Chapter 650 Malcolm is still shy
Malcolm was very aggrieved, "I don''t. I really don''t..."
Lyra didn''t intend to let him go, "Don''t you want to exin the stuff between you and Charlotte?"
...
Can he tell the truth?
He was afraid he would be beaten when they went back to the hotel.
Malcolm was silent and exined after considering about it, "yton had passed away when I agreed
to be engaged to her. There was no need to worry about that risk anymore."
Lyra nodded thoughtfully, "You think the Freeman family is already safe, so even if she gets married
with you, she doesn''t have to worry about the death of Melvin. In the end, you still love her, right? After
you divorced with me resolutely, you engaged with her."
Her expression was calm and her voice was calm too, but he could sense her chill.
He couldn''t really get away with it.
He was in the wrong.
"I didn''t love her but I''ve always loved you. I just didn''t see my mind clearly and announced to be
engaged with her. She came to the vi in the middle of the night in a heavy rain, and talked about the
life-saving kindness to me. I weighed it and just agreed."
"Babe..."
He whispered softly, grabbed Lyra''s palm and rubbed it lightly.
And it seemed that he was fawning.
Lyra withdrew her hand, took a few steps forward, ced the two bouquets of white flowers in front of
Melvin''s tombstone, and said coldly, "This was all happening in the past. It has nothing to do with me."
Malcolm leaned over, observed her side look, and asked, "Are you angry?"
"No."
"You''re. I can see you''re not happy."
Lyra didn''t answer him but bowed slowly three times to Melvin''s tombstone,pletely ignoring him
who was desperate.
Malcolm: "I am wrong. I know Charlotte tried to murder you many times before. Although she has paid
the price now and is dead, I did defend her. If you''re angry, just vent it on me."
He grabbed Lyra''s hand and put it on his face, looking like a punchbag admitting punishment.
Lyra nced at him and said seriously, "I''m really angry."
"Then punish me. I am willing to submit to your punishment in my life."
Lyra smirked, and said evilly, "Then I will beat you. Are you scared?"
Malcolm''s jawline stiffened. He swallowed slightly and nodded, "Yes."
Seeing his determined expression, Lyra held back a smile, stepped closer, and whispered, "Then what
if... I ask for immediate punishment?"
Malcolm had always been calm but was panic now, "Now, now? Right here?"
Lyra stared at him sternly. She didn''t confirm or deny, and didn''t seem to joke with him.
Malcolm held his breath and looked around the uninhabited cemetery. His always deep dark eyes were
at a loss for a moment.
Would he really be beaten in a ce like this??
That was too weird...
His face was pale. He was struggling psychologically, and even his back was stiff.
Lyra saw that he was really thinking about this question, andughed, "What a fool! Let''s go."
Patting his head, Lyra took his hand and pulled him away from the Frayton cemetery.
Malcolm looked down and looked at her hand that held him tightly.
She was willing to take the initiative to lead him out. It seemed that she was no longer angry and
deliberately made fun of him.
He bent over. His arms passed through Lyra''s knees, and he firmly carried her up.
Lyra suddenly lost bnce and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, "Why? Disying
our affection in front of so many tombstones? What''s wrong with you?"
Malcolm said righteously, "This is not disying affection. It''s just a daily life with my wife. I don''t want
you to walk too much in high heels. Your feet will hurt. I have to take you back in person, so that you
can see if I have changed sincerely."
Lyra smirked and whispered close to his ear, "Just a hug is too simple for you. And I can''t feel your
sincerity."
As Malcolm walked forward, he felt she was about to have a bad idea again judging from her
expression, and his arms that held her were a little stiff.
"Do you think what should I do?"
"You should..." Lyra leaned close to his ear. Her warm breath sprayed at the base of his ear, and she
said a few explicit words very intimately.
Malcolm''s ears turned red. He struggled for a while before he asked miserably, "Do you really want to
do this?"
Lyra pursed her lips and smiled, "I really can''t tell you''re still shy after we married?"
Of course he still had sense of shame.
*
Taking the luxury car all the way back to the hotel, Malcolm''s arms were numb, and the thought of
Lyra''s bad idea just then made his heart beat faster.
When entering the hotel''s elevator, Lyra patted his firm buttocks like a flirting.
"You''re almost thirty. Still reserved in front of me? I remember when you made mistakes before, you
were quite proactive."
Malcolm stared at her and asked, "Do you think I''m old? Yes, I''m five years older than you, and I''m not
as young as the young trainees in Angle Group."
Being unwilling, he grabbed Lyra''s waist and hugged her.
His voice was seductive.
"However,pared to those young trainees, I have more experiences and know how to take good
care of you. Moreover, my physical strength is better than them. I will make you satisfied."
Lyra was about tough out loud and pushed away his face, "Don''t tter yourself."
Ding-
They arrived at the floor where their room was located.
Malcolm held his breath and was ready to stand the trial.
The two went back to the big bed in the presidential suite one after the other, and Malcolm stripped
himself.
His delicate and attractive corbone, sexy abs and strong thighs...
The room was full of the smell of his male hormones.
Malcolm got down to the edge of the bed.
"Beat me up. You''ll be on top."
Lyra walked over and patted his buttocks, which felt very good.
...
Before lunch, Lyra beat his buttocks, leaving pink color on it.
The curtains of the presidential suite were closed, and the room was dark, obscuring all sweet voices.
Lyra was tired after sex, and Malcolm put her in his arms to sleep, gently massaging her lower back
from time to time with his big palms.
Lyra was like azy cat, cuddling in Malcolm''s arms without reservation and sleeping soundly.
Malcolm stared at her sleeping face, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of her nose against with his.
"It seems you have neglected to exercise. It ispletely iparable to me. In the future, let me
serve you."
His dark eyes were filled with sweet tenderness, and he kissed Lyra''s forehead, lips, cheeks, chin
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domineeringly...
Like a stamp, it invaded every inch of Lyra''s skin.
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Lyra , who was half asleep, pped him in the forehead directly and gently.
"Stop that. I''m recovering."
Malcolm, who wanted to kiss his wife wholeheartedly, didn''t know what to say. Not even a single kiss
was allowed.