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Her eyes were closed, silently describing the pampering to him. And her delicate face was calm and serious.

Malcolm watched in awe, and was touched inside.

After the kiss, Lyra asked, "Does it hurt?" Malcolm was about to say "yes" when he suddenly remembered the painful price he paid for saying yes last time, so he changed his mind.

His long eyelashes trembled lightly and he dragged the end syllable, "It hurts ..." Lyra's gaze was approving and her tone was rising, "You've learned a lesson and you know how to cry out in pain this time. It seems you didn't suffer for nothing." After a few more kisses to his palm, Lyra got up, put the whip back in the drawer, and took out the swelling cream inside.

While applying the cream to his palm and knees, she blew the injuries as well.

"In the future, tell me if there is something in your heart. You think the medicine is bitter. If you discuss with me in advance, there will be no such a thing. What do you think?" Malcolm nodded. His eyes were soft and content as he looked at her.

With her in the day, small fights were sweet.

He was drowning in sweetness when Lyra’'s next words made him feel bad! Lyra said, "In fact, | have planned to forgive you go tonight. The reason | take you back to the room is to apply cream on your knees. But | didn't expect you to love acting so much. You didn’t admit your mistakes. You asked for it." His back stiffened and he stared at the palm of his left hand.

So Lyra was telling him that the beating was of his own making? There had never been a moment when he was more depressed than now.

The bruises on his palm seemed to hurt even more! He weakly snuggled into Lyra's arms, looking so sorrowful and sad, "Rara, don't go away tonight. Sleep with me, OK?" Lyra froze for two seconds and wiped the residual ointment from her fingertips with a wet wipe, before touching his handsome face.

"No, wait until when you are better. Since you want to share a bed so much, you have to insist on taking medication and exercise to get well sooner." "But..." It was almost winter, and with his body condition, he didn't know if he'll make it through the beginning of next spring.

After thinking that, he finally said nothing and watched Lyra leave the room.

Because Lyra had the next day off, she spent the whole day at the villa with Malcolm.

Chad didn't have a chance to offer a humble apology.

He lost sleep for two nights until the third day when Lyra went to work and he came to supervise Malcolm's noon medication as scheduled.

With uneasiness in his heart, he knocked on the door of the study.

"Enter." The low and steady voice made it impossible to hear his boss’ emotions.

Chad took a deep breath, opened the door carefully, lifted the amber beaded curtain, and took one heavy step to Malcolm.

Malcolm stopped tapping on the keyboard and looked up at him coldly.

He was flabbergasted and had a doggy and goofy smile on his face, "Boss, are you, are you ... okay the night before last?" "I was fine. Thanks to you that Rara beat him up by 40 times!" Malcolm's handsome face was cold and arrogant. His dark eyes were hostile, and he unmercifully blamed it on Chad.

Chad breathed hard in a daze and felt his hands begin to hurt.

Before Chad had the time to start performing crying and begging for mercy, Malcolm continued, "I heard that there is a small country called Benthalam. Recently it's recruiting a large number of coal diggers. | think you are quite suitable. Why don't | transfer you there?" "Huh?!" Chad's entire body was in a state of shock, and he threw himself at Malcolm's feet, hugging his strong thighs and howling at the top of his lungs.

"Boss, I'm guilty! It's all my fault. Why don't you beat me and double up? | don't want to go digging for coal in Benthalam! | will not leave you even if | die! | have been with you for so many years. Even if | get no credit, I'm rewarded by hard work. Please give me a chance to make up for it." Speaking of this, he did not forget to dip some saliva to his eyes. He was full of grief and howled in a very sincere way! Here came this trick again.

Malcolm was sickened by the performance and kicked him gently.

"I'm not going! I'm not going to Benthalam. Boss, why not you just kill me! To die in your hands is my blessing!" Chad hugged his leg and wouldn't let go. His body followed his kicking motion, swinging around like a sticky worm.

Malcolm was speechless, and he laughed because of Chad's shameless performance.

In a furious tone, he said, "If you don't want to be sent to Benthalam to dig coal, get the hell out of here and leave me alone for a couple of days! Get the hell out of here!" "Okay! I'll get out of here now!" Chad laid down on the ground and rolled down very carefully.

Malcolm held his forehead and watched him comically "roll" out of the study. The rage in his heart successfully subsided under the shameless performance by Chad.

But he had just turned his attention back to the computer screen before starting to type.

Something at his feet grabbed his calf.

Malcolm looked at it and wrinkled his brows, "Why are you back?" Chad was lying on the ground, and said nonsense seriously, "Boss, as the captain of the fourth division of National Investigation Bureau, | have gotten out of here. Now | am back as Chad who is ordered by Miss Lyra to supervise your medication. | am now under the control of Miss Lyra ..." "You!" Malcolm was so angry that he gritted his teeth, picked up the coffee cup on the table and was about to smash it.

Chad just protected his head, not daring to hide, "Boss, you can vent out your anger! I'm strong enough that you can beat me! But I'm not leaving, or Miss Lyra won't be able to spare me. And you don't want her to know you're settling accounts with me afterward, do you?" After all, Miss Lyra protected him that day! "You have a backer, so you dare to threaten me?" Malcolm's breath was cold, and the room was filled with hostility.

Chad: "How dare I! But ... once | leave, and Miss Lyra knows, she will definitely think that you simply do not admit your mistake and blame it on me. She will definitely be angry with you!" "I'm doing this for your sake, boss! My loyalty to you is pure and sincere!" He got up from the ground and squatted at Malcolm's feet, massaging his legs ingratiatingly.

Malcolm narrowed his cold eyes in disbelief, "Why are you getting shameless now? Who did you learn it from?" "That's of course from you ..." Chad reacted quickly and changed his words, "Ah no! Boss, | am self-taught and born to be shameless!" Malcolm, who was angry but wanted to laugh, shook his head helplessly and simply ignored him, returning his thoughts to business.

At the end, Chad didn't leave.

He crouched in military position at Malcolm's feet and consciously helped Malcolm massage his legs and knees.

It took a whole morning to please Malcolm and make him relent.

The peaceful days always passed quickly.

A few days later.

Irene's birthday party.

Lyra was tying Malcolm's tie when she raised her eyebrows, "It's getting cold. | don't really want you to go to Frazier family's part." Malcolm caught her fingertips, "It is precisely because it is a complicated party that | must go." If Rara wanted to go kill someone, he helped pass the knife to her.

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