The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 186 How do you want to be punished

Lyra did not talk to him at all, wrapped his hands with the belt directly and tied them tightly.

Melvin subconsciously tried to break free, but all of his strength was taken to fight the pain when he

was just medicated.

In the end, he allowed himself to be seized without putting up a fight.

Lyra was flexible and pinned him down on the bed with his hands raising above his head. And one of

her hands held his hands firmly to the bed, and the other lifting his silk shirt roughly off.

She stood right next to the bed and pressed her right knee hard against the back of his waist to keep

him from moving.

Melvin's ears reddened slightly and he asked in a low and hoarse voice, "Lyra... what are you doing?"

This posture was strange ...

And, he guessed the two sons of bitch were still hanging out of the window.

Where was his majesty!!!???

Outside the window, Chad and Brad did hang around and heard the commotion. They both quietly

glanced inside.

Holy crap!

They had never expected that they would see their boss was ... pressed down on the bed obediently,

and was unable to break free!

And their boss was not on the top.

It was great! It was worthy!

The two tut-tutted when Melvin's dark eyes narrowed and gave them a harsh look out the window.

Chad and Brad got frightened instantly. They had no choice but to obey his order, climbing along the

pipe next to the window, and then exiting through the back door.

...

Inside the room, Lyra was carefully examining the injury on Melvin's back.

The bandages had indeed been changed and were still faintly permeated with blood.

Because she wasn't about to let him go, she gently opened the edge of the bandage, intending to see

the condition of the injury.

Melvin hissed deliberately and distorted his face, "Lyra, it hurts ..."

Lyra's hands stopped moving.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she withdrew her hand, "Who wrapped the bandages for you? When

I came in, I saw Eleven and the others all passed out in the garden. What happened?"

"I wrapped it around myself."

Melvin's face didn't change as he was forced down on the bed and could only continue to answer her

question with his head on his side, "Eleven, they passed out? I was in my room and didn't know about

it."

Lyra looked at him coldly, raising an eyebrow and smiling, "Really?"

"Hmm."

Oh.

It was really a pack of lies and not a word was true.

Lyra increased the force of her knee against the back of his waist and methodically demolished his lies.

"Melvin, before I left here, you were so sickly. And your fingers were shaking when you lifted your

hands. I was out for just over ten minutes and you were glowing and changing your own medicine and

bandages. Don't tell me you're coming back to life?"

Melvin pursed his thin lips, did not speak and did not move.

Lyra continued, "My bodyguards were drugged in the garden, but you were not hurt. And you are in

better shape, so it should be your people, right? Do you think I would believe that this has nothing to do

with you at all? Or maybe you deliberately pretended to be sick and weak before I left to trick me?"

She paused. Her eyes were cold, "In the end, whether you lie to me, or hide from me, you know it well!"

Melvin’s Adam's apple was bobbing in his throat and he fell into silence.

If he said he was hiding it from her and then told her the truth, she would feel guilty and would not give

him a hard time, but with her temper, she would help him find a solution to the virus and would also

terminate the employment agreement because she was apologetic.

But if he said he lied to her, and she once said that she hated deception, she would be very angry, and

the gap between them will be magnified.

Whichever answers he chose, it will be bad for him.

"Hmm?"

When she was waiting for a reply, Lyra's eyebrows grew colder and she pinched the flesh on the back

of his waist, "Are you thinking of which answer would be better to fool me?"

Melvin did not show his true feeling when his mind was exposed, and he explained in a solemn tone.

"It was Chad, because I didn't want the wound to scar later, so I asked him to bring over a box of scar-

removing ointment and put it in the first drawer of the bedside table."

"As for my back injury, I also let Chad help apply the medicine. The reason why my state is much better

is your antidote. It let me restore a lot of strength."

Lyra listened and smiled with interest.

"It’s just a box of scar removal ointment. He can take it to Eleven. And Eleven can bring it to you. As for

your injury, Eleven can not help you apply? Just for this reason, he drugged my people and forced his

way into the villa. Do you think I’ll believe it?"

Melvin’s facial expression was unhurried. And he continued to explain, "He did recklessly. Next time, I’ll

let him apologize to Eleven and the others."

Chad, who was leaving the villa area at a leisurely pace at the moment, sneezed violently twice, not

knowing that someone had already shifted the blame to him

Lyra laughed and thought what he said was prudent, as if it was real.

It was estimated to contain with half-truths.

But he was stubborn and reluctant to admit his mistakes, so she can only find an opportunity to check it

herself later.

She leaned down slightly. And her red lips were so close to his ear, "You not only conceal from me, but

also lie to me. You’re taking both up?"

Why did she understand it in this way?

Her breath sprayed on Melvin's ear. It made his ear tickling and his already hot ears red.

He buried his face in the comforter, and his voice was muffled, "Yes, I accept the punishment."

Lyra laughed. He could actually accept it rather quickly.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were still open, and the evening breeze blew in, which was cool.

Melvin was wearing only a shirt, and his hands, feet and back were cold.

Lyra noticed and gently lowered his shirt, subconsciously taking the other side of the comforter over his

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But instead of rushing to help him untie the belt wrapped around his wrist, she continued to ask in a

flippant tone, "So how do you want to be punished? Tell me?"

Melvin's ears got even redder.

It was such a shameful thing, and she let him say it?

That was a torment.

He was bashful and asked, "What options do I have?"

"Let's see."

Lyra sat on the edge of his bed, folded her arms and raised her eyebrows playfully, "Since you have

injected the antidote, you must have no problem about your physical strength. So, you can choose to

kneel in the garden all night or let Twelve whip you two hundred times with the belt. What is your

choice?"

Melvin swallowed violently.

Not only was his whole body cold, his heart was even colder.

She was really cruel to him ...

Lyra smiled wryly, "Have you thought about it yet?"

Melvin compressed his thin lips, pondered for a long time, and asked in a soft tone, "Is there a third

option? I'll take the third."

"Of course I do."

Lyra looked like a reasonable person but smiled evilly, "That is kneeling all night plus whipping two

hundred times. The combination of the first two options. It’s your smart choice!"

He gasped and breathed heavily. And he felt his heart was painful.

Lyra noticed his reaction, pursed her lips and snickered as she got up to untie the belt on his wrists,

"Come on. Let's go to the garden."

Melvin's hands moved to the side to keep her from untying it, and he continued to ask in a soft voice.

"Lyra... for the sake of my injury that’s still not fully healed, can you give a discount?"