After divorce I am a billionaire

After blowing out the smoke ring, he licked his teeth lightly, and deliberately raised his handseyebrows at Lyra.

His appearance was a bit flirtatious, but also extremely provocative.

His face was full of fearlessness as if he had not been beaten for a long time.

Very infuriating! More infuriating than Anthony! He was such an extremely arrogant man, but his hands trembled so much that he could barely hold the cigarette.

It was his first tto provoke his wife by smoking like this. He was afraid, nervous, and forced himself not to be frightened.

Lyra stared at him from a distance, expressionless.

She looked at him several more times, sneered, and turned to go to a small outhouse.

She didn't even say a word to him.

Malcolm was speechless.

There was no particular reaction, let alone anger.

A sense of loss cone after another. He slumped his shoulders, and pursed his slightly bitter lips.

Like a peacock spreading its tail, no one appreciated the pain and sadness after that.

After two minutes of decay, the door of the small outhouse opened again.

With a squeak, Malcolm quickly straightened his back, pretended to be nonchalant, and continued to smoke.

He deliberately turned sideways so that Lyra could clearly see his movements of breathing smoke from behind.

His jawline was extremely sharp under the moonlight, and his profile was extremely handsunder the lingering smoke.

He even raised his chin slightly so that Lyra could clearly see his Adam's apple.

With the action of smoking, his Adam's apple was extremely sexy and sensual, and it was a sultry and unbeatable style.

But this time, Lyra, who cout of the house, didn't even look at him.

By glancing at her, Malcolm watched her enter the house without looking away.

With a bang, the door closed.

That was totally in vain.

She didn't want to talk to him at all.

His eyes were red, his fingers holding the cigarette were cold, and his face turned pale inch by inch. He so wronged.

Seeing him smoking, his wife didn't react at all...

She didn't even bother to give him a look.

If she remembered him, Lyra would never be so tolerant of smoking.

Because of Spencer's disease, his heart was not good congenitally, and his respiratory tract was not well. Letting the kid inhale second-hand smoke will aggravate the condition.

Therefore, no smoking was an order in the family law, and it was also Lyra's limit.

Recently he smoked, one after another, and puffed with enjoyment in front of Lyra.

Lyra's only sneer just now was just like mocking a peacock that opened its tail to court.

Amnesia? So what happened to those moves tonight? Anthony might not see it, but he couldn't be wrong.

Distraught for a moment, Malcolm burned the whole cigarette unconsciously.

He raised his boots, crushed the cigarette butts, opened the pack of cigarette, picked up one from it, and lit it.

Keep smoking.

The buzzing sound of the lighter was quite obvious in the quiet late night.

Malcolm was not reconciled.

He had an urge to smoke the entire pack that Chad had left, betting that Lyra still cared about him.

But when the second one was almost finished, he gave up.

Even if Lyra really didn't remember him, if she regained her memory in the future and mentioned his brilliant record of daring to smoke a whole pack of cigarettes a night, sooner or later she will have to settle the score, and she will probably find a way to beat him to death.

Even if he died, the thick whip might not even break.

He can't take this bet. That was terrible.

Reluctantly putting the pack of cigarette back into his pocket, he stamped out the second cigarette, returned to the house with a bored look, closed the wooden door, and returned to the floor in the living room.

Chad had already slept out of order, and occupied the entire floor, not even a corner left.

The whole room was filled with his comfortable snoring.

Scowling, Malcolm lightly kicked him on the leg.

No response, he was sleeping like a dead pig.

The anger in Malcolm's heart was burning violently.

Chad dared to sleep so soundly that he completely forgot the rules of NIB that he could only sleep lightly when performing tasks.

He really wanted to beat Chad, but he was afraid of waking up other people, so he could only slowly squat down, reach out and pinch the soft flesh on the inner side of Chad's arm.

"Ahh!" Chad was dreaming, but he was suddenly woken up by the pain in his arm.

He blinked sleepily, rubbed his poor arm, and stared innocently at Malcolm's dark face.

"Bro?" Did he make a mistake? Malcolm opened his mouth, wanted to reprimand, but finally just sighed, "Sleep farther away. You're taking my place." "Oh! Sorry!" Chad quickly moved back, shrunk to the edge of the cold quilt, and gave Malcolm three-quarters of the place on the floor.

Malcolm took off his coat, put it on the quilt, and lay down slowly.

Chad was lying on his side, and his long legs curled up in coldness. Staring at Malcolm's face, he was still rubbing his pinched arm and afraid to sleep.

After waking up, he knew why Malcolm was pinching him. He was performing a mission, and it was unclear whether there was any danger around him. He actually fell asleep. That was too careless.

"Bro, | was wrong." He apologized softly under the quilt.

Malcolm said "hmm" with a blank expression on his face, "Don't get close toto hugagain. You will be at your own risk." "Understood..." Chad moved back again, far away from Malcolm, and half of his back was almost out of the quilt.

He huddled neatly at the edge of the quilt, closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

His hands and feet were getting colder and colder, and he was shivering. In a daze, he still unconsciously leaned over to Malcolm's arm to keep warm.

Malcolm was upset, frowned, and endured it.

He didn't scold Chad, but he was more daring, groping and getting closer, sleeping with his head against him.

"Want to die?" Gnashing, Malcolm said so.

In a murderous aura, he was terribly fierce.

Chad held his breath in horror, hesitated for a moment, and boldly put his arms around him, with a heroic look on his face.

"Bro, just hug you for a while. It's too cold. It won't happen again.” "When we get back, you punishas you please.” "Whip, board, stick, cane... You can use anything to beat me, as long as you don't kill me." Malcolm didn't move and his body froze in response.

Chad swallowed nervously. Seeing that he didn't object, he put his legs up again, and hugged him like an octopus.

Since he was picked up by Malcolm from the border at the age of ten, and had been with Malcolm for almost twenty years, this was the first the can sleep with Malcolm in his arms.

Before meeting Keira, Malcolm was his only relative.

To be able to rest with Malcolm in his arms for a night like this, even if he was dragged to the White family's hall and beaten to death, it would be worth it.

The bed was warm and Chad slept soundly.

Like a most loyal dog by his master, he fell asleep comfortably.

The snoring started again.

Malcolm exhaled heavily, glanced down at Chad who hugged his body, turned his face to the other side in disgust, and complained coldly, "What's wrong with you?" He was too lazy to move, kept lying flat, and then closed his eyes to rest.

Nothing happened all night, and they slept until dawn.

The rooster in the yard crowed for the second tat six o'clock in the morning.

Lucie got up quietly.

She was eeding chickens, picking vegetables, washing vegetables, and cooking, which were all very killed for her.

Malcolm only slept for four hours when he was awakened by the sound of cooking in the kitchen.

He felt his chest was compressed and it was difficult to breathe.

That was so weighty.

He slowly opened his eyes. Chad was still hugging him, so he kept this position all night.

He was getting insatiable by hugging him like this.

Malcolm's anger gradually rose, and the already bad mood was like adding fuel to the fire, and he found an outlet.

He took Chad's leg away, rolled over by the arm, and kicked his ass hard.

"Ouch!" Chad rolled around on the floor and woke up.

Clutching his back sadly, he woke up completely, and looked at Malcolm with a bitter look.

"Bro?" What's wrong? Malcolm sat up solemnly, and ordered in a deep voice, "Go for a two-kilometer morning run, immediately." "What?" Malcolm showed no expression, and started to count down the seconds ruthlessly, "Three." Before he could count to two, Chad turned over and got up, hurriedly put on his shoes. Before he even had tto put on his coat, he ran out with the clothes and disappeared in a flash.

Malcolm watched his disappearing back, sneered and shook his head, rubbing half of his arm that was numb by Chad. He got up and dressed, and cleaned the floor meticulously.

In a few minutes, he folded the quilts in a neat manner and placed them on the wooden sofa.

Ten minutes or so later.

Lyra got up too.

Her long hair was gracefully gathered to one side, and she was combing her hair with a comb.

She walked out of the room slowly, and successfully saw Malcolm sitting on a low stool outside the door smoking a cigarette again.

It was the third one. His craving for tobacco was really strong.