After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra got a little annoyed and knocked on the side of the bed, "After the punishment, and you can explain it all over again.” Malcolm felt suffocated, pursed his lips not to speak, and looked at her with hidden bitterness in his dark eyes.

She tapped the edge of the bed with the ruler, and reminded again coldly, "You have forgotten the fifty family instructions Micah gave you earlier again?" Malcolm, who was completely mute, struggled for a while, spread out the palm of his left hand and handed it over.

Lyra shook her head and was not satisfied, "Both hands." "Rara, | have to sign a contract at work tomorrow." If she hurt his right hand, he couldn't write well.

Lyra's face was expressionless and she was unswayed, as if to silently remind him that there was no negotiation.

Malcolm was stimulated by her look and handed his right hand over, getting in a rage.

Snap- The ruler came down at both of his hands directly for three times.

His broad palms instantly swelled with deep red bumps.

Malcolm endured the pain so that his face distorted. His fingertips slightly trembled, and he held his breath deeply. He felt more hurtful inside his heart.

Lyra stared down at him with red eyes and asked, "You haven't cared much for our babies since they were born. Malcolm, do you not like me anymore, or do you not like our babies?" He stood up abruptly and was surprised by her thoughts, "How can you think like that? It's because I've seen with my own eyes how much you've suffered for the babies during your pregnancy. I'm heartbroken and follow you in everything." He bit his lower lip and found his chest uncomfortable to the extreme.

"Rara, I'm the one who feels that since our babies were born, you don't care about me as much as you used to. I'm not as important in your heart as our babies. Now you're blaming me and punishing me for our babies. You don't care about my feelings atall." Lyra stared at him in shock, laughing in exasperation.

"What are you so jealous of with our babies? How old are they? A month old babies, without any ability to take care of themselves. They must need our undivided care. What exactly do you take your kids for? A love rival?" Malcolm lowered his eyes for a moment and went mute.

Lyra slammed the ruler into his hand three more times, with undiminished force. She sincerely wanted him to learn a lesson.

"Hiss ..." He furrowed his eyebrows. It was his first time to be beaten by the ruler while kneeling on the wash board.

His knees hurt and his hands also hurt. What was more, his heart hurt the most. He felt extremely aggrieved and got nowhere to vent, which made him uncomfortable.

"Rara, in my heart, nothing is more important than you. You are my first priority, but in your heart, our kids have surpassed me." "Whether you call me unreasonable or irrational, | accept it all.” He accepted it but it didn't mean that he would change it.

Lyra sighed, softened her tone and said, "Mel, you don't understand how hard pregnancy is. If it isn't for loving and caring for you, | won't be willing to have babies with you. I love and care about them because they are mine and yours." "Rich families always get eventful. Many rich kids in the world are kidnapped and stolen by their families business rivals. | am really panic, not to mention Lola before, so | have to be vigilant. It doesn't mean | don't pay attention to you anymore." Malcolm sighed with her and asked in a whisper, "Rara, you always feel like someone is coming to steal our babies. Is it postpartum anxiety?" Lyra lowered her head and swung the ruler again, striking him three times in quick succession.

But this time, it only hit his left palm.

She answered his question in a straight way, "Maybe a little, but you know there's such a thing as postpartum anxiety and you still piss me off. You ask for it!" After she finished her words, there was a muffled snap sound and she beat him more, which was heavier than the previous one.

Malcolm's left arm uncontrollably was retracted back and then was put back in place. The outer corners of his eyes turned red, and she explained.

"If I haven't spoiled and pampered you for those reasons, | won't be meekly reaching out for you to hit right now." "Rara, if you could just share a little bit more of your care for the babies with me, | will be satisfied." Lyra sighed once again, dropped the ruler and carefully cupped his palm, inspecting his injuries.

His left hand had been purple and swollen. She was distressed, caressed his hand with her fingertips, and kept exhaling cool air.

"Does it hurt?" When he was beaten by her, he thought it was just okay. Seeing her like this now, Malcolm's eyes were watery and the tip of his nose was also uncontrollably sour.

"You haven't hit me hard in a long time. Do you think it hurts?" Lyra regretted it, and hurriedly helped him up, took the bedside ointment to reduce swelling, and personally helped him apply medicine to his knees and hands.

When she was administering the medicine, she didn't forget to say seriously, "Mel, | hope you can keep in step with me about our babies in the future. Stop thinking nonsense and being jealous of our babies, okay?" Instead of answering her question, Malcolm asked, "Can | get a little reward to appease me for punishment tonight?" Lyra's hand, which was giving his palm medicine, paused and her arm was abruptly raised to hit him again.

She snickered softly, "I'm talking to you seriously! Is your brain filled with obscenities? Can't we talk properly? This is about the harmony of our lives after we have our kids!" Malcolm leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, smiling evilly: "You're all | can think about." Lyra was speechless.

Why did she feel that he was scolding her? Seeing that she was silent, Malcolm pressed his face against hers.

"Rara, since you are pregnant and have to recuperate, | haven't had sex with you for a long, long time. If | keep restraining myself, | will suffocate. Can you bear it?" With what he said, she indeed couldn't bear it.

She seriously pushed away his handsome face, "You want a small compensation, and it is not impossible. But in the future, no jealousy with our babies. About them, try to listen to me. You must be in step with me. Can you promise?" REST Facing with the temptation of being able to have sex with her soon, he did not hesitate at all.

The moment when Lyra finished helping with the medication, he pounced on her, like a wolf.

But Lyra said, "I did agree to have sex with you, but | didn't say it's today. | have to see how you behave later in the week. If you can really do it, a week later, you'll get what you want." It was still a week away? The lust in Malcolm's body was instantly doused and extinguished.

He rested his head into her arms, pressed against her flat belly, and spoke in a mournful tone, "Rara, you are so heartless ..." Lyra laughed, stroking his face and making up excuses.

"The doctor has said that despite the recuperation, the wounds of a normal birth are not always fully recovered. And I'm not allowed to have sex right now, so you have to wait." Okay.

Malcolm was deflated, since it was for the sake of Lyra's health, he could only force down his desire.

He took Lyra into his arms and held her tightly to sleep, which barely soothed his restless and turbulent heart.

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