The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 231 She used to treat him badly?

Chad hastily slapped his face to stop himself from imagining.

This was the first time he followed Miss Lyra alone. Maybe that was her character, and he should trust

her feelings for his boss!

However, he should never let his boss know these details!

In the bedroom.

Lyra gently wandered the sharp part of the dagger over Travis' face, moving all the way down his neck

and finally stopping at his heart.

Travis was shuddering. He was terrified that the dagger would pierce his skin in the next second.

There was some kind of weird and eerie aura in this room, which overwhelmed him.

Seeing that he was so scared, Lyra sneered, "It's just a dagger and you're scared like this. You're just a

weakling and dare to fight with my Mel?"

Travis seemed to be stimulated by what she said so his fear was reduced a lot.

Because he knew in his heart that Lyra would not dare and could not kill him in the White Manor.

Seeing that he calmed down a bit, Lyra guessed what he was probably thinking, "That's right. I'm not

going to kill you. I'm more of a tormentor and slow abuser, so I'm just here to collect some interest

today."

"Because of you, Mel is still on the operating table this moment. You don't deserve to leisurely lie in bed

and sleep. I want you awake, feel ten times more painful than him!"

She was ruthless, and the tip of the dagger gently advanced into Travis' heart, but was extremely

measured in not piercing his heart.

Blood instantly gurgled out, staining the snow-white bathrobe at Travis' chest, and his face went wan

with pain.

"Don't worry. The injury is not enough to kill you immediately."

Lyra collected the dagger and took out a packet of powder to show to Travis.

"This is itching powder. I will sprinkle it all over your body. When you itch unbearably, your muscles will

twitch. The blood in your whole body will flow faster and the blood from the wound will keep flowing. I

just don't know if you will lose too much blood and die. Let's try?"

In her innocent tone, she said this extremely vicious.

Travis looked at the powder in her hand in horror and kept shaking his head, mumbling something.

Lyra's face was cold and she didn't talk to him, directly sprinkling the powder all over his body, starting

from his neck, mercilessly.

There were certain places that were not convenient for her to spread the powder, so she called Chad

in.

Chad gave her a thumbs up in admiration and was scared when he learned that she was also going to

sprinkle between Travis's legs in front and behind

This way was really ruthless!

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In the hospital.

The bullet was finally removed from Malcolm's heart after several hours of surgery. Fortunately, the

bullet was two inches out of position and did not hit his heart.

But still, because of too much blood loss, his body was very weak and he still needed to recuperate, so

he was transferred to a normal ward.

"Rara ..."

He woke up drowsily from the anesthetic. His voice was hoarse and weak and he was subconsciously

looking around.

The clean and white ward was empty.

There was no Lyra whom he was thinking about, or even anyone else. It was just himself lying in a

hospital bed.

The air was filled with the loneliness and desolation.

The anesthetic still lasted, but he felt a pain in his heart. It was so painful that he can not breathe.

Lyra said she would wait for him and would listen to his explanation.

She wouldn't lie to him!

Bearing the dizziness, he ignored the bandages that had just been wrapped around his heart, and sat

up to get out of bed. His feet were weak, and he could only barely hold on to the wall and move little by

little to the door of the ward.

Outside the corridor, it was quiet and peaceful.

Except for him, it was empty and unoccupied, only the cold wind blowing every now and then to his

miserable and pallid face, which caused stabbing pain to him.

His eyes were red and he felt his chest suffocating. The intense sadness strangled him.

The intense pain in the chest was a hundred times more painful than when pierced by a bullet.

"Rara ..."

Where was she?

Did she still not want to forgive him?

He wanted to go to Lyra, but because he had used up all his strength to get out of the ward, he was

weak and feeble, and could only lean against the door.

The obsession of seeing Lyra kept him trying to maintain the last bit of sobriety.

A nurse on duty who was passing by saw him and turned pale with fear. She ran over to help him, "Oh

my God, Mr. Malcolm, why are you out of bed? You've just had surgery. You can't get cold. Go inside!"

Malcolm avoided her hand from touching and asked weakly, "Where's Miss Lloyd?"

"Miss Lloyd left a long time ago. This is already early in the morning. She should not come over. Your

health is important. It is better to go in first!"

Malcolm was suffocating with difficulty.

She was gone.

She really did not forgive him and did not want to listen to his explanation ...

There was salty flavor rising in his throat, and the empty corridor echoed with his painful cough.

The nurse felt bad, "Mr. Malcolm ..."

"Please get out!"

He glared over coldly and hostilely. Although he was sick, his eyes were fierce enough to scare the

nurse.

The nurse was too stunned to speak again and ran away.

He was left alone in the silent corridor. His whole body was weak and unable to stand, so he could only

lean against the door, slowly crouch down and helplessly huddled in the doorway.

Rara.

He didn't believe she was so cruel. He was not going anywhere.

...

Lyra finished dealing with Travis and left Chad there to take care of the aftermath, while she

immediately went back to the hospital.

However, just out of the elevator, she saw the man huddled in the doorway of the ward in the corridor

from a long distance away.

The poor and helpless frail figure stabbed her heart with a fierce pain.

She almost instantly ran wildly over to him and helped him into her arms. She softly scolded him, "Why

did you come out? You can't bear the cold wind just after the surgery!"

Malcolm wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. The joy of losing and regaining was making his

nostrils tingle and his dark eyes moisturized.

"I knew ...you'll come ..."

Lyra's heart ached even more.

Originally, she could not bear to see him alone in the operating room suffering, taking advantage of this

gap to help him fix Travis out of anger. She did not expect him to come out early.

"Sorry, it was an oversight on my part, but I didn't leave. Well, don't stand outside. Go in first."

Malcolm wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin gently on her shoulder, refusing to let

go.

Lyra wanted to break his hands. Thinking that he had injuries, she was afraid to hurt him and didn't

know what to do, feeling a little helpless.

"I said I won't leave, but you didn't listen, did you? Then I'm really leaving?"

It was just a joke, but Malcolm turned pale and immediately let go of her, bending his knees to get

down on his knees.

Lyra saw his movement and helped him up quickly. The heartbroken feeling almost suffocated her.

She can make him extremely frightened with one word, and he had to kneel down and ask for

forgiveness in every time. Was it because her previous attitude towards him was too bad? That was

why he felt so insecure?

He was in power of White family. How can he put himself so lowly ...

In fact, before she arrived at the hospital, Malcolm had been up for most of an hour alone, suffering

from exhaustion and self-doubt.

Now that he saw her, he can't wait to hold his whole heart out and prove it to her.

Lyra held back her tears, sighed helplessly and said, following his previous tone of coaxing her, "I'm not

angry. I'm not leaving, so go back to the bed and lie down. I'll listen to you explain to me, okay?"