The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 125

Realizing that something was wrong, he opened the door and took a look.

There was no one in front of the computer.

"Lyra?"

Melvin's face changed and he walked in to check. The gasping was ... coming from under the table.

He lifted the tablecloth to see that Lyra had curled her entire body into the small space, and her face was abnormally flushed and red.

He squatted down and gently tested her neck with his hand and found that her whole body was hot as hell.

This status was ...

The coffee on the table was drunk by half, and the sugar packet that had been in the tray had been torn open. He thought of Fiona's abnormality when he visited her at the Freeman Manor a few hours ago, and instantly understood what was going on.

"Damn!"

He lifted Lyra out from under the table.

Feeling the cold body close to her comfortably, Lyra was driven by the drug and had a certain horny thought for the first time.

She tightened her arms around the man's neck. And his smell had turned her on.

Melvin carried her back to the bedroom. Feeling the restless movement of the person on top of him, he was afraid of hurting her, so he made his movement as gentle as possible.

"Lyra, just hold on a little longer. You'll be fine soon."

Hearing the familiar voice, Lyra braced herself for consciousness and lifted her eyes to look.

The moment she saw that it was Melvin, she was full of anger. Forcibly suppressing her resentment, she raised her hand and slapped him in his face.

She was drugged and the slap wasn't hard, but Melvin, who was about to head to the bathroom, was caught off guard.

Lyra struggled and slipped out of his hands, but her hands still clung to his lapels.

Two people suddenly lost balance and fell toward the ground.

Seeing that Lyra's head would hit the corner of the bed, Melvin didn't think twice and wrapped his arms around her neck, bringing her into his arms and using his back to land on the ground first.

"Uh, hiss ..."

His back hit the corner of the bed hard. The swelling on his back was not yet healed, so the pain made him stream with cold sweat and almost fainted on the spot.

It was too late to digest the sharp pain in the back. "Pop", there was another slap to his face.

It was Lyra who broke free from his arms and dragged his upper body which was leaning against the bed, to the floor, pressing her knees hard against his chest and clutching his collar by her hands.

When looking at him, her eyes were tinged with monstrous hatred for the first time.

"Melvin! You are despicable and shameless! Those words you said at night are really an act! You thought that by drugging me, I won't be able to control myself and let your nasty thoughts have their way? You're dreaming!"

"Lyra, calm down, this thing ..."

"Snap!"

Another slap to his face. This time, it was with all the strength Lyra had.

Her lust and anger intertwined, being about to burn her sanity.

Melvin was hit again and again, leading to a tinnitus in the ears and temporary dizziness in the brain. And the sharp pain from his back that was caused by hitting the corner of the bed had not yet eased.

He was in so much pain that his features tightened and he was just trying to take a breather when Lyra's hand that was clutched his collar was trembling. The murderous intention rose from her eyes

"Melvin, I want you to live like hell!"

Lyra let go of him, bracing herself to press the alarm beside the bed. Suddenly the desire in her heart came up again, and she was so uncomfortable that she cowered uncontrollably on the floor, shivering. There was a very bad voice in her heart clamoring to hunt this man down to satisfy her lust!

But she can't! Absolutely not!

She pressed her whole body against the floor, trying to awaken her consciousness with the coldness of the floor.

With the excruciating pain, Melvin braced himself and saw her bearing it alone on the floor.

If she didn't vent in time, she'll feel like dying!

Despite this, she was still reluctant to pounce on him to cure herself?

Her loathing for him had been so deep?

Melvin smiled miserably and walked towards her, trying to pick her up again.

"Don't touch me! I'll kill you!"

Melvin's hand froze for a second, but chose to pick her up decisively, "Okay, when the effect dissipates, you can do whatever you want."

Lyra had no strength to break free from his hands. Her brain was groggy and she can only let him carry her to the bathroom.

Melvin started by turning on the shower and filling the tub with cold water.

Afraid of the temperature difference was too great to withstand for her body, he gently and slowly put her into the bathtub. Because he can only use his hands to hold her gently down, he gritted his teeth and braced himself not to shake his hands. Until the water level line diffused over her collarbone, he retracted the already sore arms.

Lyra, lying in the bathtub, felt the coolness gradually wrapping around the whole body. And the randy fire went down a little. Her tightly knitted brows slowly stretched. Her body was so weak that he directly passed out.

Melvin just sat by the bath and guarded.

Remembering the night before the divorce, he had wrongly accused her of drugging him, and the next day he sneered at her.

He didn't expect the retribution to come so quickly, and now it was his turn to be wronged.

He smiled miserably.

With Lyra's character, he was afraid this won't be easy to let go when she was sober.

This was his retribution, right? He deserved it.

He stopped thinking and quietly looked at her sleeping face. The flushing on her face had not receded. Like being drunken, her delicate body immersed in water, which was a deadly temptation.

But Melvin was not the kind of man who would take advantage of a situation. He withdrew his gaze and was preoccupied to observe the state of Lyra.

Lyra's skin all over her body was still abnormally red and hot.

Soaking in cold water was too slow to take effect. This was not the way to go on.

Melvin got up and got out of the bathroom. He was looking for some medicines in the medical kit, but he almost turned the whole house over, and there was no diazepam tablets and glucose liquid.

He walked to the garden and shouted outside, "Eleven, Seventeen, Eighteen! Come out!"

A minute later, Eleven appeared out of nowhere and asked him, sleepy-eyed, "What are you shouting for? You're not sleeping in the middle of the night?"

"Why are you alone?"

"Seventeen, Eighteen sent Mr. Frazier back. I don't know what happened. They are not back yet. Twelve is in the Master Keith's house. Fifteen was assigned to go out to do something by the lady, so tonight is only me."

Because Lyra's self-defense skill itself was not bad, they were usually not on duty late at night. If there was an emergency, the lady would press the alarm.

Melvin was not ambiguous and got down to the business, "There is no diazepam tablets and glucose liquid at home. You need to go buy it back."

"It's the middle of the night, where do you want me to find them?"

"I don't care what method you use. Make sure you buy these two back as soon as possible! This is very important!" Melvin wrinkled his eyebrows, and his expression was very cautious.

Eleven saw that he was serious and anxious, and chose to believe him for a while.

About half an hour later, Eleven came back and handed him two kinds of medicine, "What is this medicine for? Clinics and small hospitals actually don't have them. I have to go to big hospitals, you ..."

Melvin took the medicine in his hand and darted straight up to the third floor.

After giving Lyra the dose, he was relieved and leaned over the tub to keep watch over her. After tossing about for most of the night, his strength was almost depleted and he fell asleep without realizing it.

...

By the time Lyra woke up in a daze, it was just after dawn.

The burning sensation on her body had completely receded and she opened her eyes only to find herself lying in the bathtub while Melvin was asleep leaning next to her.