After divorce I am a billionaire

If it wasn't for the fear of waking the sleeping kids, Lyra really wanted to punch him in the head.

"You know they are all asleep. If | beat you now, it will make a noise. You deliberately admit you mistake now, right?" Malcolm pondered seriously, "I'll take out the washboard from the closet and kneel on it. There's no noise. When will you stop getting angry, I'll get up?" "Not." Lyra refused without thinking twice.

Kneeling on the washboard hurt his knees too much, and she couldn't bear it.

Malcolm was in trouble. "What should | do then?" Lyra shook her head and raised her eyebrows proudly, "Go back to your study and sleep.” He refused.

After thinking for a while, Malcolm cup with a good idea.

"What about you go to the study with me? If | need to be punished, then you just do it. And | am able to have sex with you by the way. At most, half an hour. After that, we will cback and sleep with our kids." Lyra raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a strange look.

"Only half an hour? How fast can you?" After pondering for a moment, he resolutely changed his words, "Then don't count the time. This bed is big and spacious. | don't believe that within an hour or two, these two little ones can fall down the bed." Lyra stopped talking.

This proposal was really good.

But she always felt something was wrong? "It's obviously your fault tonight, but you actually want to abductto the study to have sex. You are so disobedient but you still want benefits?" Malcolm leaned over again and rubbed the tip of his charming wife's nose, "We've been sleeping with the kids for several nights.

| can't even hug you. If | hold back, I'll be suffocated. Just pity me." This lustful and magnetic voice was so coquettish. It really made her unable to resist at all.

Lyra's heart fluttered, "Well then..." "You're so good." Malcolm kissed her soft lips wantonly.

He picked up the ruler in the drawer of the bedside table, and the two quietly left the room and went to the study.

The two figures went upstairs quietly, and they let out a sigh of relief at the stuntil the door of the study was closed.

Lyra waved the ruler on her hand and made a loud cracking sound.

She was excited about this.

"Con honey. Find a place to lie down.” It had been a long tsince Lyra didn't beat him.

Malcolm looked around the small study, and finally settled on a small sofa.

He obediently walked over, half-removed his trousers, and leaned on the armrest of the sofa, looking like he was willing to be beaten and punished.

The cold ruler stuck to the skin immediately.

Malcolm shivered slightly, looking back, "Be gentle." Snap- "Hiss..." The night was cold.

In the master bedroom, there was only the sound of the sleeping breathing of the two cute kids.

The movement in the study room was restless.

One beating was followed with a groan.

From a distance, it was a gripping sound.

Lyra was very measured and beat Malcolm slightly.

After beating and rubbing the wound, she was extremely gentle.

And here cthe sweet nightlife.

Callahan Residence.

Mavis sat on the sofa in the bedroom, waiting anxiously.

It was already midnight, but Anthony hadn't cback yet.

She didn't even know what to do...

She took out her phone, turned on a chat window with Anthony, and edited a message.

[Mr. Callahan, where are you? Tonight is our wedding night ...] She paused typing, always feeling it a bit commanding and didactic in her tone.

It was not good.

She backspaced all and deleted.

[Mr. Callahan, are you asleep? Tonight is our wedding night. Are you coming back...] Was it too deliberate to emphasize the wedding night? It was not good.

She backspaced again and deleted all.

[Mr. Callahan, are you going back to Callahan Residence tonight?] It was concise and clear, neither deliberately close nor too strange.

Well, she will send this.

Mavis made up her mind and was about to tap the send button when she heard a loud noise in the garden.

She walked over to the bed and saw that there were a bunch of servants in the garden, and a few doctors in white coats were standing.

Everyone looked anxious and talked about something.

Mavis faintly felt that something was wrong. There were so many people there. Who was injured? Just wondering, she soon saw Anthony who was supported by two servants, all the way from the garden to the villa.

It turned out that Anthony was injured! Because it was so dark in the garden and the streetlights were dim, she couldn't see in which place on Anthony's body was injured.

But he was helped in. Did he hurt his leg? Mavis immediately opened the bedroom door and trotted downstairs to pick him up.

As soon as she ran into the hall, she saw Anthony was supported in.

The light in the hall was very bright, and she could see his state clearly.

His right hand and left foot were in plaster casts and appeared to be broken.

The wound on his face was not light. There were bruises and purple marks everywhere, and they were swelling.

"What's wrong? You were fine during the day. Why did you suddenly hurt like this?" Anthony smiled nonchalantly, "It's fine." Mavis helped him back to the bedroom and covered him with the quilt.

Anthony drove away the servants who looked sad, leaving only two doctors for bedtchecks.

"Except for the fracture of the right hand and left foot, the other injuries are all minor, which are not serious. Mr. Callahan, try not to get out of bed and walk these days. Take a good rest, and you will recover faster." "Yeah." Anthony responded perfunctorily, focusing on the phone in his left hand.

Instead, Mavis listened to the doctor's instructions very seriously. The doctor kept the pills and told him to take it again tonight, and he would cto help Anthony for the infusion therapy in the morning.

Anthony didn't listen the whole time, still on his phone.

Mavis sent the two doctors away and returned with a glass of warm water.

"Mr. Callahan, take your medicine." Anthony stared at the screen of the mobile phone, and subconsciously used his right hand to pick it up. His right hand was limited in movement, and he couldn't get the pills in Mavis's hand at all, so he remembered that he had a cast.

Mavis: "Or... put down the phone first, and take the medicine?" Anthony didn't listen but lay on his back on the head of the bed, looking extremely lazy, "Feed me." "What?" Mavis's heart beat fast. How? Anthony could see the embarrassment on her face. "How do you think it's feeding? Mouth to mouth?" Mavis' cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head.

Anthony looked at her like this and wondered if it was because the two were already married, he somehow thought her shy demeanor was a little cute.

"Have you really never taken care of a patient?" "No.

"Then I'll teach you." Although he was injured, he seemed to be in a good mood, and he was impatient for the first time, "Put the pills in my mouth, and then bring the water to my mouth. Slower..." Mavis did as she was told, putting all the six pills in her hand into his mouth and feeding him the warm water.

Anthony raised his head to drink water. His Adam's apple kept moving, which looked a little sexy.

Mavis's gaze, for no reason, fell on his well-defined Adam's apple.

And she swallowed.