The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 116

Lyra was furious and almost laughed at his response.

Seeing that he still had an arrogant expression of "although I knelt down, I was by no means abashed", she coldly snorted and chided, "What are you doing? Apply medicine!"

Melvin quickly opened the medicine box and began to carefully apply medicine to the wound on her hand.

The knife wound was not deep, but it was almost across the entire palm of the hand.

So much so that her originally fair and tender hand became a bit ferocious because of the long wound.

Melvin felt distressed, and the medicine was applied with more gentle and careful movements.

Lyra looked coldly at the man who was kneeling at her feet in a disciplined manner and asked, "Why did you make a fool of yourself when you knew it would be impossible to kill me?"

Melvin bowed his head and pursed his lips without speaking.

"Was it to help Sheila out, or did you really believe Wesley and think I killed old Freeman?"

Melvin remained silent and concentrated on administering the medicine to her.

Lyra observed him and reasoned, which was rare for her, "Then it should not for the old Freeman. He had cancer before he died. I do not need to take the trouble to kill an old man who was just about to die. This is also very clear to you, so it is for Sheila?"

The answer to her was still the silence from the man.

She hooked the man's chin with her uninjured left hand, forcing him to look up into her eyes.

"You should know my character. Sheila may be happy that I hurt my hand, but you're about to pay the price. Is it worth it to you?"

The word "price" made Melvin's eyes slightly red at the end, "It's not worth it, so I regret it."

Lyra looked down at him and keenly noticed that his eyes were red and his expression was quite sincere.

Was this because of the guilt of seeing her hand hurt badly?

Or was it an act for her?

Her starry eyes narrowed and she inadvertently saw his swollen right cheek again.

"Pretty good, now your left and right palms are considered symmetrical."

She paused and continued, "Remember not long ago, when you blocked me in the women's room, I said that one day, I would make you pay the price by kneeling down. I really did not expect this day to come so quickly."

Melvin listened to her scoffing tone. He found it very uncomfortable, forcefully broke free from her hand and lowered his head to continue to apply medicine.

He applied the medicine in an orderly manner, without hurting her in any way, and wrapped it extremely well with bandages.

Lyra looked at his skillful technique and asked tentatively, "You, the Freeman family's precious young master, should have been spoiled since childhood, right? Fiona must be distressed if there is even the slightest bump or bruise on your body. How come you are so skilled at dressing things like this?"

Melvin stopped and explained naturally, "Because I was naughty when I was a child, I got hurt always. Then I know how to deal with it."

Lyra knew he was being perfunctory and hiding, but didn't bother to ask.

The room was silent for a moment.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Melvin finished his medication and had the good sense not to get up.

Lyra gave him a condensed look, and then looked at the blood on the bed, "Wash the whole set by hand tonight right in the back yard. Don't go to bed until you're done."

"Yes."

Melvin hardly hesitated.

He lowered his eyes, and this look was obviously too obedient to be true.

But Lyra was furious when she thought of his reckless behavior tonight that he snuck into her room with a knife.

This man was too good at hiding!

Every time when he played nice, it always seemed like he was holding something bad.

Lyra felt annoyed.

She would slowly wear down all the dignity and pride of this man!

"Seems it is impossible to sleep!"

She said and headed for the door.

Melvin grabbed her wrist with sharp eyes, "Where to?"

Her tone was cold, "Go to Mr. Lloyd's for a few nights."

"Don't go!"