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    Thinking resentfully, Lyra put Anne''s matter aside and went back to work.


    When she worked seriously, time always passed extra fast.


    Lyra was processing thest document to be signed when the rm on her phone went off.


    This was the rm clock she set in order to leave work half an hour early.


    Tonight she had a date with Malcolm to go to Grandpa''s vi for dinner and to see how Spencer and


    Momo were doing when they were taken care of at Grandpa''s home.


    Tonight if she had the onset again, ording to Malcolm''s idea, it can sessfully solve the injurious


    problem. She still hoped to pick up the babies as soon as possible. With them by her side, she would


    feel much at ease.


    She thought as she packed up in preparation for her shift.


    Coming out of the president''s office, she received a call from Malcolm before she even got into the


    elevator.


    "Honey, I''m already in the garage."


    "So soon?"


    Malcolmughed, "When I pick you up and bring you home, I naturally have to be active."


    Lyra''s heart felt sweet and she quickly went downstairs.


    In the underground parking lot, Malcolm leaned leisurely on the side of the car. His face was still


    handsome as ever.


    When he saw Lyraing, he opened the car door and held the roof edge with his hand as usual to


    prevent Lyra from identally bumping her head when she got in, and then bent down to help her put


    on her seat belt.


    Lyra took advantage of his proximity and gave him a delicate kiss on the cheek.


    "Honey, I am really close to being spoiled by you into a small waste. If I leave you in the future, I''m


    afraid I can''t even take care of myself."


    Malcolm lifted her cheek with one hand and kissed her on the lips, feeling her sweetness.


    "Then never leave me. My favor for you is unique and no one can take a single bit of you."


    Lyra asked reluctantly, "What about Momo? They say that daughters are the little lovers of their fathers


    in their past lives. Don''t you even spoil this sweet little lover?"


    Malcolm''s face did not change. His dark eyes were always drenched in honey-like sweetness when he


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    looked at Lyra.


    "Momo has a brother, so I''ll leave the task of spoiling her and taking care of her to Spencer in the


    future."


    The arrangement was very reasonable and Lyra nodded her head in satisfaction.


    The two were intimate for a while longer before Malcolm walked back around to the main driver,


    buckled up and drove properly.


    The limousine quickly pulled back to the White family''s garage, and Lyra was about to get out when


    Malcolm stepped around to the passenger side and opened the door for her, carrying her securely out


    of the car.


    In the sunset, Lyra was carried by Malcolm through the winding alleyways.


    She leaned close to Malcolm''s ear and whispered, "After all, we''re going to Grandpa''s vi for dinner,


    so it''s not good to disy our affection intimately, right?"


    Malcolm smiled, "Rara, don''t worry. Grandpa won''t care about that. I just want to spoil my wife. No one


    will say ''no''."


    He insisted on hugging, and Lyra had to let him do it.


    A few minutester, the two entered the old Mr. White''s yard.


    The old Mr. White learned that the two wereing over for dinner and waited early in front of the vi.


    Seeing the two appear in the garden, Charles pushed the old Mr. White''s wheelchair and slowly went


    over to greet them.


    "It''s so nice to have my dear grandson''s wife here."


    Seeing that Lyra was carried in by Malcolm, the old Mr. White and Charles had smiles of relief on their


    faces at the same time. They were happy to see their offspring in such a loving scene.


    "Malcolm is so considerate. My family grandson''s wife is made of pearls. It should be precious."


    The old Mr. White and Charlesughed loudly and happily at the same time.


    Malcolm agreed, "Grandpa, you''re right. It''s a blessing in my life to be married to Rara. I must spoil and


    love her for life."


    The old Mr. White and Charlesughed even more, and the whole garden was filled withughter.


    "Come on, go in and eat. What the kitchen prepared today is all what you love to eat. Lyra must eat


    more. Maybe I will see more great-grandchildren in my lifetime."


    Charles also said, "Everyone loves kids."


    In front of the elders, Lyra was a little embarrassed, "Grandpa, are you joking? It''s not my turn to make


    decisions. It depends on whether Mel gives it a go or not."


    Malcolm''s mouth twitched slightly at the corners as he was teased.


    He had no power. Lyra should be the most clear about that.


    However, Lyra''s current mania was not cured. This disease was easy to inherit to the child, when the


    pain and sadness still went for him and Rara.


    Malcolm had no such ideas in six months for the time being.


    He quickly changed the topic, "Well grandpa, I''m hungry. Let''s go in and eat."


    The family happily shifted positions and went to the dining room for dinner.


    After the meal, Lyra went to visit the babies.


    In thest two days, Spencer and Momo had been well taken care of by Grandpa and Sophia, and they


    seemed to have gained some weight. They were getting cuter and cuter.


    She lovingly joined Malcolm and coaxed the babies for a while.


    Seeing that it was gettingte and it was almost 9:30, it was close to the time when she might have an


    attack.


    Malcolm took Lyra and said goodbye to the old Mr. White and went back to Lyre Spiti.


    After being back at home, Lyra did not go upstairs at all but directly to the basement.


    The basement door was opened and Malcolm took her hand and wouldn''t let go. He was a little too


    distraught to shut her up.


    Lyra kissed him lightly on the thin lips to calm his uneasiness, "Don''t be afraid. Even if there is no


    movement in the first half of tonight, don''t open the door rashly. Everything will need to be waited until


    tomorrow morning. If unfortunately the onset urs again, proceed as originally nned."


    Malcolm nodded, "Don''t worry Rara. I''m not going anywhere. I''ll be in the basement to watch over you


    all night. Anytime when you call me, I''ll be there for you. I''ll always be there where you need me most."


    Lyra smiled, stroked his face, and reluctantly entered the basement.


    After being remodeled, the basement door was extra heavy and rattled noticeably when the door was


    closed.


    The door blocked the two, but not the distance they love each other deeply.


    Malcolm will lock the door, just stand quietly by the door, and did not sit on a chair.


    Sleeping under such a dark and ustrophobic space really hurt him.


    Like being punished for standing, his back straightened as he listened for any movement inside the


    door.


    He stood there for over two hours.


    Near 12 o''clock, the original quiet basement gradually came with the sound, and Lyra was hissing like


    fury.


    Sure enough, the onset came again.


    Malcolm clenched his fists and listened quietly at the door, praying that the little things set up inside


    would help Lyra vent and let her sleep early.


    He mused and kept looking at his watch to calcte the time.


    Previously, Rara was allowed to beat him with a belt, which took at least an hour or more each time.


    He wondered how long it will take to exhaust Lyra''s strength with this basement.


    In the basement, the crackling sound was very abrupt.


    With two hours passing, Lyra''s berserk state continued inside.


    Did this n fail?


    She can''t vent out?


    Malcolm was a little lost, and a painful scream came out of it unexpectedly.


    Did Rara identally hurt herself?


    His heart trembled and he was immediately about to unlock the basement door and go in to check on


    Lyra''s condition.