The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

If he refused any further, it was obvious that he would be suspected.

Melvin went to the kitchen with a cold face and brought out a new set of tableware.

Under Lyra's stare, he picked up a green vegetable, stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation. He chewed it twice with no expression, and then swallowed it.

The whole set of movements flowed smoothly.

Melvin: "It's just a very common green vegetable taste. Do you try it?"

Lyra held her chin in one hand, pointed at the dish with the other, "Take this plate and eat it all."

Melvin's face changed slightly, then he smiled, "You said that you are the master here. This is made for you. How can I eat it?"

Lyra didn't bother to talk to him, "If you don't eat I'll go call the bodyguards in and give you a hand."

"You!"

Melvin's dark eyes narrowed and he didn't shy away from staring at her, "Are you trying to overpower me with your power?"

She didn't deny it.

"That's right. When dealing with the disobedient little manservant, of course I have to take strong measures. Do you want to eat it yourself, or shall I have them come in and feed you?"

Again, it was a multiple choice with no choice.

Melvin's face darkened as she watched.

His pride and hostility were ground up four times in just a few hours in the afternoon by this woman in front of him!

Hateful! Damn it!

When Lyra stared at him, she smiled with her eyebrows arched, which was harmless, as if she didn't oppress him with power.

It appeared that his anger was too petty.

Rejection was not an option.

Melvin picked up his chopsticks again and went to pick up the plate of vegetables on the table, not even noticing that his arm was trembling slightly.

He held his breath and stuffed the dish into his mouth. It was really hard to swallow. His mouth was rejecting the strange taste.

In order to fix Lyra and relieve his anger, he almost put a heavy dose of all the seasoning that were not obvious in color.

He didn't expect that she was so wary. She did not even have a bite, and her smiling seemed to have seen through his acting?

He didn't give up, and still wanted to pretend to calmly taste the food, but when he just ate the cuisine, his stomach acid burst.

on, he ran to the kitchen and vomited

hands, admiring his endurance. He could

her with

was so

waste food.

empty now, but still couldn't help

but didn't want to

throat was on

not allowed to eat, but Lyra

after 9 o'clock and she did get a little

she can't

to cook a

Lyra had to take a new pot

noodles. The

by

there was

the day they first got married, would everything

at that

smiled to himself; if Lyra knew what

manservant who signed

he was thinking about it, Lyra had

was only one bowl, not

a drop left

was heartless enough and kept

was ready to go to the second

"Stand still."

"Come here, stand

grimaced and stood as

sure what she meant until the aroma of the noodles scurried

smelled good

ate well

standing like a doorman

of the aroma was very deadly. He just threw up, and his stomach was

it was tantamount to a torture to

then understood Lyra's intention of trying

looked at the man

you go to bed. You gotta clean up the way you left

got up

man's unusual white shirt ...

walked over, gently grabbing the shoulder of his shirt, which had a faint pink

Looked like blood?

clot from the ribs that accidentally stuck