to Malcolm who stood by the door,

"It's true that Spencer hasn't lived at home for a long time, and it's normal that he's not used to it. Let him sleep in the bedroom these days."

"Malcolm didn't answer.

Not being able to hug his wife's slender waist was indeed a little aggrieved.

But he had to make room for his son.

Malcolm's handsome face looked aggrieved. Holding the little pillow Spencer had just shoved him, he closed the door and went back to the bed.

Lyra took the little pillow, separated hers from Malcolm's, and placed the little one Spencer had brought in between.

Then she put Spencer in cotton pajamas into the bed. Lyra covered him with the quilt, and kissed his small forehead dotingly, "Sleep, Mommy and Daddy will always be by your side."

Spencer wrapped his arms around Lyra's arm, as if he could hold a sense of security, and closed his eyes to sleep, which was very well-behaved.

Malcolm stood by the bed. Looking at the warmth of between the mother and son, he suddenly felt that he was a little redundant.

Lyra hadn't paid attention to him since Spencer came in.

He sighed silently. Spencer was persecuted by the remnants of the S404 biochemical virus when he was young. Lyra would inevitably love him more. What can he say as a daddy?

He only slept here for a few days. When he got used to the environment at home, Malcolm had to carry him back to the small bedroom in person.

His wife was his. And she can only sleep with him.

Thinking bitterly, Malcolm quietly and gently lifted the quilt and lay down, turning off the bedside lamp without complaint.

Spencer was in the middle of the two, like a border, making it difficult for him to even touch his wife.

Darkness enveloped the entire room, and the quiet atmosphere lasted less than ten minutes.

Suddenly someone was knocking on the bedroom door again.

Knock knock --

This time, there was louder than Spencer had just came in.

Malcolm, who was half asleep, frowned subconsciously.

Spencer was sleeping in the room, and he couldn't guess who was knocking on the door.

He sighed, silently turned on the bedside lamp, got up and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Molly from outside immediately jumped on Malcolm and hugged his calf like a little cat.

"Daddy, I am having a nightmare. I am not feeling well."

Malcolm tensed up immediately, squatted slowly, and put his palm on her forehead to see if she had a fever.

"The temperature is normal. What's wrong?"

Molly hugged him, but her big eyes were looking at the bed in the room, "Spencer is not in the room. I also want to sleep with Daddy and Mommy ~ Malcolm scowled slightly.

Being unwell was just an excuse for this little girl. She just wanted to see if Spencer was there, and if he was, she will come to sponge the bed. "Did I do something wrong in my last life that you two punish me?"

He shook his head and sneered. And his black eyes dotingly looked at the little girl in front of him.

Molly giggled and acted softly, "No, I will warm you."

It would be nice if she didn't make fun of him.

Lyra, who was on the bed, with long curly hair half laying on her right shoulder, stood up lazily, and her delicate features added a touch of charm.

While coaxing Spencer, she turned her head to look at the door, "Since baby Momo is here, let's sleep together. Since you two grow up, I haven't slept next to you for a long time."

"Great!"

Molly let go of Malcolm's arm decisively, and ran away with her short legs. She quickly climbed onto the bed, and rushed towards Lyra.

Seeing that Spencer even brought his own pillow, Molly was stunned for a while, then turned back and winked at Malcolm, "Daddy, I don't have a pillow, can you to go to the my room and get it for me?" Malcolm leaned against the door and shook his head, "No, since you're going to sleep here, go get it yourself."

Fawning was ineffective. Molly couldn't make him do so but got out of bed angrily.

She ran to Malcolm, put her hands on her hips and said in a tender voice, "Daddy, just wait and see!"

Malcolm raised his eyebrows, "I am waiting."

Molly hummed heavily at him. Being afraid of being caught by Malcolm, she ran up to the fourth floor.

As soon as she left, Lyra laughed and shook her head, looking at her naive husband who was angry with the kid, "Momo holds grudges. She's quirky. Be careful she will fix you when she gets the chance." Malcolm looked back with a bit of resentment in his eyes, "Momo loves to hold grudges, and she learns it from you."

Lyra held back her laughter and waved to him, "Okay, I have to wrong you for a few days, and then I will make up for you."

"That's what you say."

Malcolm smiled slightly and felt very satisfied.

Few minutes later, Molly hugged her pillow and ran downstairs again, panting.

Malcolm was still standing by the door waiting for her, joking softly, "There's no wild dog chasing behind, why are you running so fast?"

Molly snorted proudly, "I don't talk to the bad daddy."

She bypassed Malcolm, climbed into bed again, and went to replace Lyra.

Malcolm stared at his two kids, and was endeared by her temper.