After divorce I am a billionaire

Meanwhile in the hospital.

Melvin was lying on the bed and was also watching this live broadcast show on the TV, unconsciously curving his thin lips.

After so long, she finally figured out to announce one of her identities.

This was to tell everyone that even Keith and Cody can willingly give her a companionship.

Whether it was Ashley or Wesley, it was probably panicking in their hearts right now, desperately trying to dig up her true identity.

He smiled and was content to look at the stunning beauty who was talking on the TV, even if she would never look back and never consider remarrying him.

But in fact, living in such a calm and quiet way was also good.

Eighteen sat sideways in a nearby chair. His hands were holding his head and his elbows were on his knees. He was also concentrating on Lyra's stunning beauty.

"Miss is so pretty when she's serious about something!" But when he thought he had been forced to suspend, his face fell, "When Miss is fierce, she is really scary too! If only she could be so gentle all the time." Melvin originally appreciated himself very satisfyingly. Eighteen kept talking to himself, which made him a little annoyed.

He took the remote control from the bedside table and decisively pressed the switch off button.

Eighteen was still admiring his lady, but found that his own lady was blacked out in TV the next second ...

"Mr. Freeman, what are you doing?" Melvin did not speak and ignored him. His expression was a bit cold. With the sickness plus being injected with special drugs, his skin turned a bit sickly fair, implying that no one could approach him.

Eighteen looked at him. Was he...? "Mr. Freeman, you're not jealous because you seecomplimenting the lady, are you?" He had a cold face, "It's not good, so | don't want to watch it." Eighteen knew he was making excuses and kindly reminded him, "Mr. Freeman, to tell you the truth, since you have divorced the lady and are now her servant, you and she will never be able to get back together. So you should perish your thought.” Melvin's face instantly darkened.

Eighteen continued to say, "And, Miss and Mr. Frazier know each other since child. As for character, family, age or appearance, they are very suitable. So you just wait peacefully for the agreement to be expired. After that, you can still be the Mr. Freeman.

Isn't good? " "Garrett?" Melvin gritted his teeth and called his nonce.

If he was a man worthy of trust, it will be fine. But Melvin met with him twice, although each tthey disliked each other, he perceived from the language that this man was very considerate and thoughtful.

And he had compassion.

With Lyra's character, it was destined that Garrett may break her heart in the future.

How could he be comfortable leaving Lyra in the hands of such a man? "Mr. Freeman?" Eighteen saw him lost in thought and called out to him twice.

Melvin immediately lifted the blanket, rolled over and was about to get out of bed. Even the needle was directly pulled out of his arm.

"What are you doing?" Eighteen followed and stood up.

Melvin put on his shoes and walked out without looking back. "Discharge." said Melvin coldly.

"Huh? You've only been here a few days! Discharge is to be certified by the doctor for another review!" He hurriedly chased after them, but saw Melvin suddenly stop at the door of the ward.

When he approached, Melvin spread his hand towards him, "Phone, bringthe phone.” The reality television talent show was a great success, as Lyra's self-exposing caused the Angle Group's stock to soar, and it also garnered a wave of positive reviews.

In the evening, Lyra was chatting with Melissa in the background about the follow-up resources when her phone suddenly rang.

She looked down and saw that it was Eighteen.

What was Melvin up to again? Her originally high mood instantly dropped several degrees.

Calmly picking up the phone, the low voice on the other end of the line was the first to go up before she could make a sound.

"Lyra, it's me." Lyra was surprised but didn't bother to ask more, "What's wrong?" "I'm out of the hospital. To celebrate the success of your first show, I'll go back and make a big meal. I'll wait for you to come: back and eat together, okay?" He said it carefully with a fear of being rejected and a hint of anticipation.

Lyra felt it and was silent for two minutes.

During these two minutes, Melvin waited anxiously and his heart was beating fast, but he didn't say anything, giving her enough tto think.

"Not tonight. | have a celebration part.” She was about to put the phone down.

From the other end of the phone can anxious cry from the man, "Don’t you hang up! You ... are going to eat with Cody and Keith?" Lyra didn't lie: "Yes." "That..." Melvin hesitated, "Is Garrett going to be there?" "Yes." Her calm and cold word was like a depth charge thrown into the lake, making Melvin rather envious.

Melvin bit his thin, miserable and pale lips, and said in a pouty and somewhat ingratiating tone.

"Can you not go? | was not good at cooking before, but | will learn it well. Can you go back to Seaside Villa tonight ..." Lyra couldn't stand that tone of his voice.

"No, it's not negotiable.” Melvin's lips were bitten tightly, "If you don't cback, I'll hold a press conference tomorrow and tell the whole country that I'm yours!" Lyra laughed at that.

She had not seen such a idiot.

She reminded him seriously, "You're just my servant!" "The servant are your people too! Don't you dare deny it!" "Melvin!" Lyra was furious, and this yell startled Melissa, who was sitting next to her.

Hearing that she was really angry, Melvin was very abashed, "Sorry, | just want you to go back to Seaside Villa for a meal. Even if you think | don't deserve to eat with you, | can stand and watch you eat ..." Lyra held her forehead.

What was wrong with this person lately? He was so cheeky that had becbrazen as bold as brass.

She didn't bother to continue arguing with him and casually agreed, "I'll go back to Seaside Villa, but not until the celebration is over, which may be late." "It's okay, as late as you want. | can wait." Although he can't stop her from going to the celebration dinner, but at least there were others besides Garrett, so he guessed Garrett can't do anything.

After hanging up the phone, Melvin rushed off to get discharged from the hospital.

Because Eighteen's task was that he had to take care of Melvin until he recovered, he had no reason to follow back to Seaside Villa now that he was discharged, so he called Fifteen, Seventeen to pick him up. And he went hto accept the suspension.

Back to Seaside Villa.

Melvin almost immediately jumped into the kitchen to study the recipe. The vegetable and meat in the refrigerator were delivered every day, so except for the ingredients that were not popular, basically he would not worry what he wanted to cook.

It took nearly three hours for him to cook many tasty dishes, and he had tasted each dish beforehand to make sure it was the right amount of saltiness and other seasonings.

And because he didn't know exactly when Lyra would be back, he buttoned up each dish on a plate to avoid coolness.

After this was done, he sat on a couch and waited.

After waiting for two hours, the dishes slowly cooled. He heat them up again and continued to wait.

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