The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 183

His heart ached like a twinge, and the suffocating feeling in his chest was overwhelming so much that he can barely breathe.

What did he need to do to win her heart back ...?

Lyra turned her head, brought a footstool over from beside the small sofa in the room, and sat across from him with a serious look.

"To give you the antidote is not to force the release of the agreement. I just thought you always got hurt lately. Because of 023, the pain will be amplified. You saved me this time and I help you to release the severe pain. It’s also considered to returning the favor."

Melvin stared at her steadily, not answering.

Lyra went on to explain, "About the employment agreement, since it was settled last time and I still have your recorded promise in my phone, I won't mention it again."

This meant that she was not as defensive as she was at the beginning?

Did this mean that everything he'd done lately had brought him one step closer to her?

"Aren't you afraid if you give me the antidote, you won't be able to beat me in the future. And I will bully you and hurt you?"

Lyra smiled enchantingly.

She asked a rhetorical question, "Will you?"

Melvin also smiled gently, and replied firmly, "I won't."

Lyra, however, suddenly narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were turned upwards in an evil way, "So you're not afraid what I give you is not an antidote to 023, but a more potent and torturous drug?"

"You won't."

And even if she would really be so cruel, he would not hesitate to inject as long as it was her request.

"Yes, I won't, so this is the real antidote. And it's in your hands now, so you inject it yourself." Lyra's tone was light.

Now?

Melvin looked down at the box in his hand.

He will have almost reached the limit of his strength, and his body was incomparably off.

If the injection was given now, Lyra, with her savvy, would have noticed that something was wrong with his body.

She didn't like to owe favors. If she knew it wasn't acid that night at the bar, but the S404 bio-virus, she would feel guilty, right?

But, guilt was not love after all ...

He didn't say anything and didn't move.

"What? Are you really afraid I'll fix you?"

Melvin shook his head. His low voice was weak, "I injected it last time, this time ... you help me, okay?"

He handed her the black and gold box. And his words were with a hint of petulance.

Lyra didn't answer but stared at his eyes.

He added, "Just one last time."

Lyra took it, but saw that he didn't mean to undress. He leaned back and lay back in the recliner.

"What are you doing? Take off your clothes. I’ll inject your arm."

Melvin tilted his head sideways, revealing his pale paper-like neck. His sensual Adam's apple was bobbing in his throat, "Jugular vein is OK."

Lyra looked askance at him. She was not ambiguous and directly injected the drug into him. Her force was considerable.

To get a shot in the jugular vein was quite painful.

But Melvin just frowned lightly, with no extra expression.

The thumb-long bottle that contained the drug was injected in within ten seconds.

Lyra tossed it into the trash, and turned back to find Melvin motionless. He was watching the sunset again.

He always let her feels he was lazy and had not much spirit.

Lyra always felt that something was wrong with him and was about to continue asking questions when Melvin took the lead, "Lyra, if I die, will you remember me for the rest of your life?"

His voice was light and careless.

"No."

Lyra raised her eyebrows and snickered, "When you die, I'll forget you quickly and move on with my life. But, it is said that scourge lasts many years. I am afraid that a man as bad as you will not die for a while."

Melvin laughed lightly, and the complaining tone was flooded with faint spoiling, "You're really a ... merciless bad woman."

What was even more ridiculous was that he liked her being bad, her ruthlessness and her everything.