After divorce I am a billionaire

Thinking resentfully, Lyra put Anne's matter aside and went back to work.

When she worked seriously, time always passed extra fast.

Lyra was processing the last document to be signed when the alarm on her phone went off.

This was the alarm clock she set in order to leave work half an hour early.

Tonight she had a date with Malcolm to go to Grandpa's villa for dinner and to see how Spencer and Momo were doing when they were taken care of at Grandpa's home.

Tonight if she had the onset again, according to Malcolm's idea, it can successfully solve the injurious problem. She still hoped to pick up the babies as soon as possible. With them by her side, she would feel much at ease.

She thought as she packed up in preparation for her shift.

Coming out of the president's office, she received a call from Malcolm before she even got into the elevator.

"Honey, I'm already in the garage." "So soon?" Malcolm laughed, "When | pick you up and bring you home, | naturally have to be active.” Lyra's heart felt sweet and she quickly went downstairs.

In the underground parking lot, Malcolm leaned leisurely on the side of the car. His face was still handsome as ever.

When he saw Lyra coming, he opened the car door and held the roof edge with his hand as usual to prevent Lyra from accidentally bumping her head when she got in, and then bent down to help her put on her seat belt.

Lyra took advantage of his proximity and gave him a delicate kiss on the cheek.

"Honey, | am really close to being spoiled by you into a small waste. If | leave you in the future, I'm afraid | can't even take care of myself." Malcolm lifted her cheek with one hand and kissed her on the lips, feeling her sweetness.

"Then never leave me. My favor for you is unique and no one can take a single bit of you." Lyra asked reluctantly, "What about Momo? They say that daughters are the little lovers of their fathers in their past lives. Don't you even spoil this sweet little lover?" Malcolm's face did not change. His dark eyes were always drenched in honey-like sweetness when he looked at Lyra.

"Momo has a brother, so I'll leave the task of spoiling her and taking care of her to Spencer in the future.” The arrangement was very reasonable and Lyra nodded her head in satisfaction.

The two were intimate for a while longer before Malcolm walked back around to the main driver, buckled up and drove properly.

The limousine quickly pulled back to the White family's garage, and Lyra was about to get out when Malcolm stepped around to the passenger side and opened the door for her, carrying her securely out of the car.

In the sunset, Lyra was carried by Malcolm through the winding alleyways.

She leaned close to Malcolm's ear and whispered, "After all, we're going to Grandpa's villa for dinner, so it's not good to display our affection intimately, right?" Malcolm smiled, "Rara, don't worry. Grandpa won't care about that. | just want to spoil my wife. No one will say 'no"." He insisted on hugging, and Lyra had to let him do it.

A few minutes later, the two entered the old Mr. White's yard.

The old Mr. White learned that the two were coming over for dinner and waited early in front of the villa.

Seeing the two appear in the garden, Charles pushed the old Mr. White's wheelchair and slowly went over to greet them.

"It's so nice to have my dear grandson's wife here." Seeing that Lyra was carried in by Malcolm, the old Mr. White and Charles had smiles of relief on their faces at the same time.

They were happy to see their offspring in such a loving scene.

"Malcolm is so considerate. My family grandson's wife is made of pearls. It should be precious." The old Mr. White and Charles laughed loudly and happily at the same time.

Malcolm agreed, "Grandpa, you're right. It's a blessing in my life to be married to Rara. | must spoil and love her for life.” The old Mr. White and Charles laughed even more, and the whole garden was filled with laughter.

"Come on, go in and eat. What the kitchen prepared today is all what you love to eat. Lyra must eat more. Maybe | will see more great-grandchildren in my lifetime." Charles also said, "Everyone loves kids." In front of the elders, Lyra was a little embarrassed, "Grandpa, are you joking? It's not my turn to make decisions. It depends on whether Mel gives it a go or not." Malcolm's mouth twitched slightly at the corners as he was teased.

He had no power. Lyra should be the most clear about that.

However, Lyra's current mania was not cured. This disease was easy to inherit to the child, when the pain and sadness still went for him and Rara.

Malcolm had no such ideas in six months for the time being.

He quickly changed the topic, "Well grandpa, I'm hungry. Let's go in and eat." The family happily shifted positions and went to the dining room for dinner.

After the meal, Lyra went to visit the babies.

In the last two days, Spencer and Momo had been well taken care of by Grandpa and Sophia, and they seemed to have gained some weight. They were getting cuter and cuter.

She lovingly joined Malcolm and coaxed the babies for a while.

Seeing that it was getting late and it was almost 9:30, it was close to the time when she might have an attack.

Malcolm took Lyra and said goodbye to the old Mr. White and went back to Lyre Spiti.

After being back at home, Lyra did not go upstairs at all but directly to the basement.

The basement door was opened and Malcolm took her hand and wouldn't let go. He was a little too distraught to shut her up.

Lyra kissed him lightly on the thin lips to calm his uneasiness, "Don’t be afraid. Even if there is no movement in the first half of tonight, don't open the door rashly. Everything will need to be waited until tomorrow morning. If unfortunately the onset occurs again, proceed as originally planned.” Malcolm nodded, "Don't worry Rara. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be in the basement to watch over you all night. Anytime when you call me, I'll be there for you. I'll always be there where you need me most." Lyra smiled, stroked his face, and reluctantly entered the basement.

After being remodeled, the basement door was extra heavy and rattled noticeably when the door was closed.

The door blocked the two, but not the distance they love each other deeply.

Malcolm will lock the door, just stand quietly by the door, and did not sit on a chair.

Sleeping under such a dark and claustrophobic space really hurt him.

Like being punished for standing, his back straightened as he listened for any movement inside the door.

He stood there for over two hours.

Near 12 o'clock, the original quiet basement gradually came with the sound, and Lyra was hissing like fury.

Sure enough, the onset came again.

Malcolm clenched his fists and listened quietly at the door, praying that the little things set up inside would help Lyra vent and let her sleep early.

He mused and kept looking at his watch to calculate the time.

Previously, Rara was allowed to beat him with a belt, which took at least an hour or more each time.

He wondered how long it will take to exhaust Lyra's strength with this basement.

In the basement, the crackling sound was very abrupt.

With two hours passing, Lyra's berserk state continued inside.

Did this plan fail? She can't vent out? Malcolm was a little lost, and a painful scream came out of it unexpectedly.

Did Rara accidentally hurt herself? His heart trembled and he was immediately about to unlock the basement door and go in to check on Lyra’s condition.