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.
Unable to hold on, he ran to the kitchen and vomited furiously.
Lyra laughed and clapped her hands, admiring his endurance. He could actually eat until the third bite before throwing up.
Trying to fix her with this little trick?
This man was so childish.
"Mr. Freeman, it's wrong to waste food. You are forbidden to eat tonight."
Melvin vomited and his stomach was empty now, but still couldn't help but keep vomiting.
He heard Lyra's words, but didn't want to pay attention to them.
The stomach acid was vomited out, and the throat was on fire. He didn't to eat either anyway.
He was not allowed to eat, but Lyra still had to.
After all this fuss, it was after 9 o'clock and she did get a little hungry.
With Melvin's cooking skills, she can't count on it tonight.
She chose to cook a simple bowl of noodles herself.
The pot on the stove top was burnt and Lyra had to take a new pot out of the cupboard.
Boil the water, drop the noodles. The action was done in one go.
Melvin just stood quietly by the door and watched.

Seeing her serious and unhurried back, there was a sudden moment of trance.
If time could start over from three years ago, the day they first got married, would everything be different?
If he did not agree to divorce her at that time, the ordinary life seemed to be good ...
His thoughts came to a screeching halt and he smiled to himself; if Lyra knew what he was thinking, given her character, she'd
probably say, "Scum, are you worthy of a remarriage?"
A mere manservant who signed an agreement was indeed unworthy.
As he was thinking about it, Lyra had already made the fragrant spicy noodles.
There was only one bowl, not even extra broth.
Not a drop left in the pot.
She was heartless enough and kept her promise.
Seeing Lyra eating well, he had nothing to do and was ready to go to the second floor's guest room to pack up.
"Stand still."
Lyra called out to him, "Come here, stand across from me and watch me finish eating."
Melvin grimaced and stood as she asked him to.
Wasn't sure what she meant until the aroma of the noodles scurried unrelentingly into his nostrils.
The noodles smelled good ...
She also ate well ...
Melvin's throat knot unconsciously rolled slightly, standing like a doorman with a stern face.
The impact of the aroma was very deadly. He just threw up, and his stomach was empty.
At this moment, it was tantamount to a torture to let him appreciate her eating.
Melvin then understood Lyra's intention of trying to torment him.

Lyra was full, elegantly took a paper towel to wipe her mouth, and looked at the man whose face was as dark as the bottom of
the pot.
"Remember to clean the kitchen before you go to bed. You gotta clean up the way you left it, okay? No slacking off."
After she finished, she got up and prepared to go upstairs.
She glanced at the man's unusual white shirt ...
She wrinkled her brow and walked over, gently grabbing the shoulder of his shirt, which had a faint pink color.
Looked like blood?
Melvin saw her gaze dangerously and explained, "It's a blood clot from the ribs that accidentally stuck to them when washing."
She didn't believe it at all and twisted hard. Her hands were wet and watery, and she raised her eyes again to examine Melvin.
And she showed him the water stains on his hands.
Melvin didn't blush, "I cleaned it because it got dirty."
Lyra looked at him. She knew he lied and was confused.
Why did he hide it when he was obviously injured?
Was it because he thought she might not only not be heartbroken, but also rub salt into his wounds?
Oh.
But it was true. There was no guarantee she won't do it if she'd pissed off.
Since he did not want to say more, Lyra was not going to ask, turned her head and went upstairs.
When she passed by the locker in the living room, she stopped, took out the medical kit inside, put it in a conspicuous place, and
then went back to her room without looking back.
Melvin's pupils dilated slightly when he saw her movement.
Did she guess that he was hurt, or did ... she already know?

Was she related to Collin who was sent to kill him or not?
And who the hell was she?
How many other secrets did she have that he didn't know about?
Melvin looked upstairs with doubt, but no one knew what he was pondering.
Lyra went upstairs to take a nice shower, and just after that, she heard a knock at the door.
There were only two people living in the villa, so Lyra had to quickly change into her pajamas.
The knock on the door was still ringing, and the noise was disturbing. Lyra went to open the door with a scowl on her face.
"What for?"
Melvin at the door froze, seemingly not expecting her to change her outfit so quickly.
Pink cartoon pajamas, with wet hair. Without make-up, her skin was flawless and her lips were pink. But her eyes were staring at
him with a frown.
This picture was surprisingly ... a little cute?
He lowered his gaze before putting down these thoughts, "All my luggage is at the Cloud View villa where I lived before. I want to
go there."
Lyra frowned and subconsciously glanced at the time.
It was already late at 11 o'clock.
To get his luggage this late?
She didn't believe it!