The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 170 Awaken from the dream

Anthony was really irritated by it.

He suppressed his inner frenzy and softened his tone.

"Lyra, I can do these too. I'm better looking than him. Wouldn't I please you more?"

Lyra picked Melvin's chin again and observed his features.

"You are good looking, but he is handsome, not the same."

Anthony's features were soft and delicate. A pair of blue eyes made him look more good-looking, more

beautiful than the beauty.

Melvin's eyes were dark and deep, and his features were handsome and extraordinary.

When not smiling, it gave others a cold and hostile feeling.

When he lowered his eyes and pretended to be innocent, there was a feeling of a big wolf in sheep's

clothing, very undesirable.

His face was more handsome.

His thin lips were lightly gripping the shirt. His hands were bound, which was the ultimate desire.

It made others feel the urge to bully him badly.

Melvin heard what she said. Her voice was crispy, soft and extraordinarily pleasant to ears.

He kept his hands up and his shirt in his mouth, motionless. His handsome face slightly flushed under

Lyra's teasing.

"That's good."

Being satisfied with his performance, Lyra took the red wine on the table and passed it to his lips,

"Here's the reward."

Melvin's teeth were slightly loose and his shirt slipped off.

He drank the glass of red wine in one go as Lyra pitched in.

Sweet and mellow wine was in the throat. It was simply the most delicious cup of wine in the world.

His whole body was completely sunk into the sweet aroma of the wine.

He was unable to pull himself out.

Lyra saw the dark red liquor drowning from the corner of his mouth and gently wiped it off with her

index finger.

The smear was transferred to her fingertips and she looked down at it, passing her fingers to Melvin's

lips, "Yours, make it clean."

Melvin's cheeks flushed slightly as he gently extended his tongue and carefully helped her lick the

liquor from her fingers with a tingling sensation.

He had the extremely pleasing look on his face, and it made Lyra's heart happy.

In the three-year marriage, he was forever condescending and cynical.

When she saw him, he was always cold and stern as if she owed him a lot.

But what about this moment?

This man sat on top of her, carefully doing everything he could to please her. He was like a big dog

waiting to be caressed by his master.

Such a scene was completely impossible for her to imagine before.

Lyra was so satisfied that her smile was bright.

This smile was reflected in Melvin's eyes, and the tip of his tongue moved even harder to please her.

It made Lyra giggle.

Anthony was jealous and he glared at Melvin with hatred.

There was an urge to wish that it was him who was sitting on Lyra, and that it was him who could make

her laugh so much.

He was resigned, "Lyra, dare you say you never had a crush on me? Were all those years of affection

just wishful thinking on my part?"

Lyra withdrew her fingers, lifted Melvin's shirt up and brought it back to his lips.

Melvin had the good sense to bite down as Lyra's stroking continued.

She teased him as she answered Anthony's question.

"Anthony, I'm not going to hide it from you. I did like you, but when I needed you the most, you backed

off. So from that moment on, it was impossible for us in this life, and now, that liking is completely

gone."

Anthony looked despondent and couldn't say a word for a while.

Lyra: "As you can see, I'm doing fine now. If you really feel indebted to me, you should stay away from

me and never come and disrupt my life."

Anthony stared at her with hurt under his eyes and froze.

He expected her to turn around and look at him with even a half-hearted expression of dismay.

Unfortunately, no.

Lyra was teasing Melvin with a big smile.

Melvin was made to sit up a bit by her. He began to be breathless and his grunts became more

frequent.

Lyra, seeing how hard he was holding back, asked gently, "Want to?"

He bit the shirt between the teeth which was slightly shaking. His brows lightly frowned and replied

unconsciously "hmm ..."

Lyra was extremely patient and smiled dotingly, "Okay, it's not convenient here. Go back and satisfy

you."

She gently patted Melvin's waist, signaling him to get up. Then she helped him loosen the belt that

bound his hands and handed it back to him.

"Tie it on yourself and get dressed." Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Melvin's wrists were red from the belt.

But his red stain was like a trophy that kept hanging around in front of Anthony.

Anthony was hurt by it and his heart was hurt even more.

When he was dressed, Lyra's small hand took the initiative to hold his big bony palm, "Come on, go

home."

From start to finish, Lyra did not look at Anthony on the couch.

The two held hands and left Fantalure Bar.

Together, they got into the car back to Seaside Villa before Lyra withdrew her hand coldly.

After playing a scene, she was extraordinarily tired and gently closed her eyes to rest. Her face also

regained its former coldness.

The sudden change made Melvin a little uncomfortable.

Just now in the private room, he heard the most wonderful words coming from Lyra's mouth.

She said that he and Anthony, she would choose him.

She said that Anthony was good looking but he was handsome, and she liked his face better.

Melvin's slightly red ears had not receded. He tentatively reached out his hand, wanting to ask clearly if

there was not even a little bit of sincerity.

"Lyra ..."

Without waiting to touch the sleeve, Lyra frowned in disgust and subconsciously moved her arm away.

The face was the ultimate in indifference.

She at least had the patience to explain to Anthony, but she didn't even bother to say a word to him.

This indifference was like a constant reminder that she just acted. Everything was fake. He should not

deceive himself.

She was just having a falling out with Anthony. She was just doing it to irritate him.

And he, at the bottom of her eyes, was nothing.

He was a tool that can be thrown away after use.

Melvin held back the dull ache in his heart and got out of the car after her without saying a word.

When he approached the entrance of the villa, Lyra stopped and looked back at him with an

expressionless look.

"Don't think you're going to let go of the skipping work today to meet Anthony. Clean up the yard and

sweep the leaves up before you go to bed."

After saying that, she coldly entered the villa.

The door slammed shut with a heavy thud.

The door was like a barrier between the two, impossible to cross.

He recalled Anthony's words today, "You're just a pet to her. Get rewarded for obedience and punished

for disobedience. She stopped loving you a long time ago."

Melvin's heart was choking with pain.

The feeling of waking up from a dream hurt him the most.

The little hope that had been raised was unceremoniously shattered. The pain and disappointment

were more heartbreaking and heavy than when there was no hope, almost overwhelming him.

He grabbed his heart hard and held it against the wall, trying to ease through the intense angina.

In the Fantalure Bar, Lyra's extreme tenderness was still flashing in front of his eyes.

Knowing that it was an act, he still did not resist sinking into it. It was he who lost ...

"Why you’re not moving?"

A cold, questioning voice suddenly sounded behind him.

It was Lyra who had opened the door and was standing on the edge watching him.

Melvin sniffled and turned to face her with his head down. His voice was muffled, "I’ll go sweep right

away."

Lyra, keenly aware that he was not in the right mood, approached him and lifted his slumped chin up.

The light at the entrance of the villa exposed his face completely to her eyes.

His eyes were red. His long and curly eyelashes fluttered lightly. The sadness in his eyes could nit be

hidden.

Lyra snorted lightly in amusement.

Had he ... cried?