After divorce I am a billionaire

The night was getting late.

The light in Keith's villa study was still on.

Keith took a refreshing shower, was wrapped in a bathrobe and walked slowly upstairs to see Melissa who was doing her homework in the study.

He opened the door to his study gently and glanced inside behind the desk.

A certain lazy cat named Melissa was sleeping on her desk.

Being speechless, he pushed the door in and walked in without intentionally hiding the sound of his footsteps.

But Melissa, who was asleep, was not alert at all and did not wake up at all.

He cleared his throat before waking Melissa, who was sleeping and unaware.

Melissa rubbed her sleepy eyes slightly and looked up at Keith, "Why are you up here? | haven't finished reading it yet. There's still ..." she flipped through the exams materials in front of her, "there's still up to ten paragraphs left. I'll be good and go to bed.” Keith knew she was being perfunctory, and said with his bass voice, "Melissa, are you that afraid to share a bed with me? | told you | would never try to touch you until you agreed. Just cuddle and sleep. Can you believe me?" Melissa didn't say anything.

The director of the orphanage often taught that men's words cannot be trustworthy.

What did he mean only sleeping on a bed and doing nothing? Once they were really lying on that bed, he would be bestial. What if he could not control himself? Keith was hurt, "Melissa, we're an unmarried couple. You still won't accept me even now?" Melissa replied dryly, "No Mr. Keith, you go to sleep. I'm really reading. I'll definitely go to my room when I'm done." Keith did not know what to say.

He bent down and took the materials on the table in front of Melissa, and casually flipped through a few pages.

"Last night you also said that you were reading in the study. | came in and saw that you were sleeping. You ended up with these dozen pages to read by heart?" RETIN Melissa was wording while Keith continued, "Some time ago you said that you do not think you are suitable for the acting industry. I help you drop out. You said you want to study. This is something you have never imagined. In the future, you want to be a professor. | also support you. And | searched up all the latest and most comprehensive materials, but do you seriously read afew?" Melissa looked up at him and retorted righteously, "Of course | have carefully read it, but | have a poor foundation. This year | may not be able to pass the exam, maybe next year. As for tonight, | just really did not sleep, just a little nap.” Keith did not want to listen to her to do these unnecessary sophistry. Her memory was back four years ago, Melissa was childish, simple and heartless now, just like a little child needing education.

He sighed. If he let her go on like this, he was afraid it was impossible to control.

Thinking of these, he said with his bass voice, "Melissa, in my place, there is no such thing as passing the exam next year. Since you have made the exam a goal, you must pass it this year. From now on, | will come back from work to tutor you and spot check your recitation. If you get it wrong, there is a penalty.” Melissa blinked with some fear, "What penalty?" Keith choked.

Selfishly, he wanted to punish her, certainly pressed her into bed and do it all night, so that she could not get out of bed the next day with weak legs.

However, if he said so, for Melissa, who was now young, will only think that he was a pervert and a devil and will stay away from him even more.

So, he changed the idea of punishment.

"Then how about a sample for you from tonight to see what you've been studying all night?" Melissa nervously bit her lips and said, "Then can you let me read it again? | got up from a nap and feel dazed. My mind is blank at this moment. If you want to check it, | guess | can't answer a word." Looking at her pitiful and innocent expression, Keith softened his tone very much.

"Since it is the first time, | will let you read it again. Half an hour after | will come up on time to check on it. If there are too many mistakes, you have to be mentally prepared to accept the punishment.” "Okay, | know you are doing it for my own good. I'll do a good job of memorizing in the half hour." Melissa nodded with determination, and she quickly plunged into concentrating on memorizing the exam materials.

* At the same time, Lyre Spiti was dark.

Malcolm slept straight through the night.

He was awakened by a small, subtle movement next to him.

He opened his eyes. A small figure was sleeping next to him, but this figure was very strange. It had been constantly trembling and struggling.

He lifted the blanket suspiciously. The lamp was gotten away. He could only get out of bed and turn on the light.

In the bedroom, when the overhead light was turned on, he got a good look at the large bed.

Lyra's eyes were scarlet and bloodthirsty, and her expression was hideous like a small beast.

As expected, there was another attack.

However, he came closer to see her and completely lifted the blanket off. He noticed Lyra's hands and feet were bound by heavy handcuffs and ankle cuffs.

Because of the intense struggle, the wrists and feet were worn with blood marks.

The smear of blood stung Malcolm's eyes, "Lyra, you're too stupid to want to hurt me. You shouldn't hurt yourself in that way." Lyra, who was frenzied on the bed, still tried to struggle and seemed completely impervious to the intense pain that would come from her wrists and feet.

Not only that, she put a towel in her mouth to prevent tearing and yelling.

Malcolm watched in silence for a while and was heartbroken beyond words.

If he let her sustain it on her own like this, how long will it last before she ran out of energy.

He couldn't look away and decisively walked up, picked up Lyra's handcuffs and tried to open them.

But, when being closer to his eyes, he noticed that Lyra was clutching a note in her hand.

He took the note out and read it carefully.

It said, [No uncuffing me or my anklets. Tomorrow when I'm sober, I'll strip you naked and examine you carefully.

If you get a new injury, | don't want you any more. I'll take advantage of your inattention and run to the ends of the earth where you'll never find me and make you regret it for the rest of your life.

| do what | say. If you dare to challenge my authority, just try it.] Malcolm's eyes were red and his face was frozen.

Rara was so hard on herself to stop hurting him.

But he ... did not dare to bet.

He was afraid of Rara's departure.

After several minutes of agonizing, Lyra, who had the manic onset, had the intensified signs of struggle. Despite the gag, her whimpers would still come from her throat.

It seemed like a poor little beast in bondage, who was crying out in sorrow.

Malcolm clenched his palm and looked at her for a while with red eyes. He was unable to resist for several times.

She did not make him a sandbag to let her vent out, so that he watched her torment. This was a kind of torture and pain on his mind.

He asked with a shaky voice, "Honey, why are you so stupid? If you don't want me, don't you want Spencer and Momo? They are still so young. Surely you won't abandon them and leave them alone, right?"