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The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 108

So this was all she had done in three years?

Melvin was speechless for a moment.

He knew that Fiona was mean to her daughter-in-law. Did she deliberately quit all the maids and give her all the housework to do alone?

At that time, every time he came home from work, he saw that the house was clean and the food was well served. No one never cared about the details.

Because the old Freeman forced him to marry Lyra, he always subconsciously chose to ignore her existence, and when his mood was not good, he would even be sarcastic ...

Lyra saw that he was lost in thought and waved her hand in front of his eyes before continuing.

"But you'd better be prepared to use one year mortgage three years, and you'll have to do twice as much."

Melvin shook his head and sneered.

She really can't afford to lose anything.

Lyra walked ahead, did not pay attention to his expression, remembered something, and said, "Oh yes, I forgot to buy a washing machine. So you have to hand wash and dry my clothes in the future. Some clothes have different materials, so you have to separate them. Don't get it wrong."

Melvin stared at her back and wasted no time in tearing down her lame excuses.

"You would go and buy the washing machine yourself? When the house was first transferred to you, I remember a woman named Kellie working her butt off to replace the entire house with a set of furniture and appliances."

Being seen through, Lyra turned around and gave him a cold glance, not trying to hide it either.

Yes, the washing machine was deliberately given to the orphanage by her.

The children in the orphanage needed the washing machine more than he did.

The two made their way into the hall without a word.

Lyra fumbled slightly at the wall and instantly turned on the light with almost a muscle memory.

The living room was bright, and the house was still the same structure, but the furniture and matching style were not the black and white tones of the past.

Lyra headed straight for the kitchen, with Melvin quietly following behind her.

Coming to the kitchen, she took a thick book out of the storage cabinet and handed it to Melvin.

"This is the recipe. You have to follow the book in every meal in the future. Every meal must include meat, vegetarian and soup. Everyday needs to be different. It can not be repeated."

Melvin took it and flipped through two pages roughly.

Seeing that he didn't object, Lyra looked at the time. It was already 8:30 pm and she hadn't been eaten yet.

"Cooking will start tonight. Call me when it's ready. If you wan to sleep, you can choose your own room on the second floor, except for the third floor."

After that she went upstairs to the study. The company still had a bunch of things to do, so she had to work overtime.

Melvin watched her back disappear in the stairs. The breath he had been holding on to slackened. Painfully he arched his back and held on to the table before he could barely stand still.

The blood on the shirt had dried, sticking with the wound, and cannot be torn off.

He wet it with hot water and then used a hot towel to compress for a few minutes before separating the shirt from the flesh and blood a little.

Avoiding detection by Lyra, he quickly took off his shirt and washed the blood away.

If it was before, it was estimated that he was able to wring the clothes to dry. Today because of the injection, he was already very tired.

No way, he can only directly put the wet clothes that barely dry, and then put on the dark jacket. If she didn't look closely, she should not notice.

After doing all this, he already felt exhausted and tired of all his strength.

This special drug was really fierce.

He had not yet begun to do the meal and it had been delayed by half an hour. Melvin had to start studying the recipe.

When he opened the refrigerator, there were all the vegetables and meat, all of which were the freshest.

Obviously, everything today was planned by her a long time ago.

Melvin's eyes darkened, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Upstairs study.

Lyra sat in front of her computer, concentrating.

Her reality television show now was in its third phrase, and its popularity on the Internet continued to be high.

Since her friend Melissa, who was from the orphanage, went back to continue recording after recovering from her injury, she seemed to be unaffected and quickly get into the state. Her ranking had been stable in the top fifteen. If there was no problem, she should be able to securely enter the final.

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