The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 190

This contentious gaze continued for several minutes.

Lyra was caught in the middle and looked the two men over separately.

Melvin, who was free from the effect of 023, seemed to be slightly more aggressive than Anthony, and his eyes were colder and more hostile.

She was a bit speechless.

They just met. She didn’t know what would happen next.

She coughed heavily to divert the attention of the two.

And she gestured Anthony to look to the dining room, and said in a soft voice, "Anthony look, the dishes are ready. I also prepared two bottles of good red wine. We have not dunk for a long time. Let's get hammered."

"Great."

Anthony withdrew his gaze from the competition with Melvin and looked at Lyra with tenderness, walking with her to the dining room and taking a seat.

"You’re so good. These dishes smell so good. I wasn't too hungry, but now I have a great appetite."

"As long as you like it."

Melvin remained standing in the stairs, watching their interaction.

Even though Lyra had told him in advance of the evening's plan, he always had a pain in his heart after seeing her smiling so happily in front of Anthony and calling him sweetly.

When will he have this kind of treatment?

The two in the dining room were talking and laughing, and no one even bothered to notice his face.

At the table, Lyra pursed her lips and smiled, and took the initiative to get the wine that was already awake on the table, to pour a glass of it for Anthony.

Anthony reached out and refused, "Since you have a servant here, he should play his part. Why work hard?"

Lyra's face froze and she quickly regained her smile.

She put down the wine and looked in the direction of the stairs.

"Melvin, come here."

Anthony was smug, sitting with a straight back. He seemed to have this habit for many years. He squinted his eyes, waiting for Melvin to come over to serve them wine.

Seeing that Melvin did come this way, he looked at Lyra's face and sounded slightly startled: "Lyra, there seems to be something dirty on your face. Let me wipe it for you."

Lyra sat unmoving.

Anthony looked affectionate, and those big palms reached tenderly for Lyra's face.

Without waiting to touch it, his wrist was tightly clutched by another pair of large palms.

Melvin face was grim, and he squeezed out a few words from his teeth, "Master Callahan, pay attention to your behavior. You should not touch her."

Anthony raised his eyes to meet his and sneered, "It's not your turn to tell me what I want to do."

The more he said, the heavier Anthony's tone became and the more he was about to shake off his hand in disgust.

Melvin's hand tightened, and when he looked at him, his eyes were very hostile.

Anthony tried to break free twice and was a little annoyed when he couldn't.

"Lyra, this is how he treats his master's family? How arrogant! This kind of poorly bred dog should be shot!"

Lyra was about to speak when Melvin snorted coldly, "My master is only Lyra. Who are you?"

The two men's eyes met again.

The atmosphere was grim.

Lyra held her forehead and sighed.

As long as Melvin was there, wherever she went she can always watch a battle between men.

She coughed heavily again, and her beautiful eyes glared warningly at Melvin.

"That's enough. Let go."

With this command, Melvin obediently let go.

But he stood between the two, standing still, like a moving camera watching Anthony if he had any excessive movements.

Anthony took out the tissues he carried with him and wiped his sleeves elegantly before speaking with slight displeasure.