Chapter 633 The first time of helping bathe, and Micah''s beaten


    Malcolm became even sullener, and pushed Micah forward, "Take your fiancee away. She''s entangled


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    with my wife."


    Micah sighed, and could only help Abigail with kind words, "Abigail, listen to me. Let''s go back to the


    room to sleep. Rara ...she has a husband. She can''t sleep with you."


    Abigail frowned and hugged Lyra tightly. Her whole body seemed to stick to her, unable to pull away.


    Micah was hopeless.


    Malcolm suppressed his anger. Thinking that she was Micah''s fiancee, he didn''t drag her away


    personally.


    Lyraforted Abigail who was in her arms, and looked at Malcolm and Micah helplessly, "Honey,


    Micah, how about you...letting Abigail sleep with me tonight? You two share the room one night?"


    "No!"


    Malcolm and Micah looked at each other, and refused very firmly.


    Were they going to sleep together?


    That was so weird.


    Moreover, this trip was to enhance the rtionship of the couple, not brotherhood.


    "I can only sleep with Rara. I can''t sleep with others. Rara, you don''t want me to have dark circles


    under my eyes tomorrow, right?"


    Micah nodded and said, "I also will have insomnia."


    It would be a torture all night for them both.


    Just thinking about it made them feel embarrassed madly.


    "But Abigail she..." Lyra looked at Abigail who was in her arms in embarrassment.


    Abigail was really drunk and blushed.


    On the daytime, because of Micah''s low EQ, she always held back her anger and finally vented it off


    with alcohol.


    Malcolm red at Micah, "Hurry up and get your fiancee away. If you can''t do it, I''ll do it. I don''t feel pity


    for other women. If I hurt her, don''t me me."


    He had threatened him like this. How could Micah let him touch his future wife?


    "Won''t bother you. I''ll take her back myself."


    Micah leaned in again and tried to force Lyra and Abigail apart.


    "Abigail, listen, you''re too drunk. I''ll take you back to take a shower first. When we''re done, I''ll bring you


    over to Lyra, okay?"


    Lyra said hurriedly, "Yes, yes, take a shower first. Thene overter. We will sleep together and


    chat with you all night."


    Only then did Abigail let go of her hands, and was helped by Micah into his arms.


    Micah nced at the Lyra and Malcolm separately, looked serious, opened his mouth, but said nothing


    in the end.


    He bent down and picked up Abigail, and went back to the hotel room.


    "Lyra, when I''m done taking a shower. Remember to sleep with me."


    "Definitely." Lyra responded casually.


    Micah quickly closed the door, shutting out all the noise.


    Malcolm was still upset.


    This Abigail actually wanted to rob his wife.


    Lyra rubbed his irritated face, smiled and coaxed, "Okay, honey, it''s veryte. Let''s go back to take a


    shower and sleep."


    Malcolm followed her gloomily. Until he entered the room, he said in a low voice, " Rara, you went too


    far to think about sleeping with Abigail and leaving me to Micah."


    Lyra tutted in embarrassment, "No, it''s just an assumption. Just asking. I didn''t mean so."


    She walked to the bathroom, intending to take a bath and get rid of the alcohol smell on her body.


    As she just took two steps forwards, Malcolm grabbed her wrist suddenly, and a strong force pulled her


    back to his thick and strong chest.


    Lyra was stunned for a moment. Her whole body was spinning and Malcolm quickly pressed her


    against the wall.


    "Honey?"


    Malcolm lowered his head. The tip of his nose was close to hers, and the warm breath mixed with the


    aroma of wine sprayed on her face, causing a flush of burning.


    "What are you doing? Let''s take a shower quickly."


    Lyra could sense something on him and tried to get out of his shackles.


    However, she was pressed firmly.


    Malcolm came close to her ear and said in a hoarse and sultry voice, "You''re bad. I will punish my your


    waist after taking a showerter."


    His big palms went down and wander around Lyra''s lower back.


    Even the intertwined breath was extremely lustful.


    Lyra gave up, "At the first day of Teprax, you can do whatever you want."


    Her eyes were charming, and she raised her eyebrows temptingly, "How is it? I won''t fuss about it. Am I


    generous?"


    Malcolm picked her up decisively and walked to the bathroom, "You''re the best."


    *


    Hotel room next door.


    Micah sat by the bed and waited for a long time but didn''t see Abigaile out.


    The sound of water rushing in the bathroom was constant, but there was no other sound except it.


    Being a little worried, he walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it.


    "Abigail, are you ready? Can Ie in?"


    Although they had sex before, they had not bathed together before, and the time since they were


    engaged was not too long.


    Knock knock.


    "Abigail, can you hear me?"


    There was no response in the bathroom, and what responded to him was the continuous sound of the


    water.


    He suddenly had a premonition, immediately opened the bathroom door and rushed in to check on her.


    Abigail didn''t even take off her skirt, just sat on the toilet lid and fell asleep on the table.


    Micah walked over, touched her face gently, and called her softly, "Abigail?"


    There was no response. She was sleeping deeply.


    Micah had to do take the heavy responsibility and help her bath.


    He prepared the water in the bathtub. After testing the temperature of the water, he took off her clothes


    and carefully put her into the water to help her scrub and wash, without a word ofint.


    When washing, the warm water in the bath wasfortable, but there were always droplets that


    sshed on Abigail''s face.


    Abigail narrowed her eyes dazedly.


    Before she waspletely sober, she vaguely saw a man beside the bathtub, wiping her chest and


    taking advantage of her recklessly.


    She waved her hand and pped Micah on the forehead, "Pervert!? Where are you touching! Get out


    of here!"


    "Ah!"


    Micah rubbed his forehead confusingly, and the hair on his forehead was wet by the water droplets


    sshed by Abigail. And his hairs kept dripping water continuously.


    "Abigail, I''m not a pervert. I''m Micah, your fiancé."


    Abigail beat him and seemed to be exhausted by that. Tilting her head, she fell asleep soon again


    groggily.


    Micahughed and shook his head, "You always look like an able woman outside. If you know about


    being drunk tonight, you''ll be ashamed and want to hide yourself. I help you bathe, and you beat me."


    He sighed and continued to help her, "Forget it. I''m the one who take the me first in the emotional


    matters, and it''s reasonable you beat me when you''re drunk."


    Abigail breathed smoothly and slept soundly. She smelt good and his skin became pink when she was


    drunk.


    It was very tempting.


    Micah tried his best to restrain himself and calmly helped her take a bath.


    In order to divert his attention, he could only murmur to himself, "I know I am stupid and don''t know


    express myself. I will learn a lot from Malcolm during this trip."


    "As long as it is what you want, I will do my best to satisfy you."


    "Can you... stop sulking?"