After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 719 Malcolm is a thief in his own house

Because Malcolm said so, the Whites turned fat.

Lyra smirked and couldn't help walking faster with her two babies in her arms, away from some stupid husband who was delirious and cursed himself.

Lyra still wouldn't speak to Malcolm at the dinner table.

It seemed that she was deliberate to let him suffer a little.

After dinner, Malcolm behaved well, went to wash the dishes and tidied up the kitchen.

Lyra tutored Molly's kindergarten homework in the room.

Spencer was bored, so he did a new set of math Olympiad test next to them.

Two hours later, the harmonious evening atmosphere ended.

Lyra took the two babies back to the master bedroom, planning to sleep together.

Malcolm put one hand in his pocket, looked straight, and followed into the master bedroom, pretending nothing had happened.

Within two minutes, he was kicked out by Lyra.

The bedroom door was closed, isolating him.

This was not the first time that he had been kicked out and asked to sleep in the study room.

Malcolm sighed and knocked on the door softly, "Babe, stop it."

Immediately afterwards, Lyra's delicate voice could be heard.

"This bed is too small. It's a little crowded for four people to sleep. Mr. Malcolm, you can go to sleep in the study tonight. We'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

His entire chest was filled with endless regrets.

Well, why did he mention Anthony during the day?

What was more, he personally agreed to let Anthony be their godfather. Now that their children were five years old, it was absolutely impossible for Anthony to take advantage. Why did he get so impulsive during the day and feel jealousy?

Now he had to suffered it himself.

Malcolm stood in front of the door, and rolled up the cuffs of his shirt impetuously. He held the door frame with one hand. His strong forearms were really beautiful.

After some deliberation, he decided to abandon the father's majesty in front of the kids, and talk softly.

"My babe, I am wrong. You and Anthony were childhood friends many years ago. I really shouldn't mention it."

"I said the wrong thing during the day. My babe, don't be cold to me. Why not just beat me?"

There was a click sound of the master bedroom door that was unlocked from the inside.

Malcolm was overjoyed, "Rara, you still feel distressed..."

The voice stopped abruptly, because he saw that it wasn't Lyra who came to open the door, but Molly.

"Stop talking, Daddy. Mommy is tired. Don't disturb Mommy to sleep. Let's talk about the mistake tomorrow. Mommy belongs to my brother and I tonight-"

"Daddy, go to your study! Go to the study and sleep!"

Molly said, taking out a pillow from behind and handing it to him, "I'm afraid you can't sleep in the study, so Spencer asks me to give you the pillow. Daddy, rest early. Good night ~" Bang!

The moment he took the pillow, the door to the room was slammed shut.

The wind blew on his face.

Malcolm stared at the pillow in his hand, and gritted his teeth helplessly and unhappily for a while, "Spencer, Molly, you're my filial kids. This debt will be repaid by you in the future." He turned to leave and went to the study upstairs.

Inside the room, Molly was still leaning on the door, eavesdropping on footsteps outside.

Spencer lay in Lyra's arms, turned his head and asked, "How? Did Daddy leave? What was he mumbling about?"

Molly carefully twisted the door handle, narrowed her big eyes, and glanced smartly out of the aisle.

Empty.

"Daddy is finally leaving." Molly clapped her hands. She couldn't be happy for two seconds. She frowned and said, "Daddy said before he left that we will pay back our debt tonight, sooner or later." Molly got on the bed and hugged Lyra's leg.

"Mummy, you have to protect me. Daddy has done something wrong and still holds grudges. He has to punish me. If you don't help me, I will be scolded by him strictly!" Lyra couldn't stop laughing at the two little kids glued to her body.

Rubbing Molly's little head, she said jokingly, "What are you afraid of? As long as you don't make mistakes and be good, Daddy won't be able to be angry with you." Molly shook her head, "But it's impossible for me not to make mistakes. I'm not a little lady, but a monkey and a tough girl. Daddy will replace out if I make mistakes." Spencer said sarcastically from the side, "It seems you are still very self-aware. You know you are very naughty."

Molly pouted and frowned, and snorted very unhappily, "Don't be too proud. Daddy also bears grudges with you!"

Seeing that the two little kids were about to start bickering again, Lyra quickly separated the two.

"Okay, it's time to sleep."

Molly blinked and stared at Lyra with grievance," Mommy, you don't love me anymore. You didn't even say you want to protect me!"

Lyra knew very well how naughty her baby girl was, and patted her gently on the head with a smile, "After all punishment, you're a tough girl again!" "Well, I'm so poor." Molly's eyes looked bitter.

Lyra picked up a fairy tale book on the bedside table, prepared for bedtime story, and told the two little kids three bedtime stories.

Molly groaned and fell asleep in a fairy tale vision.

Spencer felt so bored that he fell asleep.

The master bedroom only had a dim bedside lamp on.

Lyra had a kid in each hand, and gently patted the two kids' small chests until they breathed smoothly and slept soundly.

She yawned gracefully and was about to turn off the light to sleep when she heard a rustling movement from the balcony outside the bedroom.

Lyra almost subconsciously protected the two kids, being alerted.

Was it Malcolm, or someone with bad intentions?

The large floor-to-ceiling windows connecting to the balcony were opened little by little from the outside, and through the yellow light in the room, Malcolm 's handsome face was gradually revealed. With a smile on his face, he stepped on the carpet lightly and came in.

Every small, well-behaved and gentle gesture showed his status in this family that he can't anger his wife and wake up the kids.

Lyra stared at him deliberately, "Where do you come from?"

He pointed to the upstairs, "I come down from the study."

Lyra whispered, "It's obviously your own home, but you have to act like a thief."

"That's because you shut me out. In order to win the bed with you, I can only do this." He was not ashamed, but proud.

Lyra lowered her eyes and looked at the two kids, indicating, "You can't sleep. There is no bed for you. Go back to the study and sleep."

Malcolm walked quickly to the bed, bent over, kissed her cheek, and said, "No, I'll be where you're."

Lyra's anger had already subsided, and she almost laughed.

She quietly cleared her throat, suppressed her desire to laugh, and continued to accuse him in a serious manner, "Don't think that what happened in the car today is letting go. In front of them, you actually brought up those old things. I think you are really infuriating."

Malcolm bent down again and kissed her on the other cheek, bring very well-behaved, "Then I will help you get the ruler. You can beat me if you want."

"I just had a deep reflection in the study room. I did it wrong. If I can be beaten by you, I will feel at ease."