After divorce I am a billionaire

"Really, what am | expecting?" The higher the expectation she had, the greater the disappointment she finally got. She clearly knew it...

She sighed and looked at the milk. Thinking that Anthony just said that it should not be wasted, she picked up the milk, sipped it like wine, and drank the whole glass of it.

Unfortunately, milk was unlike alcohol which can numb nerves and relieve worries.

Mavis finished sorting out the computer data and turned off the computer. She returned to the bedroom. Anthony had just finished taking a shower. His bathrobe was tightly wrapped, and his short hair was dripping with water.

The two just looked at each other by the bathroom door.

Mavis stared at his face, feeling startled.

Just after coming out of the misty bathroom, Anthony's whole body becsoft and refreshing.

The water droplets on his face, coupled with the short dripping hair, made that delicate and handsface extraordinarily evil.

Mavis looked at him, blushing unconsciously.

He was really... too attractive, too lustful...

With such a stunning man in front of her, and he had just finished taking a shower, who can resist? She lowered her eyes, lowered her head and stared at her toes, preventing herself from thinking about his figure under the bathrobe.

"Mr. Callahan, the contract you gavehas been entered. | put it on the computer desktop. You can check it at any twhen you're free. | checked it before turning off the computer, and there should be no typos." She tried her best to find a topic to relieve her inner embarrassment.

Anthony gave a light "um". His face was unbelievably flat. He didn't plan to really check her work, and he didn't plan to praise her for knowing how to check before turning off the computer to reduce the error rate.

"Go and take out the quilt and pillow. I'll rest after drying my hair." "Okay... okay." Mavis bypassed him, went to the dressing room, took out the quilt and pillow from the closet, and quickly and skillfully prepared for him.

When she was hesitating whether to call Anthony to rest, or she would preemptively occupy the sofa, lest Anthony curled up on the sofa and slept uncomfortable, he cover, and gently pushed her arm away from her position.

Before she could react, he was already lying down involuntarily, with a very lazy and elegant posture.

Mavis froze.

He was really... fast enough.

Anthony looked at his phone unintentionally, and looked at her after a few seconds, "What are you doing standing in front of me? Want to sleep with me?" Why so explicit? "You think too much.” "Then what are you doing standing there? Just do whatever you need to do. Don't get in my way here." Mavis had nothing to say but turned to wash her face.

The next morning.

Lyre Spiti was full of childish laughter.

Molly woke up in the morning refreshingly, ran all over the bed, and acted as a little wolfhound, howling.

Lyra sat on the edge of the bed and helped her put on her little trousers, failing to catch her a few times.

Malcolm made breakfast and saw Molly restless as soon as he went upstairs.

He scowled and scolded solemnly, "Molly, don't make trouble. You will tire my wife by running like this." "Ugh..." Molly was afraid of him, pouted, stopped her restless behavior, and corrected him in a low voice, "Daddy, Mommy is my mommy first, then your wife." Malcolm glanced at her. "If she isn't for my first wife, you'd be just a little tadpole wandering around.” Molly didn't understand. She just felt that he was sarcastic, "I'm not a tadpole. I'm much bigger than a tadpole. You lie. You bully me." Malcolm ignored her, took off the windbreaker from the coat rack, and served Lyra to put it on, "It's cold today. Don't catch a cold when you go out." Lyra felt his care, and teased him with a smirk, "How old are you? Why are you still competing with your own daughter?" "You are my wife first. No one can take you away." Neither can their son or daughter.

Lyra touched his face, "Every day we four sleep together. Are you not very happy?" He nodded solemnly, "They're five years old. It's tto get back to their rooms. Let them sleep by themselves, put on clothes and so on. Don't help them, Rara. Let them wear their own clothes. Let them do whatever they can, and learn to be independent.” Anyway, their kids were not allowed to occupy his wife, especially at night.

Molly heard that and was very dissatisfied. She put on her pants, hummed, and accused him, "Daddy, you're bad! You don't allow Mommy to be nice to us!" Malcolm didn't refute, and threw her little beige coat at her.

"Hurry up. Wear it yourself. Only your mom spoils you. If you dare to run wild, you'll be ready to go downstairs for breakfast with ared ass." "Well! Daddy is bad, the worst, the worst, the worst!" She murmured and kept accusing.

She was wearing the coat in a proper manner, and behaved very well.

Spencer, who was sitting on the other side quietly dressed by himself, seemed extraordinarily well-behaved and sensible.

Spencer never asked Lyra to help get dressed, and he put on his clothes slowly and elegantly.

After getting dressed, he left the room by himself and went downstairs to have breakfast.

Quietly, he didn't say a word.

Malcolm and Lyra both watched him.

Lyra sighed worriedly, always feeling that he was so sensible beyond his age, which made her feel more distressed.

Malcolm said to Molly, "Take your brother as an example and dress yourself. Do you know it?" Molly pouted in dissatisfaction, "Of course my brother is a role model. My brother is the most powerful. Otherwise, he cannot be born a few minutes earlier than me. Unlike you who bully children.” Malcolm frowned, "What did you say?" With the movement of his getting up, there was a deterrent effect.

Molly jumped out of bed decisively, ran away, and babbled, "Help! Bad daddy is going to beat me!" But how could she outrun Malcolm? Before she could run downstairs, she was lifted by Malcolm with the back collar and he picked her up.

"Ah! The big wolf is going to eat me!" She waved her little hands, trying to escape Malcolm's clutches.

Malcolm was really annoyed, took her into his arms, and flipped her over neatly.

His palm didn't touch her, but the momentum was very strong.

"Ouch! Ouch—!" Molly shouted exaggeratedly, crying with tears in her eyes, and looking at Lyra, " Mommy, save me." Malcolm scolded in a deep voice, "It's useless! Did | say that when you go downstairs, you need to hold the railing and walk slowly? You run so fast. What should you do if you fall?" He just patted her gently.

Molly choked with tears, pursed her lips, and looked like she was being taught a lesson.

But she finally settled down, sat in Malcolm's arms and let him carry her downstairs.

Spencer had been sitting in his dining chair for a long time, but he knew the etiquette of eating well. He didn't even drink the milk, obediently waiting for his parents to go downstairs.