The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

It seemed he was tired enough last night, so he was in a very deep sleep.

Lyra stared at him for a moment.

Seeing the slightly puffy marks on his left cheek and the blood at the corners of his mouth, she thought he looked miserable, not much better than her.

Although she had ran out of strength last night and could not remember what happened afterwards, Melvin should not have done anything to her according to the current situation.

She pursed the corners of her mouth, and suddenly tasted a hint of sweetness. It was glucose?

He was the one who drugged her, and pretended to be a good guy?

Oh.

The chill in Lyra's eyes was cold and piercing.

Was he hosting a self-directed show for her? Just wait for it!

She got out of the tub and gingerly exited the bathroom, not waking him up.

...

Melvin was awakened by a sharp pain in his back.

He leaned against the side of the tub in this position, which almost dislocated his arms .

Last night, he was so busy helping Lyra get her fever down that he forgot to apply the medicine on himself. He also accidentally hit the sharp corner of the bed, so he guessed his back was even more swollen.

He sighed, sat up and realized that the person in the tub was gone!

When did she wake up?

He didn't know anything about it. It seemed that 023, a special drug, did reduce his acuity quite a bit.

He got up and walked over to the sink, cleaned the blood off the corner of his mouth in the mirror, and went downstairs to find Lyra.

In the living room, the atmosphere was extremely grim.

Lyra sat on the sofa with her arms folded in front of her chest and a cold face.

behind the sofa in a disciplined manner, with the same dark expression

soon as Melvin came downstairs, he saw this man-eating

pace and stood in

glowered at him, but

the lady asked you to make coffee. You did make

in the tray and brought it to you. That is a fact. I don't deny it, but the fact

posed a smile slightly, which

so convincing about such two

but still wanted to try again, "Last night I said I

Lyra chuckled.

the next day you suspected it was me. Did you give me a chance to

it was an insurmountable

pursed his thin

this time, and you were the first one to rush in after I accidentally ingested it, so you dare say you had nothing to do

if this year-long agreement is too much for you, I can give you a fair chance to compete so that you can maybe

her expression suddenly turned cold and stern, "But you like to use this kind of underhanded means, then

and smiled miserably, "What do you

"It's easy."

raised her hand. Seventeen immediately brought a cup of warm

by Fiona when you went to the Freeman Manor. Now there are two packets of sugar left on the table from your room.

brows and looked down at the packets on the

I'll believe you're just an accomplice. Or you're being kept in the dark and are being used

your pick, Mr.

words at the end

stood still and kept staring at her, trying to find other

was

Didn't he deserve

the coffee table, took the two packets of sugar

open both packets, poured them into the warm water and shook it

"Mr. Freeman, you!"

he actually drank both packs, his face changed

half a cup of coffee with the drug, but she reacted

drank a whole cup of water.

50% chance of getting the right one! What a inconsiderate man he

I respect Mr.