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She would be there for him and her heart would go with him.

She would also learn how to spoil him and protect him.

Her soft and melodious voice cto Malcolm's ears and echoed over and over in his mind.

What was in front of him was her bright and sunny smile.

His painful and cold heart, as if was wrapped tightly by a warm light, melted.

He choked with sobs and his right hand subconsciously wanted to touch her soft and little face.

However, this hand was still wearing leather glove and had just touched Ethel.

Thinking of this, he withdrew his hand. And the other hand that was hanging on the other side of the thigh clenched unconsciously.

Anthony was right.

Lyra had strong character. When dealing with enemies, she was like a sun that nobody can touch her. Otherwise, they would be beaten.

When it cto relatives and lovers, she was like a kitty that was worthy of being loved She was vivid, bright and resilient.

He thought that the virus in his body would be well suppressed and he would be able to be with her forever.

It was unexpected that the virus had spread now. What he wanted had beca luxury.

He, Malcolm, now had just a broken body. He was a dying man, not worthy of her, Lyra.

It was he who delayed her ...

"Mel?" Seeing that he seemed to be lost in thought, Lyra called him gently.

Malcolm returned to his senses and opened his arms slightly, resuming his cold demeanor, "I'm not hurt. If you don't believe me, you can check.” "I don't believe you. You don't look good. You can't fool me. | want you to tellyourself, what's wrong with you? And what the hell were you and Ethel doing when | cin? Why do | always feel like you're trying to provoke..." "I seem to like her quite a bit." Before she could finish her words, Malcolm interrupted her with a tone of indifference.

"What did you say?" Lyra was slightly stunned, withdrew her hands on his lap, got up and took a step back, looking at him strangely.

He looked at the rain out the floor-to-ceiling window. His tone was cool, "She's sweet and pretty and mild-mannered. No man can refuse a woman like her, so what do you think what we were doing just now?" Lyra took two more steps back in succession. Her clear eyes gradually becdimming.

"Are you disgusted with me?" Malcolm smiled sarcastically, and his eyes were cold, "You are arrogant, strong, and ruthless compared to her. | chased you for so long. Now | am tired and want to change.” Lyra stared intently at his handsface, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, "Malcolm, you've changed ..." "Men always like excitement and the pursuit of ty. It's not that I've changed. It's because | amn't a good man in the first place. Lyra, now that you seeclearly, you can get lost." The last few words that contained hostility finished. The air was silent for several minutes.

Lyra stood motionlessly.

Malcolm was still looking out the window. His eyes were cold. There was no trace of retaining and reluctance, only endless detachment and indifference.

However, in the midst of gloomy atmosphere, there was a soft laugh suddenly.

Malcolm turned his head suspiciously and saw that Lyra was laughing instead of being angry? There was not a trace of anger in those starry eyes.

His heart thumped, bracing himself for a cold aura and gazing at her in a gloomy way.

"Very funny?" Lyra walked up to his feet, grabbed the armrests of his chair with both hands, bent over and leaned down. Her red lips caught him off guard and kissed him on his forehead.

His forehead, which was imprinted with red lipstick marks, was particularly visible.

"You!" Malcolm raised his eyes and glared at her, "Do you not understand human speech?" But Lyra was still laughing with great abandon, as if she had already seen through his trick.

"Malcolm , what you said is so well that | almost believed it, but ..." The final sound of a syllable was dragged. She lowered her eyes and saw his hands that were hanging on either side of his thighs. She said with the flirtatious tone : "Your acting is not perfect. Next twhen you lie, pay attention to your fists that should not be squeezes so tightly!" Malcolm was abruptly shocked, hid his hands behind his back subconsciously and his eyelashes kept fluttering.

He can't afford to lose face when he was exposed by her! He could only make his face look sullen and force himself to play it cool.

But Lyra was bad, and she had to break through his defenses step by step.

She gently lifted his jaw, with her long and slender fingers rubbing and drawing circles on his chin recklessly and teasingly.

"Malcolm, you underestimatetoo. Do you really think I'm that easy to be fooled?" "I did get angry last night and didn't see through your cover-up the first time. But today, I'm sober, and every word you say, every little move you make, is a clue to me." "You put your life on the line forseveral times. And you can't even hide your love for me. Do you think | would believe that you have fallen in love with Ethel so quickly?" "Are you deliberately acting with her just to anger me? It's cto this point. You're still not going to tell the truth?" "Hmm?" Her voice was extraordinarily mellifluous, with a compelling charm.

Malcolm dodged her hand that was drawing circles on his chin. His eyelashes fluttered several times, "I have said the truth.

You're the one who thought ... I'm good to you, so ..." Mwah- Before he could finish his words, Lyra leaned down again and gave him a kiss on his left cheek.

She stamped his cheek with the red lips that belonged to her.

"You!" Malcolm glared at her.

"Are you very angry?" Her fingers continued to draw circles on Malcolm's chin, having a sly and bad smile.

"Tut-tut, you're upset that the thing in your heart has been torn apart by me, right? But what can you do? I just love to see you angry and unable to beat me. It's so cool!” Malcolm's thin lips pursed. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, bursting out with a dangerous cold light, "Lyra, don't forceto hit you!" "Do you want to hit me? I'm so scared!" The enchanting voice was very beatable.

She said she was afraid but she was laughing, "It's not like we haven't fought before. Hitagain if you can. Letsee if you can hitwith your current stamina.” Malcolm was a bit vain.

With his body's recession plus the angina attack the day before yesterday, all his physical strength was used to endure the pain, and he also did not rest well last night.

He really can not really hit Lyra ...

"Good men don't fight with women!" His gaze was shady and his low voice carried a bit of arrogance.

Lyra snickered and took out the lipstick from her bag to give her lips a thick coat quickly. Her eyes looked flirting.

"Then go ahead and make it up. You make up one and I'll put a stamp on your face. Letsee how many stamps you can get?" "Lyra, be reasonable!" As soon as he said that, Lyra moved quickly and kissed on his cheeks and chin.

His face was full of red lipstick marks, which was extraordinarily bewitching.

Lyra smiled with arched eyebrows and a sweet voice, "Go on. When you stop making up nonsense and plan to tell the truth, I'l talk sense to you." Malcolm was powerless to retort. His chest was suffocating. It was he who had underestimated Lyra's shrewdness.

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