After Divorce I Am A Billionaire by Vivian

If he refused any further, it was obvious that he would be suspected.

Melvin went to the kitchen with a cold face and brought out a new set of tableware.

Under Lyra's stare, he picked up a green vegetable, stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation. He chewed it twice with no expression, and then swallowed it.

The whole set of movements flowed smoothly.

Melvin: "It's just a very common green vegetable taste. Do you try it?"

Lyra held her chin in one hand, pointed at the dish with the other, "Take this plate and eat it all."

Melvin's face changed slightly, then he smiled, "You said that you are the master here. This is made for you. How can I eat it?"

Lyra didn't bother to talk to him, "If you don't eat I'll go call the bodyguards in and give you a hand."

"You!"

Melvin's dark eyes narrowed and he didn't shy away from staring at her, "Are you trying to overpower me with your power?"

She didn't deny it.

"That's right. When dealing with the disobedient little manservant, of course I have to take strong measures. Do you want to eat it yourself, or shall I have them come in and feed you?"

Again, it was a multiple choice with no choice.

Melvin's face darkened as she watched.

His pride and hostility were ground up four times in just a few hours in the afternoon by this woman in front of him!

Hateful! Damn it!

When Lyra stared at him, she smiled with her eyebrows arched, which was harmless, as if she didn't oppress him with power.

It appeared that his anger was too petty.

Rejection was not an option.

Melvin picked up his chopsticks again and went to pick up the plate of vegetables on the table, not even noticing that his arm was trembling slightly.

He held his breath and stuffed the dish into his mouth. It was really hard to swallow. His mouth was rejecting the strange taste.

In order to fix Lyra and relieve his anger, he almost put a heavy dose of all the seasoning that were not obvious in color.

He didn't expect that she was so wary. She did not even have a bite, and her smiling seemed to have seen through his acting?

He didn't give up, and still wanted to pretend to calmly taste the food, but when he just ate the cuisine, his stomach acid burst.

he ran to the

hands, admiring his endurance. He could

her with this

was

Freeman, it's wrong to waste food. You are forbidden to eat

his stomach was empty now, but still couldn't

didn't want to

vomited out, and the throat was on fire. He didn't to eat either

eat,

was after 9 o'clock and she did

cooking skills, she can't count on

a simple bowl of noodles

pot on the stove top was burnt and Lyra had to take a new

water, drop the noodles. The action was done

stood quietly by the door

serious and unhurried back, there was a sudden

from three years ago, the day they first got married,

did not agree to divorce her at that

if Lyra knew what he was thinking, given her character, she'd probably say, "Scum, are you worthy

mere manservant who signed an agreement was

he was thinking about it, Lyra had already made the

was only one bowl, not even

drop left

was heartless enough and kept

had nothing to do and was ready to go to the second floor's guest

"Stand still."

stand across from me and watch me

and stood as she asked

sure what she meant until the aroma

smelled good

also ate

rolled slightly, standing like

the aroma was very deadly. He just threw up,

tantamount to a torture

Lyra's intention of trying to

a paper towel to wipe her mouth, and looked at the man whose face was as dark as

to bed. You gotta clean up the way you left it, okay? No slacking

up and prepared to

glanced at the man's

grabbing the shoulder of

Looked like blood?

gaze dangerously and explained, "It's a blood clot from the ribs that accidentally stuck to