Chapter 384 Malcolm''s bitter trick works permanently


    Tonight, she was doing something wrong. When she saw Malcolm kneeling on the board, her anger


    instantly disappeared. And she had the guilty conscience and felt sorry for him at the same time.


    She walked over and gave him an out by gently poking his shoulder with her fingertips.


    "Okay, let''s not make a scene, okay?"


    Malcolm grunted and ignored her.


    Lyra continued to coax patiently, "I have not eaten. And I was carried back by you. I''m hungry. Mel, get


    up and cook for me."


    "I am receiving my punishment. Not avable!"


    He was unmoved and pulled his phone out of his pants pocket to send a message over, "I''ll have Keira


    make a few dishes and bring them over to you."


    Lyra continued to poke him in the shoulder, "But I want to eat your cooking. And besides, if Keira


    Malcolm''s hand, which was typing, gave an abrupt halt.


    But he quickly came up with a solution, "I''ll call ahead and not allow Chad toe here. Have Keira


    just drop it off outside the front door, then have Twelve take it into the dining room for you."


    It was really not easy to coax him.


    She bent down and gently hugged him from behind. Then she took away his phone when he hadn''t


    finished editing the message. Her small face pressed against his face and gently stroked it.


    "Stop it. What exactly do I have to do before you''ll get up?"


    Malcolm bit his thin lips. Being stroked by her small face and feeling her extra soft skin, his emotions


    were smoothed a lot.


    He thought about it and said in a sullen tone, "Say you''re wrong. Say you''ll never dare to lie to me


    again. Don''t let other men kiss you, not even kissing your hands and hair! Nor are you allowed to eat


    alone with other men!"


    Lyra was speechless, "I was working! I invited him to dinner because we need to talk about the


    cooperation. I have exined that it''s not what you think. Kissing the back of the hand is European


    Swye''s culture. It''s normal!"


    "You don''t even know what''s wrong! And you still think you''re justified!"


    Malcolm was furious and pulled away her slender arms, which were around him, "Leave me alone and


    let me reflect on it."


    Lyra sat back on the bed in exasperation and stared at him from afar.


    "It''s really time to reflect. It''s been a while since I haven''t punished you. Have you forgotten who you


    are?"


    "You make something out of nothing tonight. You''re unreasonable and also hit him. Even if I give you


    an out, you''re so stubborn!"


    "Also, how many times did you yell my name tonight?"


    His back stiffened slightly, "I don''t remember. I didn''t count."


    Lyra said in a good-natured way, "Then the number of punishment is based on ''don''t remember''.


    Kneeling for one night is not long enough for reflection. Just kneel a day and night. What do you think?"


    Malcolm was inwardly bitter and felt suffocated. The tip of his nose was sore and his eyes became


    watery again. Still, he didn''t answer her question.


    Lyra sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and breathed in deeply.


    It was the first time she and Malcolm had argued so much since they had reconciled.


    Thinking of the babies in her belly, she inhaled again and tried to control her emotions. Simply, she


    didn''t look at him and let him have a rough time.


    She took out her phone and continued to work on her work.


    The room quickly quieted down and the atmosphere remained discordant.


    After arguing for more than ten minutes and being ignored by Lyra for more than half an hour,


    Malcolm''s knees were getting sore.


    He furrowed his eyebrows. His breathing became heavier, and cold sweat began to break out on his


    forehead.


    Although Lyra was on her phone, her eyes had been peeking at him who looked painful.


    She let out a long breath, still not holding back.


    "If you really kneel for a day and a night, I''m afraid you will not be able to walk tomorrow and the day


    after." Her tone was much milder.


    Malcolm clenched his fists. His nasal voice sounded aggrieved and sour, "Even if my legs are ruined


    anyway, no one will feel heartbroken."


    What did he say?!


    She really admitted defeat this time.


    "Nonsense, I will be heartbroken."


    She gently hugged him again and helped him wipe the sweat off his forehead.


    "I was wrong! I''ll tell Caesar Gary tomorrow that I''ll never eat with him alone, and even if I do, I''ll bring


    my Malcolm with me, okay?"


    Malcolm was deted quite a bit and grunted twice in arrogance, "Barely forgive you. Don''t do it next


    time."


    "Well, promise there won''t be a next time. Get up."


    Lyra gently helped him up, brought him to the bed, pulled down his pant legs and checked his knees.


    The sharp edges of the board made his knees'' skin concave deeply. Fortunately, the time was not


    particrly long. There was no bruises, just swellings.


    Lyra carefully stroked his wounds, and to prevent them from bing bruised tomorrow, she took the


    swelling ointment from the nightstand drawer and applied it to the knees.


    "You ask for it!"


    She sighed, "Does it hurt?"


    "My heart hurts more!" He stared at her in exasperation, and was aggrieved


    Lyra immediately kissed his thin lips. Her whole heart was softened by his pitiful look, and she was


    dotingly coaxing, "Then how about I make it up to you tonight?"


    "How? You have to be careful in first three months. And I can''t have sex with you."


    Lyra''s eyes shed with cunning, and her tone was seductive to the extreme, "Just because you can''t


    sleep me, it doesn''t mean you can''t have it. I can use this!"


    She put her long and slender hand in front of his eyes.


    Malcolm immediately understood!


    After a pleasant hour, Malcolm unloaded his hostility and was refreshed by Lyra''s reassurance.


    Being satisfied, he walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner.


    After a big fight, their rtionship was not affected too much because of Lyra''s timely appeasement.


    Especially Malcolm, who received a smallpensation, was extremely happy.


    When they had the dinner, Lyra remembered what happened during the day at the opening ceremony


    and asked in a straight way.


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    "Today Irene said that someone visited her in the prison before. And that person''s appearance seemed


    to be unexpected to her, so you should ask someone to check her visitation records in recent months


    when you have time."


    Malcolm''s expression immediately became serious.


    "It''s been checked and there''s no record of any visits to Irene."


    Lyra stopped eating, "Why? So that means Irene is lying?"


    He shook his head, "She should not be lying. People have high military ranks have the privilege of


    secret visits. So this is not recorded, but because of this, the scope of the investigation is narrowed.


    And currently, there are only five people in the country can have this right."


    Lyra listened intently and pondered carefully.


    Malcolm immediately served her the food into her te, "You can eat first. I''ll tell you about this."


    "Great."


    "The five are Shane, Collin, Kase Hutchinson, Gilbert Deleon and I. Of these, Gilbert Deleon has not


    been back to Suham for most of the year and has been doing business at border. Basically, he''s ruled


    out."


    "And Collin and I, there''s no way we would do something like that to hurt you, so I''ve asked Chad to


    focus a thorough investigation on Shane and Kase Hutchinson. I''m sure it won''t be long before we get


    results."


    Lyra frowned and analyzed, "Kase Hutchinson and I don''t know each other well. I don''t think he''s very


    likely either, as for Shane ... what do you think?"