The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 109

If he refused any further, it was obvious that he would be suspected.

Melvin went to the kitchen with a cold face and brought out a new set of tableware.

Under Lyra's stare, he picked up a green vegetable, stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation. He chewed it twice with no expression, and then swallowed it.

The whole set of movements flowed smoothly.

Melvin: "It's just a very common green vegetable taste. Do you try it?"

Lyra held her chin in one hand, pointed at the dish with the other, "Take this plate and eat it all."

Melvin's face changed slightly, then he smiled, "You said that you are the master here. This is made for you. How can I eat it?"

Lyra didn't bother to talk to him, "If you don't eat I'll go call the bodyguards in and give you a hand."

"You!"

Melvin's dark eyes narrowed and he didn't shy away from staring at her, "Are you trying to overpower me with your power?"

She didn't deny it.

"That's right. When dealing with the disobedient little manservant, of course I have to take strong measures. Do you want to eat it yourself, or shall I have them come in and feed you?"

Again, it was a multiple choice with no choice.

Melvin's face darkened as she watched.

His pride and hostility were ground up four times in just a few hours in the afternoon by this woman in front of him!

Hateful! Damn it!

When Lyra stared at him, she smiled with her eyebrows arched, which was harmless, as if she didn't oppress him with power.

It appeared that his anger was too petty.

Rejection was not an option.

Melvin picked up his chopsticks again and went to pick up the plate of vegetables on the table, not even noticing that his arm was trembling slightly.

He held his breath and stuffed the dish into his mouth. It was really hard to swallow. His mouth was rejecting the strange taste.

In order to fix Lyra and relieve his anger, he almost put a heavy dose of all the seasoning that were not obvious in color.

He didn't expect that she was so wary. She did not even have a bite, and her smiling seemed to have seen through his acting?

He didn't give up, and still wanted to pretend to calmly taste the food, but when he just ate the cuisine, his stomach acid burst.

Unable to hold on, he ran to the kitchen and vomited furiously.

Lyra laughed and clapped her hands, admiring his endurance. He could actually eat until the third bite before throwing up.

Trying to fix her with this little trick?

This man was so childish.

"Mr. Freeman, it's wrong to waste food. You are forbidden to eat tonight."

Melvin vomited and his stomach was empty now, but still couldn't help but keep vomiting.

He heard Lyra's words, but didn't want to pay attention to them.

The stomach acid was vomited out, and the throat was on fire. He didn't to eat either anyway.

He was not allowed to eat, but Lyra still had to.

After all this fuss, it was after 9 o'clock and she did get a little hungry.

With Melvin's cooking skills, she can't count on it tonight.

She chose to cook a simple bowl of noodles herself.

The pot on the stove top was burnt and Lyra had to take a new pot out of the cupboard.

Boil the water, drop the noodles. The action was done in one go.

Melvin just stood quietly by the door and watched.

Seeing her serious and unhurried back, there was a sudden moment of trance.

If time could start over from three years ago, the day they first got married, would everything be different?

If he did not agree to divorce her at that time, the ordinary life seemed to be good ...

His thoughts came to a screeching halt and he smiled to himself; if Lyra knew what he was thinking, given her character, she'd probably say, "Scum, are you worthy of a remarriage?"

A mere manservant who signed an agreement was indeed unworthy.

As he was thinking about it, Lyra had already made the fragrant spicy noodles.

There was only one bowl, not even extra broth.

Not a drop left in the pot.