After Divorce I Am A Billionaire by Vivian

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."

took it and flipped through two

the time. It was already 8:30 pm and she hadn't been

when it's ready. If you wan to sleep, you can choose your own room

had a bunch of

in the stairs. The breath he had been holding on to slackened. Painfully he arched his back and held on to the

blood on the shirt had dried, sticking with the wound, and

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

by Lyra, he quickly took off his shirt

before, it was estimated that he was able to wring the clothes to

the wet clothes that barely dry, and then put on the dark jacket. If she didn't look closely, she should

he already felt

special drug

meal and it had been delayed

the

by her a long

but he didn't

Upstairs study.

sat in front of

show now was in its third phrase, and

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.

going in

television show, she called Nancy

them to scrub the floor tonight. Sheila screamed so hard and cursed you. I put them back in the basement. Did I

was serious, "No problem. Since they became the servants, you can restrain them with the requirements of servants. If they don't listen to you, you can punish them. But there is only one thing. Pay attention to those male servants. Dirty thoughts are

Carroll, you can rest assured

The window was left open, and Lyra suddenly smelled a burning smell

to be ... coming up from

phone in horror and ran frantically downstairs to see the

tried to fan the smoke away while choking on

"I let you cook. You are going to burn the

entered the kitchen. She turned off the stove and turned on

the choking

pointed to the pan, which had burned like a lump of carbon, and asked,

honestly, "Braised

again, and it was

still burnt.

and a half on low heat. I think it will be too slow so the high heat will

it is