The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 932 Drunk, she does this to Anthony...

On the priest's platform, Lyra and Malcolm stood facing each other, holding hands and looking at each other.

There was strong love in each other's eyes.

"Mr. White, are you willing to marry Ms. Lyra, love her and respect her from now on, never leave her, and be loyal for the rest of your life....." Before the priest could finish speaking, Malcolm interrupted directly with reddened eyes, "I am willing. You rest. I will speak for myself."

There was a lot of laughter.

Even Lyra was amused by his manipulation.

Malcolm held her palms, and she could clearly feel the sweat in his palms. He was so nervous that his fingertips trembled slightly.

Obviously the two had already obtained the certificate, but Malcolm seemed to be touched and surprised for the first time. The circles of his eyes gradually turned red, and his throat was choked up. Lyra was unconsciously drawn into emotions by him, and her eyes turned red too.

In a slightly trembling voice, Malcolm said seriously, "Thank you for being my wife. I swear on my life that from now on, no matter whether you are rich or poor, sick or healthy, I will love you, respect you, and cherish you. This oath will remain unchanged for life, and even death will not separate us."

Lyra was slightly startled and stunned at his last sentence.

Death will not separate...

If she died first, was he going to die with her??

She was very touched at first, but suddenly felt that Malcolm's words were a bit embarrassing.

Just as she was thinking about it, Malcolm squeezed her hand and silently reminded her with his eyes, signaling that it was her turn.

Lyra suppressed those thoughts, imitated his words, and repeated in a gentle voice, "Thank you for being my husband. I swear on my life..."

After the oath, Spencer and Molly presented them with rings.

At the moment of exchanging rings, the two looked at each other for a long time, and before the host could speak, they kissed together.

There was a burst of warm applause from the audience. Mavis couldn't hold back her emotions, and tears fell frequently. Seeing this, Molly hurried forward to hand the tissue. "Mavis, you're moved to tears, so I won't persuade you."

Mavis chuckled out loud, "You know everything."

Soon, the wedding was over, and Malcolm and Lyra began to toast.

When they arrived at Mavis' table, Mavis had already drunk a lot and her face was slightly red.

But she still raised her glass and blessed, "Congratulations to Lyra and Mr. White!"

Lyra drank it all down, and advised her, "Mavis, drink less. It's not good for your health."

Mavis nodded with a smile, "Okay, congratulations again."

Malcolm just looked at Mavis, not stopping Lyra from continuing to toast.

Lyra asked him in a low voice, "Why didn't you let me stop her?"

"She obviously has something on her mind. Can a few words persuade her? Talking too much will only increase her sadness. She has held back for too long. Rara, let her go." Lyra stopped talking and looked back at the wine table.

Mavis drank glass after glass of wine, as if unconscious.

When she thought of Anthony for no reason, Lyra's eyes dimmed a bit.

Today, the Callahans all came, but Anthony.

He said that the company had an urgent matter, and asked Rebecca to help send gifts.

Mavis looked lonely and kept drinking to relieve her worries, which made Lyra sigh and helpless.

In terms of feelings, other than the person concerned, no matter how caring others were, they can't help much.

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Mavis really drank too much tonight.

Back in the car to Callahan Residence, she was almost vomiting.

The driver had to stop on the side of the road and let her vomit while she was holding the big tree beside.

People passing by saw her and kindly asked, "Madam, do you need help?"

Mavis half-closed her misty eyes. Double images appeared in front of her. She waved her hand and smiled wryly, "What can you help me? Can you help him fall in love with me?"

The passer-by was speechless, "Oh, she's so beautiful but she swoons over someone." That person shook her head helplessly and left.

Mavis sat on the side of the road drunk and dizzy.

She couldn't figure it out.

Why can he say she could have a baby if she wanted? It was such a frivolous and casual remark.

Could it be that in his eyes, giving birth to a child was an insignificant matter? Or did he not take her words to heart at all?

Just deal with it?

Mavis believed it will be the latter.

She was too drunk. Her thoughts were mixed and she was depressed, and she didn't know when she got home.

In the middle of the night, someone quietly climbed into her bed.

The emotions she had nowhere to put were instantly aroused.

She hugged the other party's neck unconsciously, "Anthony, didn't you say to have a baby? Then I want a baby now!"

Saying that, without waiting for the person's response, she kissed that handsome face forcefully.

Overnight.

Mavis woke up and couldn't remember what happened last night.

But Anthony was lying next to her, even in her arms.

Clothes were scattered all over the place.

The room was in a mess.

There was a faint and ambiguous atmosphere that had not dissipated...

No need to ask, she could understand what happened last night.

God!

She came back drunk last night and put Anthony to... sleep??

Her head hurt. Mavis was very annoyed, and thumped her forehead hard.

Before Anthony woke up, she quietly got out of bed, put on her clothes, tidied up the room lightly, and went to have breakfast pretending nothing happened.

It was said that drinking too much could cause troubles. She didn't agree it before, but now really understood it.

Paloma smiled when she saw her, and kept serving her food, "Mavis, eat more."

Rebecca also smiled brightly.

Mavis can't wait to find a place and hide herself in it.

Why did she always feel like everyone already knew it?

Soon, Anthony got up.

When he went downstairs, he was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled at Mavis.

That smile was very light and shallow, with a hint of subtle tenderness.

Mavis shuddered, feeling extremely embarrassed.

She hurriedly put down the tableware. "Grandma, Rebecca, I'm full. I'm going to work first. Take your time."

Rebecca felt it very unbelievable. "Mavis, what's wrong with you today? You just eat so little?"

"I'm really full. I'll go first."

After speaking, Mavis left as if fleeing without waiting for Anthony behind her to say something.

She walked so fast that she didn't even have time to look at Anthony.

Lyre Spiti.

The curtains in the bedroom were half-closed, and some light and shadow came in, falling on Lyra's delicate profile.

She blinked her eyes, changed her position and continued to sleep.

This was the first day after the wedding.

It started with staying in bed.

She finally understood why some people said that getting married was tiring, and she was indeed exhausted after a busy day.

The original plan of the two was to have a good time together on the night of the wedding, but when they came back, Lyra was so tired that she threw herself into the bed.

On the contrary, Malcolm was full of energy, as if nothing happened, clamoring all night to please his wife.

Even though Lyra was furious last night and beat him a few times with a ruler until his ass turned red, she still couldn't calm him down.

The price of tossing all night was huge.

Lyra's back hurt and she can't wake up at all.

Seeing her state, Malcolm took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of helping his wife massage her shoulders and back.

While serving dutifully, he whispered softly in Lyra's ear, "Honey, You've been asleep until noon. Molly is looking for you everywhere."

"What does she want to do?" Lyra pinched her temples, tired and didn't want to move.

"It seems... because of our wedding, it goes viral online again."

Malcolm spoke calmly.

Lyra was suspicious. "Didn't I agree that no video of our wedding will appear on the Internet?"