The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 195

Melvin tilted his head to look at her and smiled in a pleasing way.

Lyra gave him a deep look.

Tonight he was really beatable. If she didn't beat him to cry, she can not endure this!

She reached out and spread it out in front of him, "The belt."

Melvin did not delay, unlocked the metal clasp immediately, handed her very obediently, and then turned his back to her.

Lyra folded the belt in half and raised it high, as if to whip towards the already wounded back.

But before the belt could be swung in her hand, her gaze unconsciously rested on the palm-sized burn on his back.

The injury was bright red, which was quite hideous. It was too conspicuous, so it was difficult not to notice it.

And the injury was caused when he protected her. Otherwise it was estimate that her face would get injured.

Thinking of this, Lyra felt complex. It was as if there was a mysterious force that clamped her wrist that she can not do it.

She sighed and was deflated suddenly, because she realized that she would actually start to feel sorry for him?

This feeling irritated her.

The three years in the Freeman Manor was like hell. She did not feel the slightest bit of warmth. After they divorced, she could see Melvin's change and sincere. And it was impossible that there was no feeling at all.

But!

She would never stick to the old path again!

If she didn't stop thinking about him, it was her who would get hurt in the end!

Her hand that was clutching the belt was trembling with tightness, as if she had made a great determination.

Gritting his teeth, the belt in her hand swung out viciously.

Snap!

A crunching sound.

Lyra avoided the wound in the middle of his back, imprinting a deep and red swelling that was two-finger wide on the smooth and tanned skin.

Melvin didn't move, didn't say a word and didn't even frown.

Except for the subconscious tensing of the muscles all over the body, it seemed that he did not know the pain.

Lyra looked at the red mark she had added and at the middle of his back subconsciously. That bloody wound was like burning her eyes.

Her heart was suddenly in turmoil, and she couldn't did it the second time no matter what.

"Put your clothes on and get out!"

She kicked him hard in the shoulder and threw the belt back at him, "Get out of here. I'm sleepy. I'll fix you tomorrow."

When she finished, she took the comforter to cover herself and turned her back to Melvin.

This kick caught Melvin off guard and staggered slightly.

He slowly fastened his belt and got up to get his shirt and suit from the table.

Because the bandages were removed, he just held the clothes in his hand to avoid getting dirty if he put on the clothes directly.

When he turned his head, he saw Lyra lying on her side on the bed with her back to him. She didn't even change her clothes. Did she look like she was going to sleep?

"Lyra, your coat is still on. It'll be uncomfortable to sleep like this."

Lyra ground her teeth, "I'm happy about it. Get lost!"

Melvin didn't move, standing beside her bed and gazing at her.

Lyra felt it. A surge of anger rushed straight to her head. She sat up. Her face was bulging with anger. She took a pillow next to her and threw it at Melvin.

"Get out!"

Melvin caught it and helped her put it on the table.

She then proceeded to take another pillow and threw it.

Melvin picked up again, with a gentle smile on his face.

Lyra was really angry. She took the tissue box, decorations, books and others on the bedside table to throw to him.