After divorce I am a billionaire

Eleven couldn't answer, and Lyra didn't say anything else, "Forget it. Let's go and see what's wrong with him." After she casually cleared her desk, she drove to the hospital.

In the ward.

Melvin wrapped himself into a Swiss roll and buried his head into the quilt.

The nurse sighed, "Mr. Freeman, you are still feverish. Wrapping yourself in the blanket will not be able to breathe, and ... you need the injection!" No matter how much the medical staff and Eighteen tried to persuade him, the "Swiss roll" on the hospital bed was determined to ignore it.

Lyra teased as soon as she cin and saw the strange image.

"I'm afraid tomorrow's news will be that the former president of the Freeman group committed suicide for refusing to take an intravenous drip?" When Eighteen saw her coming, he respectfully called out to her, "Miss." Lyra responded with a slight nod and walked over to Melvin's bedside.

Not waiting for her to continue to say anything, the"Swiss roll" suddenly reached out a hand to grab her wrist.

Melvin peeked out from under the cover. Because of the fever, his dark eyes looked misty, without the usual domineering coldness, but a bit fragile and pathetic.

He stared at Lyra's face a few times to make sure he wasn't pulling the wrong person.

From now on, he will never mistake anyone again.

"Lyra, you're finally here. | woke up and didn't see you. | missed you ..." Because of the fever, his nasal voice was a little heavy and his voice sounded a little milky with a sappy tone.

The paramedics and Eighteen were dumbfound by what he just said.

He was still the man who was so hostile and fierce that he would eat them alive when the nurse touched him ten minutes ago? The change was too fast, right? Lyra was creeped out by his comment, "So soon your brain is burnt out? If your brain is broken, | can't use it anymore. Just throw it away." Melvin had no idea what to say now.

The emotions he had just prepared were now completely gone.

"Lyra, I'd like to speak to you alone for a moment." Lyra thought about it and did not refuse. When she looked at the nurse lady, she said to him, "First get the drip, otherwise no way." Melvin responded in a low voice with a post-nasal tone, "Okay." The nurse lady immediately went forward, but saw that he was clutching Lyra's wrist, and she could not give the drip.

Lyra noticed it too and frowned, "Let go. How are you going to get a drip like that?" Without speaking, Melvin decisively took the other hand out and his right hand was still clutching Lyra's wrist tightly.

In the basement, he was tortured by that drug until he was in a trance.

When the basement door opened and the light shone in, his only thought was to grab the figure he had lost, but no matter how hard he tried, the distance that seemed so close to him never seemed to be touched.

It was a taste that made him more desperate than the torture of the drug.

Now that he was sober and finally re-captured her, he was definitely not going to let go! He was thinking about it when he felt a force pushing his hand away.

It was Lyra.

The nurse had finished the injection and Lyra let everyone out.

Seeing Melvin's hand gripping her wrist so hard that her skin was about to turn purple, she wrinkled her eyebrows, "You're hurting me. | won't leave until I'm done talking to you. But if you keep holding on, I'll leave immediately.” Melvin hesitated, was defeated by the gaze of her cold eyes, and finally withdrew his hand.

Lyra sat down on the chair in front of the bed and went straight to the point. Her tone was flat, "Melvin, you are proud. That is apparent. But | don't understand why you were so decisive when you agreed to sign the agreement? Is it really just to pay off the debt? Is it worth it to get yourself into such a mess and humiliation?" Melvin raised his eyes to see hers.

"Once you lovedso much and gave everything wholeheartedly for me, but | didn't cherish. Now, I finally recognize my own heart. | also experienced what you had encountered, only to know how bitter you were in your heart.” He paused. His black eyes were full of earnest, "Lyra, | know I'm cheap. | said a lot of hurtful words before. In the future, you can scoldevery day to vent your anger. | will never retort. | owe you, even if it's just a word, | pay you back! Can you giveone last chance, okay?" To scold him every day to vent my anger? He was really not in his right mind and liked to get scolded? Lyra's face was cold, and she told him what was in her heart for the first time, "From the beginning of the divorce, | thought | would be just a stranger to you, but your mother, your sister and your fiancee won't letgo. And you sent Fred to killfor Charlotte, so why do you think | have to give you a chance? Give the Freeman family a chance?" Melvin's pupils were slightly dilated, "Wait, what did you say ..." Send Fred to kill her? When did this happen? Lyra ignored his question and continued.

"Now you are just my servant in my eyes. When this one-year agreement expires, | will let you go forever. And we will not owe each other, and go our own way in the future.” Won't owe each other? Melvin's eyes lit up with joy, "You mean as long as | pay off this year's debt, our past can be turned over. And I'll have a chance to start over with you?" Lyra sneered.

"I really don't know why you always pretend to love me, but on the morning when | went to get the divorce papers with you, your chances had run out. Now you are pretending to be in love with me. Don't you think it's ridiculous?" After saying that, she got up, turned her head and was about to leave.

"Don't go!" Melvin lunged forward in a hurry. He was too weak. Because of inertia, he fell to the ground as he wanted to grab her wrist again.

His knees knocked to the ground with a thud, and it hurt when just hearing the sound.

Melvin felt so painful that his facial features crinkled. He couldn't say a word and it took a few seconds before he re-raises his face.

"I'm the one who was blind. You stayed in the Freeman family for three years and marriedfor three years. | didn't even recognize you as the girl who saved my life on Pinewood Street. It's my fault. | repent. You don't forgive me. | admit it. But you just said | asked Fred to kill you. | swear | absolutely did not!" Lyra sneered. He was always acting in front of her lately. This tit was the most persistent, but also the most fake one! "Saving you at first was just my little effort. | didn't even put it on my mind, and, if | knew at the tthat the boy in the car would be you, | probably would have killed you. So this kind of false kindness, you do not need to put in mind at all." After she finished, she unceremoniously broke Melvin's hand.

Before leaving, she finally gave him a threat, "Obediently lying in the hospital to recuperate. If you refuse to take the medicine, you will be responsible for the consequences!” Just as Lyra left, a man dressed as a physician entered the room.

Seeing Melvin sitting on the floor with the drip falling off, the man rushed forward to help him.

"Boss, it's me!" The man removed his mask. It was Chad.

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