Chapter 232 I mean, let me do it tonight


    She helped Malcolm to the bed and tucked him in.


    But he had just finished surgery, his body was weak. And after standing in the corridor for more than


    half an hour, his body was cold.


    Lyra helped him turn the heat on and sat right next to his bed.


    She poured him a cup of hot water and handed it to him, saying, "Many things were exined to me in


    detail during your surgery by Chad, so I don''t need you to exin them again. But I have a few doubts


    that I need you to answer."


    Malcolm nodded his head.


    "Why are you Melvin? And if you are Malcolm, where is the real Melvin?"


    Malcolm clutched her small hand and felt her warm palm before he began speaking, "Do you


    remember what I told you about that car ident 13 years ago?"


    "Yes."


    "The real Melvin died when he was 15 years old because he saved me. At that time, the White family


    was in chaos. I was young and there was no way to contend against my uncle Kacper. Melvin was sent


    to the National Investigation Bureau from childhood by his grandfather. His family hadn''t met him."


    "So grandpa let me temporarily take refuge in Melvin''s name. 13 years ago when the car ident


    happened, the people who escorted me died. No one in Frayton knew my true identity, and I became


    Melvin as a matter of course to help him show filial respect for his grandpa and mother and help him


    revitalize Freeman Group."


    "So it is." Lyra lowered her eyes, "So the box of ashes you had six months ago was also a fake? Your


    body was burned under Neen''s watch. Is also fake?"


    "The ashes are real of the real Melvin''s. As for the body, it was Chad who found a man in the


    warehouse at the time who was simr in stature to me. Because of the fire, he had been burned


    beyond recognition, so Neen must not have noticed."


    His voice was low and soft, and his eyes glowed with a shimmer as he looked at Lyra.


    "Rara, I didn''t mean to lie to you. After I was back to Suham to wield the power ... I really can''t go


    Frayton. When I knew you made you identity public, you didn''t even know how happy I was."


    Lyra didn''t say anything, staring at him quietly.


    By her such expressionless stare, Malcolm was a little nervous, "I pretend not to recognize you at that


    night of your weing party. I also cheated you. I was wrong. If you''re still angry, you can continue to


    punish me. I receive all, OK?"


    "No."


    Malcolm didn''t expect her to refuse so decisively, and his heart went cold.


    His long and curly eyshes gently drooped, concealing his sadness.


    When he wasn''t looking at her, Lyra leaned down and kissed him lightly on his eyes, forehead, face,


    and finally on his cold and thin lips, each kiss with great patience and doting.


    "Silly man, I''m not angry anymore."


    "Really?"


    Malcolm''s dark eyes regained their light, "So you''re not breaking off the engagement? Do you forgive


    me?"


    "Guess what?"


    Lyra kissed him on the lips again, proving her attitude to him by her action.


    The two forgot to close their eyes, feeling each other''s breathing which became more and more


    sharply.


    As she kissed, Malcolm avoided it, refusing to let her kiss him any further.


    "What''s wrong? Don''t like it?"


    Lyra did not get up and remained at a close distance from him.


    "No ..."


    Malcolm''s breathing was gradually disturbed. His ears were slightly red, and his dark eyes were shifting


    ufortably to the side.


    Lyra looked at him and had guessed what was going on, "Do you want it?"


    His ears were red and hisshes trembled nervously. He hesitated for a while before gathering the


    courage to ask, "Can I ..."


    Lyra unbuttoned the two buttons on the cor of his gown. His chest''s wound was still thickly


    bandaged, as well as the two wounds he received on his armst night.


    Besides, he just had surgery. His body was still weak. How could they have sex right now?


    "You''re not very well, are you?"


    With these factors in mind, Lyra barely gave it a second thought and said those words.


    By the time she reacted, she had already said them.


    Malcolm was instantly energized by the man''s desire to win, "Who says no! Want to try?"


    His face, though being pale, was still handsome enough.


    Because of Lyra''s words, his dark eyes red up.


    He was going to force himself to get up and physically prove himself!


    Lyra snickered and pushed him back gently, stopping him from getting up.


    Her red lips were slowly close to his reddened ears. Her enchanting voice was very seductive: "Mel, I


    mean, let me do it tonight. I''m on the top ..."


    The fire in Malcolm''s eyes was instantly doused by her words. The heat on his skin, from his ears to his


    neck was subdued.


    Did she even know what she was talking about?


    Under his puzzled gaze, Lyra sat on top of him. Her knees were propped up on the bed for fear of


    touching his injuries.


    She dominantly cupped his chin and kissed him again ...


    It was difficult to restrain the emotions.


    His Rara, what an irresistible goblin!


    This time, he was able to sink without care.


    Even if the price after the absurdity was life.


    He was also willing!


    Malcolm''s hands unconsciously wanted to put around her back.


    But he was stopped by her and she put his hands back, "You still have injuries. Don''t move your


    hands!"


    "But they don''t listen to me. They say they want to hug you."


    Lyra lifted his chin again, "So disobedient that you want to be tied up?"


    He pursed his lower lip and averted her gaze.


    Lyra was not ambiguous. She got out of bed, opened the bedside cab and took the bandages out of


    it. Then she raised his hands above his head and tied both of his wrists to the steel brace at the head


    of the bed.


    Unlike the previous two times when she tied him roughly with a belt, this time her movements were


    gentle and patient.


    After tying him up, she asked him, "How is it? Does it hurt?"


    Malcolm shook his head seriously.


    Lyra did not rush to continue, but first went to check whether the door of the ward was locked, and by


    the way, the windows were also locked and the curtains were drawn.


    She can''t let someone spoil their sex!


    After the inspection, she sat back down on the bed. Her seductive and red lips blew gently towards his


    face, "Lie still and don''t move. I''ll eat you up very gently!"


    Late at night, all was silent.


    Everyone was in a deep sleep.


    No one knew that there was a tender sex in the ward.


    ...


    4:00 AM.


    Only an obscure deskmp was turned on in the ward.


    The dim light reflected Lyra''s sleeping face, tinting her delicate eyebrows with extreme beauty.


    She, on the other hand, was the poison that Malcolm was willing to indulge in.


    Malcolm, dressed in a hospital gown, sat at the bedside and quietly admired her sleeping face.


    His bony fingers gently stroked her forehead, eyebrows, nose and then lips, outlining the beauty of her


    face.


    Lyra slept soundly. She was exhausted after sex.


    Malcolm kissed on her forehead.


    A very soft bird call suddenly came from outside the door.


    It was Chad who could not open the door and did not dare to open it, but could only try quietly with a


    code.


    Malcolm lightened his steps and answered.


    Without waiting for Chad to say anything, he made a shushing gesture, "Rara''s tired. Don''t wake her


    up."


    Then the two walked to the end of the aisle.


    "Say it."


    Chad was about to say but nced at Malcolm''s hospital gown. His neck and corbone had red


    N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    bruises, and Chad''s eyes went wide with shock.


    "Holly crap! Boss how do you ... hurt again?"


    Malcolm nced down at therge and small hickeys on his body.


    Not only did he not rush to cover up, but also very shamelessly lifted, showing to Chad with a look of


    pleasure.


    "Rara''s masterpiece. How is it? Isn''t it beautiful?"