After divorce I am a billionaire

The breeze blew in gently, and the silk curtains of the bedrooms floor-to-ceiling windows swayed with the wind, blurring the two figures who were having sex.

Lyra's cheeks were peachy, and she adjusted her breathing.

For more than ten days, they missed, worried, and cared about each other.

In the end, it all turned into the intimate behavior following Malcolm's siege.

Lyra's eyes were half-opened in a daze, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked Malcolm's Adam's apple, which was sweating a little bit.

The teeth marks that she caused in the morning still had shallow traces.

She was satisfied, and felt more and more that his love was too warm.

Once she had it, she was afraid of losing it.

Amnesia, serious injuries, and even death were unbearable in their lives.

"What are you thinking? Can you concentrate?" Her wrist was grabbed and raised above her head. Malcolm softly reprimanded her, and kissed her again.

In the middle of the afternoon, it was sunny outside.

Lyra felt dizzy and didn't know what tit was now.

Her low back was painful.

She didn't want to move at all.

Malcolm hugged her and went to the bathroom ...

She was dying and so tired that she can fall asleep.

Lyra regretted it.

His passionate love that she hadn't seen in the past ten days was too strong.

After taking a shower, Malcolm helped her dress, put on a windbreaker for her, and fastened the buttons meticulously.

"If you still feel too tired, take a good rest at hand we'll go to the lab tomorrow." With Jimmy taking care of those two little kids, there will be no major problems, and the most important thing was that he can't let his wife feel tired again.

"It's okay. I'll sleep in the lab later. It's the same.” Malcolm knew that she had decided herself, and since she said she would go, she would not change her mind easily, so he stopped trying to persuade her.

After changing his clothes, he carried up Lyra all the way downstairs, and they left Lyre Spiti.

Lyra wrapped her arms around his neck and asked in a low voice, "Why do you look so energetic? Are you not tired at all?" He pursed his lips and had a smile, "Do you think your husband, me, is very powerful now? Am | physically strong?" Lyra pinched the tips of his ears lightly, feeling a little suffocated.

"Next time, stop appropriately. Otherwise it will delay things too much.” Malcolm raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully, "You don't like it? But when we were in the bathroom just now, you still..." Ah, he can't say that! He can't! As soon as he mentioned it, she will think of those scenes that would make her blushing and heart beat fast ...

Lyra covered his mouth and gave him a fierce look, but her cheeks blushed silently, "You are so bold. Aren't you not afraid eavesdropping?" "What are you afraid of? Who can say comment on the private matters between us? But Rara, we have been married for five years, why are you still so shy?" As long as they knew what they did, Lyra thought there was no need to speak it out.

She changed the subject and asked, "Can you ask the chauffeur to drive for us?" Malcolm shook his head and refused, "No, I'll drive by myself." "Does your butt hurt when sitting?" Malcolm leaned over and kissed her lips, and his voice was charming, "Minor injury, | can bear it." Fine.

After all, it was his punishment for smoking two packs of cigarettes in ten days. Lyra didn't say much, and he carried her to the garage.

Half an hour later.

The two little kids who were looking forward to seeing their mother finally saw her.

Seeing Malcolm carrying Lyra into the ward, Spencer and Molly becexcited at the stime.

"Mommy~ | miss you so much!!" Molly cried and crawled out of bed. Her eyes turned red, and she ran to Lyra.

Because Spencer still had a infusion needle on the back of his hand, he could only sit on the bed, watching from a distance. And his little face couldn't hide his joy.

Seeing Molly running over, Malcolm gently put Lyra down.

Molly hugged Lyra's feet, moaning and sobbing, wiping tears while pursing her lips.

"Mommy, you're finally back. Spencer and | are really worried about you." She hugged her carefully, for fear of hurting Lyra. "Are you injured? Why did daddy hug you?" Lyra rubbed her little head, then turned her head and stared at Malcolm, "You can ask your daddy the reason.” Their sex before made her legs weak and her back sore, and she didn't even have the strength to bend over to hug Molly at the moment.

Molly looked at Malcolm in a daze, "What did you do to Mommy? She has been away from hfor many days. Did you bully her when she just cback?" Malcolm put his arms around Lyra's waist so that she could lean on him. Without much explanation, Malcolm just said, "Your mother is tired. You two should be good tonight. You have to undress yourself, take shower yourself, and sleep by yourself. Don't make too much trouble for your mother." "Well, okay..." Lyra was helped to sit beside the bed. She can barely walk normally, trying not to let her legs go weak.

Molly climbed onto the bed too, hugging her mother's arm,and clinging to her.

Only now did Spencer have a chance to get closer to his mother. He stretched out his right hand and leaned over to touch Lyra's face.

"I haven't seen you in ten days. Mom, you seem to have lost weight. Could it be that you didn't eat well outside?" Lyra smiled softly and nodded, "Your daddy's cooking skills are the best. After | cback this time, | will never leave again." Because he was the elder brother, Spencer's eyes were slightly red, and his mouth was pursed. It was a small gesture to suppress his emotions.

He hesitated, but in the end he couldn't help but ask, "Can I ... give you a hug?" Lyra chuckled, and unconsciously remembered the words, "Can... | you hug your waist" that Malcolm asked her in Lyre Spiti just now.

Their son was indeed the sas Malcolm.

When they were uncertain, they were always cautious.

She rubbed Spencer's little face dotingly, "Of course.” Spencer sat up from the bed, moved over a little bit, hugged Lyra, and stayed in her arms for a while.

As soon as they entered the room, the two kids were like small pendants on Lyra's body. Once they were attached, they couldn't be removed.

Malcolm watched from the side and shook his head and laughed.

When Lyra was away, he was a treasure to the two children, and when Lyra cback, he instantly beca useless person that could only stand aside.

Indulging the two kids who hugged Lyra for a while, Malcolm stopped them in a calm tone, "Okay, your mom is really tired. It's enough for you two to hug your mom for a while. Be good.” Although they were dissatisfied, the two kids still listened to Malcolm's words, obediently let go of Lyra, sat back, and tried not to tire their mother.

Lyra felt distressed for the two kids, and kissed each of them on the forehead.

"When you hug me, | will not feel tired, but like it very much.” The two little kids burst into smiles instantly, and leaned over to hug her again.

The scene of a mother and their children's tenderness by the hospital bed made Malcolm seem like a bad guy by his interruption just now.

Malcolm looked a little depressed, and always felt that in Lyra's eyes, the kids were more important than him.

Feeling inexplicably jealous in his heart, he knew he couldn't envy their children. Otherwise, he would easily quarrel with Lyra.

He suppressed the strangeness in his heart and looked at his watch.

It was getting late, and it was tto get down to business.

Before leaving, he asked again, "Spencer, take care of your mom. She will stay in the lab tonight to sleep with you two. Don't let her worry too much. Momo, if your mom wants to drink water or eat fruit later, help her take it, understand?” "Understood!" The two kids raised their heads and said in unison.

Knowing that Malcolm was leaving, Lyra turned her head and gave him a deep look, "Be careful. Don't overwork, and callif you're bored. No smoking."