Chapter 378 It''s Malcolm, not doggy


    "Okay, let''s go back."


    Lyra didn''t ask more questions, intending to go back and talk about itter.


    She held Malcolm''s arm and helped him limp away from Anning Hill.


    Back in Lyre Spiti''s bedroom, Lyra immediately stripped him naked.


    At first, she didn''t notice, but when she took off his clothes, she realized that he had changed in Micah''s


    room, and the suit he was wearing was Micah''s preferred style, and it was new.


    And, it smelled good, too. He had used Micah''s bathroom to take a shower?


    Lyra''s heart thumped, and she was increasingly confused about what her brothers had done to him?


    "Where exactly did they hit you? Howe there''s no injury? Micah can''t inject needles into you or


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    give you poison, right?"


    Malcolm was so weak and miserable that he was at her mercy, being unable to resist.


    After experiencing the full hour and a half ofbor pains, all his strength was used to sustain the pain


    and copy the family instruction.


    He finally understood why women have to be bedridden after giving birth to a baby.


    It was really ... too painful.


    But he was a man, he had to walk home standing up.


    Lyra turned his whole body over, but did not find a little injury. Malcolm was in a state of breathlessness


    again, with a look of exhaustion.


    She was so anxious that she patted his cheek to awaken his drowsy consciousness.


    "Malcolm, stay awake for a second, what''s going on?"


    Malcolm moved his mouth weakly and clutched her small hand. His voice was extremely soft, "Just...


    let me feel the pain of your delivery in advance ...."


    Lyra''s face changed, "Micah take you experience a level ten birth and copy another family instruction


    by the way?"


    "Yes..."


    Lyra was silent. This was too like Micah''s style. That was so cruel!


    But, as it was, she was reluctantly relieved.


    Even if her brothers didn''t do this, she actually had ns to let Malcolm go ahead and help her feel the


    After all, she was pregnant for the first time and was also afraid of pain.


    "So how do you feel?"


    "It hurts." Malcolm nuzzled into her arms and rested his head on herp, deliberately avoiding her belly.


    Lyra rubbed her fingers on his face and got a little scared, "What about it? Even you are in such pain, I


    guess I can faint from the pain through the birth."


    Malcolm were sleepy. After all, he was not a doctor and he did not know much about it. He could only


    brace himself tofort her, "I''m here. The big deal is that on the day you go intobor, I will


    experience anotherbor analgesia and stay with you."


    Okay.


    It was much morefortable for Lyra to have him with her in pain.


    "Mel, you''re so nice." She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.


    Then she helped him change into his pajamas. When she was about to fall asleep with him who was in


    her arms, the phone on the bedside table rang.


    It was Twelve.


    "Miss, the courier just came by and delivered an international package. I''ve got it for you. It''s on the


    coffee table in the living room."


    "An international package? It''s delivered thiste?"


    Lyra pondered for a moment, confirming that she hadn''t even bought anything online recently.


    Twelve replied, "Well, it was expedited, flown in from Gibsomin, and the sender was Mr. Anthony."


    "Okay, I got it."


    Lyra quickly hung up the phone.


    Anthony suddenly sent something over. Was it something important?


    He went to Gibsomin, and she wondered how he was doing there?


    She mused, and carefully inclined her head toward Malcolm.


    Malcolm was resting in the crook of her arm, looking at her, "Rara, do you want to go down now and


    see the present Anthony sent you?"


    "Is it... okay?" She asked.


    The look in Malcolm''s eyes waspletely absent.


    He left Lyra''s embrace and rolled over to turn his back on her. His tone sounded jealous.


    "It''s not like it was sent to me, so if you want to check it, go ahead."


    Lyra took a finger and tentatively poked him in the back, "You''re not happy?"


    "No, it''s just sentimental. You''re too busy trying to remember your old friend. You don''t have time to


    coax me, the soon to be husband, to sleep."


    Lyra tut-tutted twice, "Come on, don''t be jealous. You''re the only one I have in mind"


    Malcolm frowned lightly, did not say anything and closed his eyes.


    "Don''t be jealous. The courier is not as important as you. I will open it tomorrow. Besides you have


    worked so hard today, of course I have to coax my puppy to sleep first!"


    Her voice was soft and sweet, and her small hand gently patted his shoulder to soothe him.


    Malcolm was feeling much morefortable, contentedly rolled over and shrank into her arms, but


    suddenly he noticed something wrong in her words.


    "Wait, puppy?"


    Lyra kissed him in a hurry, "No, you misheard me, it was Malcolm!"


    Malcolm re-cuddled her and soon fell asleep with exhaustion.


    The two had a good sleep.


    It was early the next morning that Lyra went downstairs and opened the delivery.


    They were some special products from Gibsomin. Because of the Christmas, Anthony sent this back


    specially for her.


    He also selected them with great care. They were specially selected for pregnant women.


    There was also a letter in the package. She opened and read carefully.


    Malcolm held the handle and slowly walked down the stairs and saw Lyra concentrating from a


    distance.


    "What did he say?" he asked jealously.


    "He said that the culture over there is very backward, so he became an ordinary teacher in the


    mountains. Life is full and satisfied. He said when my baby is born, he is afraid that he can note


    back to celebrate, but the gift will certainly be sent."


    "That''s it?"


    "Well, that''s it."


    Malcolm didn''t believe it, "Didn''t he even say something as ''thinking of you'', ''missing you'', ''dreaming


    about you''? "


    Lyra collected the envelope and exined lightly, "No, he knows what he can do."


    Malcolm reluctantly believed it and didn''t ask any more questions and went to the kitchen to make


    breakfast for Lyra.


    Lyra took advantage of this to write a letter back, informing him of her uing marriage and slipping


    in two packets of ingredients from home as a New Year''s gift. Then she asked Twelve to send it back


    by courier to the address she had sent it to.


    After breakfast, the two went to Collin''s vi as agreed beforehand to set the wedding date.


    It was scheduled for a month from now.


    Because Malcolm volunteered to take on the wedding nning, he said he would put aside his job and


    focus on the preparations to give Lyra the best wedding possible.


    So for the wedding, Lyra basically never cared about anything.


    After the New Year, she started to work and engage in her career. Apart from asional pregnancy


    vomiting and drowsiness, she was in good health.


    Spring started.


    Lyra, who had hurriedly finished her breakfast, returned the message while walking to the foyer to put


    on her shoes.


    Malcolm hugged her from behind, resting his chinzily on her shoulder.


    "Rara, you have been busy all day recently ..." she had not been with him properly, making him like a


    puppy for his master toe home.