After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra looked at the two who were still arguing, and helplessly held her forehead, "Why not you two fight? Whoever wins will be the one who decide it." Afight? That was nonexistent.

Micah sighed and gave Rara a resentful look, "How could | bully Abigail? She can only beat me." Lyra: "Then be humble. You are the one who said the wrong thing. Let her beat you to vent out!" Micah listened to his sister very much, bent down slightly, and put his face in front of Abigail, "It's my stupid mouth that makes you unhappy. You can beat it." Abigail looked at the handsface which was so close. How could she be willing to slap his face? But if she didn't do so, she would feel suffocated again.

She pinched the soft flesh of Micah's cheek angrily, "It seems you really have to pay Mr. Malcolm stuition fees to learn how to develop your EQ." "Yes." Micah complied.

Abigail's anger subsided mostly, and she loosened up.

Abigail was startled and regretted a little bit of red pinch marks on the originally flawless skin.

"Does it hurt? | didn't use too much force. Why is it red?" Micah smiled slightly, "My skin is too thin..." When he was about to say it didn't hurt, Malcolm suddenly approached him and whispered something in his ear.

Micah changed his words, "It hurts. It really hurts.” Abigail was so distressed that she gently rubbed his face with her palm.

Micah grabbed her hand, followed Malcolm's instructions and barely spoke not too stiffly, "The more you rub it, the more red it becomes. If you're willing to kiss it, it won't hurt." Abigail was stunned. In front of Malcolm and Lyra, she blushed instantly, "They're watching us." Lyra shook her head decisively, "We don't see anything." Abigail tilted her head and wanted to talk with Lyra but Micah had already bent over, brought his face close again and asked for a kiss.

The red-hot tips of his ears indicated that he was actually very shy.

Looking at the faint red marks on his face, Abigail couldn't help but lean in and kiss him quickly.

When she was kissing Micah, Malcolm hugged Lyra's slender waist and kissed on her red lips domineeringly.

Because it was happening at the stime, Abigail and Micah didn't see it.

Lyra's heart beat faster because of this.

To be kissed like this was really ... kind of exciting.

Malcolm was so good! Behind them, there were many handsmen and beautiful women in the pool.

The men were all looking at Lyra and Abigail while the women were all looking at Micah and Malcolm.

They kept staring at them and couldn't move their eyes from the four.

Malcolm pulled the towel over Lyra's body, and was annoyed by the gazes.

"Rara, | don't want your seductive appearance into the water to be seen by other idlers. | want to clear the scene.” Lyra was startled, "This isn't Crana. This is Teprax. After all, it's someone else’ territory. Let's not be too arrogant. If it doesn't work, we'll go to the small swimming pool next to us." Malcolm stopped talking.

He took out his mobile phone, typed with his slender fingertips, and sent a text message.

"What are you doing? Do you really want to clear the scene?" Lyra leaned over to see that Malcolm just clicked on the message and turned off the phone.

"l can't even see it?" Malcolm smiled softly, bent over decisively, picked her up, and placed her on the lounge chair.

And then he let a waiter bring a glass of juice and freshly cut fruit. He sat next to her, served her intimately, and provided feeding services.

" Rara, you only need to wait ten minutes. It will be soon.” His movement was smooth and natural.

Micah and Abigail, who were still standing there, were stunned.

Abigail: "Mr. Malcolm is really a veteran in love. Look at his proficiency in serving Lyra. No wonder Lyra loves him so much.

There are probably few women in the world who can resist such an all-round husband.” Micah could sense the envy in her words.

Men's unwillingness to admit defeat drove him to hold Abigail's hand, "Soon, Abigail, you will also have an all-around husband.” He took Abigail to a reclining chair to rest. Just like Malcolm, he was sitting obediently beside her and peeling grapes for his future wife.

Abigail saw that his movements were awkward and clumsy, but his demeanor was very serious, and every now and then he would sneak a glance at Malcolm and Lyra who were next to him.

He really made up his mind to learn how to dote her.

Abigail was moved by Micah's serious treatment.

While Micah lowered his head and peeled the grapes seriously, she took the initiative to lean over and kissed him on the forehead.

"Micah, | seem... | can't wait for you to finish chasingfor a year. When we go back after this trip, | want..." She wanted to take their relationship to the next level.

Micah didn't wait for her to finish the words, stared at her in shock, and said righteously, "That won't work. If you wantto chase you for a year, | have to stick to it. | can't give up halfway. Otherwise, you'll | think I'm a man who doesn't keep promises.

And so do you who promise to givea chance." Abigail was so enthusiastic just now but felt disappointed instantly.

The corners of her mouth twitched, "You..." He can't discriminate the good words from the bad? Was his brain not working well? She can't shorten the time? "Abigail, you can't go back on your word. You have said | need to chase after you for a year and can't even miss one day. | will try to perform well." Micah misunderstood. He thought that she was dissatisfied with his performance just now, and would not let him continue to chase after her and would give up on him.

He eagerly handed over the grapes he had peeled, "It's sweet. Can you try?" Abigail almost died of anger.

"l won't eat it. Mr. Micah, you can eat it yourself to nourish your brain." She pushed Micah's hand away, turned her back to Micah, and closed her eyes on the reclining chair and pretended to be asleep.

" Abigail?" Micah looked confused, and soon noticed that she was a little unusual.

"Why are you angry? You don't like grapes?" In contrast to their strange atmosphere, Malcolm and Lyra were very tacit and harmonious.

With the sweet fruits, Lyra was in a good mood.

At the fifth piece of watermelon, Malcolm put the fruit plate back and stopped feeding.

"Eating too much is not good for your stomach. It is easy to feel uncomfortable. Rara, you have to take it slowly." "Okay, do you have a massage service?" Lyra turned over, lay lazily on the chair, and took all her hair to her left shoulder, revealing her delicate and beautiful back, which meant that Malcolm would cfor a back-massaging service.

Malcolm looked at her.

In this posture, she had an excellent figure, and every inch of her skin exuded charm, especially the buttocks under the green gauze...

Malcolm was enchanted as he looked at her.

Why did those idle people in the swimming pool not leave before she completely got down? He frowned, wished he could pat her buttocks twice and let her know the result to wear a swimsuit outside.

"Why don't you move?" While grinding his teeth thinking about it, Lyra's urging voice csuddenly.

"Coming." Malcolm stopped his thoughts in seconds, took the bath towel, helped her cover the waist up tightly, and asserted eloquently, "It's windy. Don't catch a cold." Lyra raised her head inexplicably, looked at the motionless leaves next to her, felt the heat, and looked at the burning sunset in the sky.