The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 141 A conversation beyond understanding

Melvin keenly noticed that he was sighing, "Eleven, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Eleven hesitated for two seconds, "Mr. Freeman, go in by yourself. I won't go in."

"Okay."

Melvin didn't delay and went straight upstairs.

As soon as the door was opened, the grim atmosphere hit him, more harsh than the rain outside.

He subconsciously held his breath, raised his eyes and crashed into the cold and stern eyes.

"Lyra, it's already eight o'clock in the evening. Are you hungry? Is it because there is too much

pressure on both sides of the company lately? And you encountered something bothering you?" Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

His tone was gentle, with a hint of fluke.

Lyra waved at him with a fake smile, "Come here. Get closer."

Melvin dutifully walked over to her and stood beside her.

Without waiting for him to crouch down, Lyra grabbed his white shirt and lifted it off hard, exposing his

waist wrapped by bandages.

Melvin was severely shocked, "Lyra, you ..."

Lyra did not listen to him at all, viciously ripped the thick bandages and tore them off.

There was no new injury on the waist except for a very long scar mark.

She sneered and mocked, "You were injured yesterday, and today your wound has scabbed? I don't

know you still have the natural ability to heal yourself!"

That was a good point ...

Melvin's heart lurched.

Chad the son of bitch put forward the bad idea. He said for sure it can not hide Lyra for a long time ...

Lyra said she hated cheating, and this time he was caught in the act!

He instantly knelt down at Lyra's feet and said in a pleasing and somewhat pathetic tone, "Lyra, I was

wrong. I didn't mean to lie to you ..."

In the past when he had this tone of voice, Lyra was too lazy to unmask him, although she knew he

was putting on a show.

Seeing him still being like this today, she only felt disgusted, and the anger in her heart was almost

burning her sanity.

She eased her emotions and asked in a cold voice, "You used the back injury to trick me, just to get her

out of the way?"

Melvin froze.

She did know so quickly about him getting Garrett out of the way ...

"You know all about it. ..."

Since he was caught, Melvin didn't intend to hide it, "I'm sorry. I just don't think that's good enough for

you."

So generous to admit it?

He admitted that it really was a lie to her all this time.

"What do you mean not good enough me?" Lyra clenched her palm to suppress the anger in her heart

and sneered, "Melvin, you're funny. Are you trying to say the person is not worthy of a lesson from me

personally? So you're going to send her away, far away, to a place where I can never see her and hide

her?"

Melvin always found her statement odd.

But again, he can't say exactly what was strange, because he did mean it.

Lyra saw him muffled and asked, suppressing her anger, "Where is the man?"

Melvin still didn't say anything.

The person were sent by Chad on a random export vessel to a country that nobody knew.

He shook his head honestly.

He thought he was telling the truth, but Lyra didn't think so.

Silence was reticence resistance!

Lyra was patient for the last time, looking down at the man kneeling straight at her feet, "Melvin, you

know me. I don't care how much you hide. Whether you have the ability to control people outside, but

as long as you are still in this villa for one day, you are my servant. You should listen to me. Even

disobedient pets will be punished, let alone you. What do you think?"

She raised her chin. Her eyes were cold as if she was really looking at a disobedient pet.

"I'll ask you again, people, where is it!"

Melvin looked up and looked at her.

Noticing her icy stare, he suddenly became extremely upset in his heart.

Did she mean that she'll punish him for what happened to Garrett?

So, did she really like Garrett?

Melvin felt a sharp and dull pain in his heart.

"I don't know!" He looked at her very seriously with his red eyes, "You like him so much that you're

going to punish me for what he did? I just sent him away. I didn't hurt him!"

Lyra laughed at that.

It was the first time for her to see such a shameless person, and he continued to pretend in front of

her?

"Melvin, it's obvious that you like this person, right!? Acting in front of me for so long, don't you feel

disgusted?"

What the hell?

Melvin was almost dizzy with her.

How could he possibly like Garrett? Was he out of his mind!?

"I only like women! And this woman is in front of me. I do like you! Which of the things I've done all this

time are not genuine and sincere? Can't you see that?"

He was clearly on his knees looking up at Lyra, but when he yelled the words, his aura was stern and

unconvincing.

Lyra simply admired his ability to bullshit.

She didn't have the patience to continue listening to him, got up and walked to the window.

The rain outside the window was still falling heavily, and the clattering sound hitting the eaves and slate

was very loud.

As noisy as him in the room yakking.

She lowered her eyes, and the anger in her heart could no longer be restrained, "This rain tonight is

really beautiful. Since you insist on not wanting to say, go to the garden and kneel to enjoy the rain. I'll

wait when you want to tell the truth before you get up."

"What?!"

Melvin gasped. As he knelt in the garden, all the bodyguards would see.

Was this her way of trampling on his dignity for Garrett's sake?

Lyra numbly looked at the window that was divided by raindrops with a crack, "You still remember that

Fiona wrongly accused me of stealing jewelry before, right? Although Sheila formally pay this debt, she

just knelt for less than half an hour. The time difference is too huge, so you have to continue. It will

make up the length of time."

Melvin had always been apologetic about this matter.

"Okay."

He held his knees and stood up, "But I'm kneeling because I owe you. The Freeman family owes you,

so I'm paying you back. Not because I think I am wrong, and even if I had to do it again, I'd still send

him away just the same."

This statement pushed Lyra's anger to the extreme.

She stormed, "Get out and kneel!"

Melvin straightened his back and walked out with determination.

Lyra just stood by the window and watched.

Melvin walked to the spot in front of her window in the garden and knelt down on the green slab without

hesitation. His suit was straight and his face was unassuming.

Heavy rain mixed with cold wind, plus his whole body was wet. Each time when the rain fell on his

shoulders and head, he felt painful as hard as being beaten by a whip.

He struggled to lift his head and look at the third floor window. His long, curly eyelashes stuck with a

patch of water droplets, confusing his vision a bit.

Lyra's window was lit and she was standing under it.

Because of the backlight, Melvin could not see her face, but could keenly feel that she was also looking

at him. Her gaze was cold without a trace of temperature, even colder than the rain when winter was

about to set in.

He accepted her punishment. So was this matter can be turned over later?

Can they ever go back to that harmony like they did before last night?

Melvin was bored with kneeling, with his mind wandering.

The pain in the knees stung and both legs were turning stiff after kneeling for not too long. Melvin

unconsciously collapsed the shoulders, and bent down a little bit.

The Green slab was not smooth but his knees were like being stabbed by tens of thousands of steel

needles.

He suddenly remembered that this was how Lyra felt when she knelt down in front of the Freeman

family.

Did she feel the same helplessness and grievance at that time?