The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 267 Rara, do you still love me

Chad paused and did not continue for he saw Malcolm's brows furrowed instantly, and his dark eyes

were bleak.

"I gave you a gag order about the virus in my body. Remember, don't tell her a word!"

"Yes."

Chad was worried, "But boss, even if you can hide it now, she'll have to suddenly accept the news of

your death in five months. She'll be the most distressed."

"I know. Let me think about it again."

Malcolm lowered his eyes, looking dejected. His eyelashes fluttered as if to hide something.

Chad knew that he was the most torn and sad one at this moment.

It was late at night, and Chad exited the room to get some rest in another lab room.

It was quiet late at night.

The banana tree outside the window was blown by the wind, and soon it drizzled.

Malcolm tilted his head, looking at the rain beads on the window glass as if absorbed in thought. His

deep and proud face became dull and pale, with complex look.

The phone rang with a message.

Malcolm unlocked it and saw that it was a message from Lyra.

[Mel, did you sleep well at border?]

[I heard the UV rays are very strong there. Will you come back with bronzed skin? Ha-ha, can I call you

bronzed Mel from now on?]

Malcolm laughed by this message.

He could see how delicate Lyra's little face would be if she said that in front of him.

He wanted to hug her so much and never let go of her hand again in his life ...

On the phone screen, Lyra sent him another message.

[Are you asleep already? Is it inconvenient to return messages over there?]

[No, there's no signal, right? Then I'll leave you alone, good night!

After this message, Lyra's dialog box never popped up again.

His long and bony fingers gently stroked the phone screen with Lyra's texts.

A drop tear slid uncontrollably down from the corner of his eye, silently trickling into his short hair at the

temples, disappearing without a trace.

Suddenly, there came a sharp twinge of pain at his heart.

The pain was so great that all his limbs were shaking uncontrollably.

Malcolm curled up on the bed. The beads of sweat densely covered on the tip of his nose. His hand

that gripped his heart and the veins bulged.

With each breath, he winced with pain.

The heart-rending cramps continued uninterruptedly, and the pain was getting greater.

It was so painful that he couldn't control his whimper, and his trembling hand tried to press the warning

device on the bedside table. Because he didn't have much strength in his body, his whole body fell off

the bed.

The loud noise alerted Jimmy from next door.

Jimmy rushed to come here. As he pushed open the door, he was scared out of shit.

"Oh my god, Malcolm! I told you to pay attention to control your emotion. Be less excited and less sad.

Angina can be deadly painful!"

As Jimmy was ranting, he quickly found the pills and put them in Malcolm's mouth.

It took time for the pills to take full effect, so Jimmy had to get Malcolm into bed and tuck him in.

After guarding him for a few more hours until he fell asleep from exhaustion, Jimmy was relieved.

...

Lyra also lost sleep this night.

She looked at the overhead light on the ceiling and suddenly remembered that the last time Malcolm

went on a mission, he was almost shot in the heart and bled a lot.

This time he went to the border. She heard it was chaotic over there and there some savages.

However, Malcolm was not returning her messages, so she didn't know if he was hurt and if he had

finished the mission...

Thinking about it, she fell asleep unconsciously.

Because she didn't sleep well, she went to the office the next day with a pair of tired eyes.

She didn't expected that the man she missed suddenly came back tonight.

She ran upstairs lifting the hem of her skirt and abruptly pushed open the bedroom door.

Malcolm just sat on the bed and read a book in a focused manner.

When his slender knuckles turned the page, his movement was dignified and elegant.

Just leaning on the head of the bed, his face was still handsome enough to make her legs weak.

Hearing the movement at the door, he glanced sideways and his eyes looked tenderly at her. Then he

called her softly in a low voice, "Rara."

Lyra smiled as she sat on the bed. Then she straddled on his body, and cupped his handsome face

with both of her hands to get a closer look at his face.

"I can't believe you didn't get tanned after a trip to border. Your honey colored skin makes me want to

bite it!"

She gently bit two mouthfuls to his cold and thin lips. She was like a child who had gotten candy,

smiling badly.

"Mel, why didn't you tell me you're back early? If I didn't happen to see Chad standing at the door, I'm

afraid I wouldn't even know you're back now. Are you trying to surprise me?"

Malcolm had a faint smile on his face, hiding the weakness between his eyebrows.

"Yes, surprise."

Despite his best effort to conceal it, Lyra noticed that his mood was a bit low and his voice was sullen.

"Mel, is this trip to border not going well? Why do I feel as if you are not too happy?"

Malcolm pursed his lips and opened his arms to her.

Lyra understood and sat on his left side, with her head leaning on his shoulder. Her cold little hands

reached into his black robe and wandered restlessly around his warm and strong waist.

He froze and shivered gently, but did not move. He smiled in a spoiled way, indulging her to touch his

skin.

"I have an old employee at the top of White Corp. He has been in the corp for many years. And he has

dedicated his life to the Corp and he and his wife are very much in love ..."

His spoke softly with his magnetic voice and his expression was calm.

Lyra noticed that he seemed to have a lot to say tonight, so she quietly wrapped her arms around his

waist and raised her little face to listen carefully.

"Recently, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He had a few months left. He doesn't dare tell his

relatives, and he doesn't want his wife to know, so he wants me to help him out. But it's really hard to

make a choice when it comes to this kind of life and death thing."

Lyra listened to it and felt down gradually. She sighed with emotion, "They are so in love. If his wife

knows, she must be the most collapsed one. For this kind of life and death thing, the living one feels

the most painful."

Malcolm's back stiffened slightly. His long eyelashes fluttered, trying to hide his grief.

"Yes, those who are alive suffer the most."

Six months ago, Lyra was so sad because of his death.

Nothing was more painful than having had it once and losing it again.

If she was allowed to endure it again, she will surely break down, right?

Lyra didn't notice his low mood because she was also thinking about his accident six months ago.

Just thinking about it made her feel ill and she unconsciously got red in her eyes.

Her slender and fair arms wrapped tighter around Malcolm's strong waist.

"Fortunately, yesterday I went to the medical examination. My body is very healthy, so Mel, you have to

protect yourself. When you carry the mission, don't be injured again. We have a lot of time ahead."

Malcolm's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat lightly. His hands clenched tightly under the covers.

Lyra did have a lot of time ahead, but his time... was numbered.

His thin and wan lips opened and closed for several times before he mustered the courage to ask the

question he hadn't dared to ask before.

"Rara, do you ... still love me?"

He lowered his head and his dark eyes burned as he looked at Lyra who was in his arms.

Once he was afraid of this question.

He feared that Lyra's answer would freeze his whole heart.

It will make him who once put his life on the line and become worthless.

But this time.

Instead, he expected Lyra to say that she didn't love him anymore ...Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.