Chapter 372 Malcolm misses the whip


    Hearing Lyra''s soft but cold voice, Chad was so frightened that he almost threw the phone on the spot.


    After a long interval, he did not dare to talk, and held his breath.


    Lyra seriously reminded him, "Chad, you''d better help Malcolm to give an ount. If you confess, I''ll be


    lenient. If you don''t, I''ll be strict. Or you two will be miserable as you wish!"


    When she was saying this, she gritted her teeth.


    Chad was frightened, and hurried to help exin, "He is actually for your health. He just loves you too


    much. He ..."


    With a bunch of pleading words, Lyra finally got the whole thing clear after two minutes.


    "Okay, I get it. You did a good job on this. I won''t make it hard for you, and I definitely won''t let your


    brother retaliate against you. Don''t worry."


    Chad was more afraid that she would get into trouble with Malcolm than he suffered alone himself,


    "Lyra, don''t be mad at my brother. He ..."


    Lyra did not bother to listen to his pleading, and said coldly, "You do not have to worry. He will be fine."


    After saying that, she hung up the phone.


    The atmosphere was suddenly quiet.


    The whole bedroom was filled with a cool air.


    Lyra turned her head to look at Malcolm, and before she could open her mouth to taunt him, something


    was suddenly shoved into her hand.


    She looked down at the whip that was in the nightstand drawer before.


    "What does it mean to take out the whip? It''s been too long since you''ve not tasted the whip. Do you


    miss it?" She asked knowingly.


    Malcolm bit his lower lip. The tips of his ears were slightly red, and he said with no confidence, "I was


    wrong. This is myck of consideration. Don'' get angry with me."


    Lyra looked at him seriously, "Malcolm, the baby is for both of us. You have no right to make any


    decisions for me."


    "I know ..."


    Malcolm avoided her gaze, "I was just thinking about it. So as soon as I got home, I took it upon myself


    to talk to you about it."


    Lyra yed with the whip, exposing him carelessly, "You would have consulted with me this time if


    Chad hadn''t gotten in the way?"


    "I''m sorry."


    He didn''t know how to argue. Although he did take the initiative to discuss with Rara, it felt like he


    quibbled to say more, so he might just admit it.


    Thinking about this, he hardened himself and consciously spread his hands.


    "As long as it can vent your anger, I''ll receive the punishment."


    "Malcolm, I just want you to know that this is between the two of us. You have to talk to me in the


    future, not dictate like a job."


    Lyra looked at his downcast head in exasperation.


    She didn''t want to beat him up, not at all.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Moreover, this kind of little punishment was not painful at all for him who was recovering from his


    illness. He just wanted her to vent out her anger.


    But what Malcolm did today was quite excessive.


    That didn''t stop her from whipping him and letting him know the lesson!


    Thinking of this, Lyra smiled cunningly, "You do need to be beaten, but did I say I would beat your


    hands?"


    Malcolm looked up abruptly, sensing something unpleasant in her evil expression.


    The smile on Lyra''s lips deepened as she sat cross-legged on the bed and gently patted her heel, "Lie


    down here."


    Malcolm was confused for a second, seemed to understand what she meant, and then wasn''t sure,


    "You don''t mean to, like, beat my...butt?"


    Lyra nodded unambiguously, "Malcolm, you''re so smart!"


    "No!"


    Malcolm''s ears were red and his face and neck were even more red.


    This was not only punishment for him, but humiliation.


    He would rather die than submit!


    "Rara! I''m the man in power of White family, the director of National Investigation Bureau. Do I want to


    lose face?" He bit his lower lip and stared at her usingly.


    Lyra stifled herughter and said with a serious face, "Of course I know. You''re trying to tell me that a


    tiger''s butt can''t be touched. It will make you angry, right?"


    "Yes!" Malcolm sounded strong.


    She didn''t think so, "But I''ll touch and beat it up! Besides, I won''t let you take off your pants, which is


    already giving you face. And it''s not a shame to be beaten up by your fiancee."


    Malcolm was unable to refute, but he can not ept this kind of thing.


    "In short, it just won''t work."


    Lyra''s face was cold, "It seems that you don''t know you did it wrong, and you don''t ept the


    punishment. I''d think about going back to my family to live. And I''ll think about whether to forgive you by


    the way. After all, you only have this chance."


    She was about to get up, and Malcolm hurriedly pulled her back.


    "Don''t leave. I admit I''m wrong!"


    Hearing the affirmative answer, Lyra stifled herughter and was determined to fulfill his wish. She


    pointed to the empty space in front of the big bed.


    Malcolm dawdled and finally resigned himself to lying down in front of Lyra''s bed after a few minutes.


    Lyra indulgently admired his shyness, and took the whip to touch his butt, "If you''ve never been beaten,


    you have beaten others, right? You''re not in the right position. You need to rise up a little more! Yes,


    that''s it!"


    Malcolm buried his face in the crook of his arm. Lyra could not see his expression, but she could feel


    his breakdown from the tips of his hot and ears.


    She rolled up her sleeves and said in a yful tone, "Malcolm, I''m going to start! I''m going to use all my


    strength, so bear with me!"


    After giving him the precaution, Lyra held the whip in both hands and raised it high.


    Before she could swing down, Malcolm pounced on her, not pressing her stomach in a very measured


    manner.


    "Rara, don''t beat..."


    He buried his face between her neck and sulked in resignation.


    The tips of the hot ears pressed against her skin and she just felt her flesh burning.


    Was is always memorable to be so embarrassed, right?


    "In the future, do you dare to make decisions without letting me know?"


    Malcolm shook his head submissively, "Don''t dare. There''s no next time."


    The goal was achieved, and Lyra badly squeezed his butt.


    The sweet smell filled the room.


    ...


    It was almost Christmas'' Eve in a few days.


    When the babies got bigger, her belly would gradually show it and the pregnancy couldn''t be hidden.


    The two discussed a solution to announce the big and shocking news.


    Malcolm even intended to put the marriage on the agenda.


    However, before Christmas'' Eve, Lyre Spiti had the most unlikely of uninvited guest.


    As soon as Micah entered the vi, his face was cold and sullen, like who owed him tens of billions


    dors.


    When Lyra came downstairs, he immediately asked, "You''re pregnant? Twins?"


    "Er ..."


    Lyra froze and was embarrassed.


    She almost forgot that Micah had thergest holdings in all major hospitals in Crana so she would not


    be able to hide it from Micah if she went to the hospital for a checkup.


    "Hey, Micah, you''re the first family member to know it. Are you surprised?"


    Micah ignored her pretend lighthearted tone, and his cold face remained unchanged.


    Malcolm immediately pulled Lyra behind him, "It''s my fault. It''s not Rara''s business."


    Micah looked askance at him and said coldly, "Of course it''s your fault. You can''t control yourself. And


    the security measures are not taken. You are fully responsible!"