Chapter 241 Chad worries about his boss


    Chad turned his back on Lyra and instead of turning around immediately, he quietly exchanged a look


    with Malcolm.


    Lyra had azy expression and a confused look on her face.


    Just now she finished the phone call upstairs. From a distance, she heard Chad and Malcolm talking in


    the room, but because of the distance, she could not hear too well and only heard a rtively


    unfamiliar key words.


    "Hmm?"


    Seeing that neither of them said anything, Lyra''s eyes watched back and forth between the two.


    Chad turned around and saw that her expression was calm, not like she was pretending. She should


    not have heard much so he smiled and exined.


    "The inhibitor is aboratory drug. However, just now I was discussing with my boss about the National


    Investigation Bureau''s confidential mission. It may not be convenient to disclose to Miss Lyra."


    "Really?" Lyra cocked her head to look at Malcolm .


    Malcolm nodded his head, looking natural, "You want to know? If you really want to know, I can tell


    you."


    Lyra thought about it, "Forget it. Since it''s confidential, it''s better not to tell me. I''m not really interested


    in it."


    Malcolm and Chad both breathed a quiet sigh of relief.


    "Then Miss Lyra, you guys talk. I''ll go out first."


    Lyra nodded, and once Chad was gone, she sat down next to Malcolm''s bed and checked his chest


    wound, which had been better for two days.


    In fact, in the past two days, Lyra was not really angry with him, but she only used an excuse to


    deliberately sleep in a separate room from him. She was afraid that he will be restless at night and find


    ways to seduce her tomit crimes.


    In order to let his injury heal sooner, there was no way!


    But the injury was much better, how came the bruise hickeys on his body were still so clear?


    So strange.


    She tightened her eyebrows and nced at Malcolm coldly, noticing that his eyes were evasive and


    odd.


    "It''s been a few days, howe the marks on your body haven''t dissipated at all? You didn''t pinch it


    yourself, did you?"


    "How can that be!?"


    Malcolm was adamant, "How could I have done such a strange act, but this is the first time you have


    taken the initiative, so let''s keep it as a souvenir, shall we?"


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    Lyra''s eyebrows furrowed. Obviously there were still doubts in the heart.


    "Rara, I want to take a shower."


    Malcolm interrupted her thoughts. His deep dark eyes fixed on her with a shimmer.


    Lyra barely considered it, "No, you''re notpletely healed. You can''t get wet. I''ll have Chade in


    and let him clean your body?"


    Malcolm was depressed, using, "You saidst time that my body could only be shown to you in the


    future. You want Chad to trash me?"


    Looking at his aggrieved expression, Lyra touched his handsome face.


    The pair of clear eyes suddenly shed a hint of cunning. Her red lips hooked up in a sexy arc.


    She slowly approached Malcolm, and her soft voice was verypelling, "Mel, if you want me to serve


    you, it''s not impossible. But before that, I have a surprise to finish with you first. You will like it."


    Malcolm''s eyes lit up and his heart fluttered slightly.


    Lyra continued: "When you''re der, you''ll be sticky, so I''ll wipe your body then. Don''t have to wipe


    it twice."


    Malcolm restrained the anticipation in his eyes and replied calmly and steadily, "Yes."


    "Then wait for me. I''ll go next door and get something."


    Something?


    Malcolm had a vague sense that something was wrong.


    Lyra had already gone to the next bedroom and trotted back again in a sh.


    She came in again with her hands behind her back and a mysterious look on her face.


    Then she took off her shoes and got into bed, slowly straddling him and kneeling on the bed.


    The fair fingertips began to unbutton his remaining shirt buttons one by one patiently.


    Her cold fingers unbuttoned, and identally touched his warm skin.


    It was like a deliberate tease, setting off a shiver through his body, and his breathing followed by a


    shortness of breath.


    It was the exact same prelude script as the hospital day.


    Lyra had figured it out and was finally going to start sex again?


    However, Malcolm was not yet happy to see Lyra take out a box of dark green jar hidden behind her.


    The lid was opened. A light scent of medicine wafted out.


    Malcolm was confused.


    Lyra saw his puzzled gaze, plucked out a dark brown ointment with her fingers, rubbed it in her palm


    until it melted and warmed slightly, then gently applied it to the bruises on Malcolm''s body.


    "Mel, this is the method I specially asked the doctor yesterday. It helps to activate the blood and help


    the marks to recover quickly. Tomorrow, these bruises on your body will be gone. Are you happy?"


    Her voice was yful.


    She was determinate topletely destroy the evidence.


    She would never let a fourth person know of her deed that day at the hospital on impulse!


    Malcolm was speechless.


    What exactly was he expecting just then?


    Lyra noticed his deathly pale pupils and wondered, "Why aren''t you happy. Is it because you don''t like


    this little surprise?"


    It was her first time to give massage herself!


    Malcolm took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and squeezed two words out of his teeth, "Like it!"


    Lyra was so happy that her hands were massaging harder, and she learned the techniques online


    yesterday.


    "Mel, don''t move. I''ll try to be very gentle!"


    Malcolm looked out the window with his head cocked, motionless, at her mercy.


    The corners of his thin lips were pursed and his expression was extraordinarily gloomy.


    "Does this hurt? Do you need me to be gentle? Forget it, or use a little force. You put up with it !"


    "Your abs are so nice to touch, hehehehehe ..."


    "Mel, are youfortable? Am I great? Compliment me!"


    "..."


    "Awesome!"


    Lyra forgot to close the bedroom door, which was ajar, when she came in.


    Her voice was not small, and all of it reached Chad, who was walking down the stairs.


    Especially Malcolm''s final andbored murmur, it sounded particrly soulful.


    Was this what they were doing at ...?


    Chad''s jaw dropped in shock.


    Was him listening to Boss and Miss Lyra having sex?


    His ears were dirty ah ah ah!


    Boss had only just stopped for two days. How can they do it again!?


    Heartless and inhumane.


    Miss Lyra was a sex fiend!


    Chad was so worried about his boss''s life that he stood in the stairs and stomped his feet.


    No way!


    Even if his boss would be angry and deduct his sry, he must do something!


    He rubbed his hands together and thought deeply for a moment.


    Suddenly the n came to his mind.


    He quietly went upstairs and stood right in the bedroom aisle and started pping loudly with his hands


    in a very rhythmic manner.


    "Snap! Snap! Snap ..."


    The two people in the room were not surprised to hear his apuse.


    Lyra nced out the door, saw no one there, approached Malcolm and whispered, "What''s Chad


    doing? He''s pping quite vigorously. Is he sick? As his boss, you should also be more concerned


    about the mental health of your subordinates. You know?"


    "..."


    Malcolm was extremely speechless.


    He heard it.


    Apuse and "pping", both had a general meaning of that.


    And Chad implied their code word, which meant, "Restraint! Be restrained! There must be restraint!"