After divorce I am a billionaire

Malcolm stopped blowing the porridge. Just for a second, his face was back to normal.

"Babe, you forget it. Last night you said the bedside table lamp is too blinding and you let me take it away. And you don't this kind of lamp any more." Lyra was baffled.

"Why can't | remember anything? And this lamp is not very bright, so how come | feel blinding?" Malcolm smiled gently and passed the cooled porridge the his spoon to her lips, "How should | know? | can never guess what you really think. You have been working too much recently. This kind of small thing may not be on your mind. When you get up, you forget about it. That is normal.” Was this normal? This was not normal! Her heart felt it strange. Although she was thinking, she habitually opened her mouth to accept Malcolm's feeding.

Malcolm looked at her dotingly and tenderly, focusing on the movements of his hands.

As she chewed the beef porridge in her mouth, her eyes suddenly glanced to the side and the strangeness in her heart intensified, "Honey, why is the bedside table lamp on your side still there?" For her, who was a bit obsessive-compulsive, the bedside table lamp was only one so the layout was strange. How can she propose the act of taking away the lamp because of the blinding? Malcolm remained unchanged as he explained, "If you don't like it, I'll take this lamp away later as well." In the future, he should never put any dangerous items on the bedside table.

If he could, he would love to move Lyra's dressing table out of the bedroom.

Don't set up anything but this big bed.

But this was a situation that he can only think about.

Seeing that Lyra was still thinking about this strange thing, he decided to hand over a spoonful of beef porridge, "Well Rara, it's just a small thing. No need to take it to heart. You have a lot of work to deal with today, right? It's almost one o'clock. I'll take you to the Lloyd's Corp after eating." "It's almost one o'clock?" Lyra recently had doubt for her life. Why did she sleep until noon every day? And when she got up, she either had a headache or fatigue and she did not wake up midway.

Without making her think deeply, Malcolm handed another spoonful of beef porridge and quickly fed her.

She ate the whole bowl of porridge and lay down for Malcolm to massage.

When the soreness of her body was almost relieved, her delicate hands wrapped around Malcolm's strong waist.

There were bruises on his waist from last night's belt that broke the skin, and Malcolm trembled gently in pain. His brows were furrowing lightly.

Fearing that Lyra would notice the difference, he forced himself to look right, stiffened his back, and let her hug him, enduring the pain.

Lyra lightly sipped his thin lips, "You're so considerate. If you continue to spoil me like this, | will become a small waste." Malcolm rubbed the tip of his nose with his sweetly, "These are small things. My Rara has big ambitions to do great things. As your husband, of course | have to help you take care of these chores." She was touched and wrapped her arms around his back and hugged him tightly, "Thank you, honey, for being willing to support my career." Malcolm's eyelashes fluttered. He adjusted his breathing, and his cheek went to press against her ear.

"No problem." The two got intimate for a while before Lyra got out of bed and went to wash up.

Only when her figure was fully inside the bathroom did Malcolm reveal his painful expression.

Fortunately, she was already wearing a suit jacket so Lyra did not feel it out. If it was pajamas, with Lyra's shrewdness, she will certainly find traces.

Twenty minutes later, Lyra changed into her commuter clothes, put on light makeup, and walked out with Malcolm holding hands.

Malcolm himself drove Lyra to the Lloyd's Corp.

When Lyra's figure completely disappeared from view, he immediately looked serious and decisively rolled up the car window.

He took out his cell phone, called Jimmy, and told Jimmy exactly what happened last night.

Jimmy listened and remained calm.

"When she has an attack, she will just lose her dominant consciousness and be unable to perceive what she has done when she is awake. She is not stopping her thoughts. She will choose to turn around and go get the lamp and smash it, which is a normal venting behavior during the attack." Malcolm understood but was a little disappointed, yet a little thankful.

Fortunately, Lyra was not taking advantage of mental illness and deliberately venting to torment him.

He didn't say anything and Jimmy continued, "Malcolm, come to the lab. I'll see how you were beaten last night and how badly you were hurt. You can bring back some strong tranquilizers in case of emergencies." "Great." Malcolm agreed and immediately turned around and went to the lab.

In the lab, he just took off his shirt and let Jimmy examine the injury.

Jimmy sighed in relief, "Fortunately, only flesh wounds. It did not hurt the bones, but, your whole body was beaten like this. It hurts, right?" Malcolm stared at him oddly, "How about you take a few hits? Then you can see if it hurts?" Jimmy's mouth twitched, "Forget it, I'm not in good shape. | am just a weak little doctor. | can't take a few hits. | will pass out.

Malcolm, I'm not as sturdy as you are to endure the beating." Malcolm glared at him with twisted brows and a chill in his eyes.

He sensed the threat, laughed heatedly and patted Malcolm's shoulder, "Nothing else, it's a compliment to your body, strong, good stamina ..." "That's enough. Stop your compliments.” Jimmy shut up with resentment and gave him a laboratory ointment specializing in bruises and swelling, "This one is better than the one you use at home. But the pain is intensified when you apply the medicine.” He went on to say that it would help the wound heal faster, and for him, it was the most needed medicine at the moment.

Before leaving the lab, Jimmy instructed, "Malcolm, if she goes crazy again tonight, you should not be a sandbag. Your body is not yet healed, and then a beating can hurt, right? You should find a way to give her a sedative.” Malcolm nodded and left decisively.

Jimmy had said before that too many injections of strong sedatives can affect the nervous system, which was detrimental to future treatment and can have an impact on Rara's ability to cure her mania later.

He just kept it on hand and would never consider using sedatives as a last resort.

The Office of the President at Lloyd's Corp.

When it came to work, Lyra was always serious and focused.

Since the release of the Lloyd's Corp and Duowiehl Group's project collaboration in international news, these days, the Lloyd's Corp stock was up several points and the response had been good.

Knowing that Anne was recently helping AN Group to negotiate a certain cooperation, Lyra decided to send an elite team to grab the business.

She believed that in less than two days, they would have a pretty good result.

Even if she can't get it, she still had to spoil Anne's project and avenge her for previous business robbery.

As night fell, Lyra, who had simply worked all afternoon, soon felt physically exhausted.

Something was really wrong with her life lately, and it was not just her, Malcolm was having problems too.

It always seemed like something was hiding from her, but if one let her point out what was strange, she can not say it out.

The nerves in her head were starting to panic again, and she closed her eyes and helped herself to a brief rest by rubbing her temples.

The back of her hand was suddenly grasped by a pair of warm hands, and she opened her eyes to see that it was Malcolm.

"When did you come in? How come | didn't hear a sound?" "Just a minute ago, just came in. | am, after all, the proper husband of the CEO of the Lloyd's Corp, and your assistant couldn't stop me." Because Lyra had just taken the helm of the Lloyd's Corp and had let Malcolm help with the business, Lyra had always given him the permission so he can come in directly without the need for an assistant to inform her.

"Are you tired?" Malcolm gently rubbed the back of her hand, "Work is never done. Take care, and rest. Work life balance is the best choice.” After finishing his words, he bent down and picked Lyra up, "Come on, let's go home." After dinner, the two played a two-player mobile game together for a while.

The atmosphere was pleasant and harmonious.

They played the game until 10 p.m., when Malcolm carried Lyra upstairs to take a shower.

"Good night honey." Lyra gave him a kiss on his thin lips and closed her eyes to sleep.

Malcolm, however, kept his eyes open, gazed at her sleeping face, and did not dare to close his eyes.

When Lyra's breathing gradually stabilized and he confirmed that she was asleep, he gently and quietly got out of bed and put away the bottles and jars on the opposite dressing table in a quick and orderly manner, just in case.

After all this, despite his exhaustion, he chose to sit on the edge of the bed and quietly watch Lyra sleep for a while.

Seeing that she did not have any signs of an attack for several minutes, his tense nerves slackened and he lay back on the bed exhausted.

Then, as he just closed his eyes and slept for less than a minute, he sensitively felt a strong wind coming from his ears.

He quickly opened his eyes and gripped Lyra's right wrist as she swung her hand.

However.

Snap-- Lyra raised her left hand and swung it over to Malcolm's right cheek, catching him off guard.

She deserved to be his wife because her response was really fast.