My Lord, My Billionaire Master

- Posttraumatic sweetness

If you ignored the bruises on his face and the bruises on the corners of his mouth, his face was perfect.

In the study, a few other people were also standing around rummaging through the boxes.

"Bam."

William sat there, his handsome face revealing his impatience. He casually threw a book on the ground, and the thin lip began to knit its brows tightly, revealing a strong sense of dissatisfaction.

He still had a needle in one hand and was dripping.

This is nonsense.

"William."

Alice said as she walked inside. The people by her side all lowered their heads to show their courtesy and continued to look for something.

"Why are you up?" William glanced at her, and his voice instantly became displeased, "Could it be that they are causing too much trouble?"

Damn it!

How many times had he instructed these people not to cause any noise? He had still woken her up.

"No." Alice said indifferently, she walked to his side and looked at the wound on the corner of his mouth, "But you, why did you get up? Did you forget what foster father and the doctor said?"

He was severely injured and needed some rest.

"Lying in bed all day is too boring." William paused here, he stared at her delicate face, then raised his eyebrow sinisterly and hooked his fingers at her.

Alice bent down and obediently put her ear in front of his lips.

Then, she heard William's sexy and evil voice, "Besides, I can't do anything lying on the bed with you. It is too boring"

This was the truth.

Alice was speechless and looked at him. What was he thinking?

"Come here."

William pulled her over and pushed her down onto his lap. He wrapped both of his arms around her as he moved the IV tube to follow his movements to and fro. Alice watched her worriedly, afraid that his acupuncture needles would be crooked.

William carried her and sat in front of the table. He picked up a book and flipped through it as he asked, "Did Daniel prepare breakfast for you?"

"What about you? Have you eaten yet?"

These few days, she was also recuperating from her injuries. In order to recover from her injuries, William would go and eat the food Daniel cooked, but there would always be a meal on the table.

"Yes."

William replied without raising his head and continued flipping through the books. "Really?" Why didn't she believe it? Without thinking, Alice reached out his hand to his stomach and felt the texture of the gauze.

This was completely an action without any reaction, but William immediately looked towards her with a dubious look, and ridiculed, "You're not hungry or thirsty since early in the morning?"noveldrama

Alice was embarrassed, her face was hot, as if she had been electrocuted, she kept her hand back, "Don't speak nonsense; there are still people here."

She looked over at the people next to her, all pretending to be deaf and blind, their backs to them, not looking back.

So well-trained.

Alice looked at William, and touched the corner of his mouth. "Does it still hurt? Did you really eat it? How about I go and cook something for you, don't lie to me."

William glanced at her, his voice cold: "All of you, get out!"

"Yes, Mr. Cullen." Hearing this, a group of people who acted as if they were deaf immediately filed out and closed the door, leaving a quiet room as if they had never come in before.

"What's wrong?" Alice withdrew her gaze from the door in confusion.

William stared straight at her, reached out to pinch her chin, lowered his head and kissed her lips. Alice immediately leaned back in place, and said unhappily, "What are you doing?"

"I'll satisfy you."

"Satisfy me?" Did she ask him to do anything?

"You touched my stomach and face; didn't you want to do something to me?" William stuck close to her face and felt her breath, the corners of his lips curving up into a smile.

Alice didn't know how to refute that. "You know I don't mean that."

"I don't care what you mean. I know what you mean."

Just like asking for mercy, William tyrannically said as he kissed her lips. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to his chest to kiss her deeply.

"No, urn."

Alice wanted to push him away, but the moment she thought of the wounds on his body, she could only let go of his hand. After kissing him passionately, she could feel the changes in his body, but then, she heard William softly curse while touching her lips, "Shit, you reap what you sow!"

A man shouldn't tease a pregnant woman, much less a pregnant woman who had suffered.

William held her, and stuck close to her face; he didn't move at all. After a long while, he said, "Tell me something! To divert my attention!"

If nothing else, he could smell the faint scent of her body. It was a damn good smell.

When Alice saw his patient look, she became even more embarrassed. She did not even need to divert her attention as she turned around and looked at the messy study room and asked, "What are you looking for, almost overturning the entire Lang's family?"

William looked at her, and answered every question. "Lang must have grasped something back then, which was why Lancaster let him leave. I must be interested in the information that an economist has."

"What's the hurry? Take it slow. Your injuries are more important."

Alice was not interested in any of these.

"If Lancaster receives the news .then they will send people over very soon. This place will become a battlefield and the chances of getting it will be very low."

William said that this matter could not be delayed, and it had to be settled as soon as possible.

"Didn't Lang say anything?" Alice asked.

"Daniel interrogated Lang for a few days and this man did not speak. No matter how he's tortured, he just gritted his teeth and didn't say anything." William said. That was why William was so annoyed. He wanted to find some evidence, but Lang kept his words too tight.

When he thought about Lang, Alice could not help but think of that night at the Flower Sea channel. Lang's ferocious appearance was completely different from his usual one; it really looked scary.

It was no wonder that Catherine would develop such a personality in his hands. She was afraid of losing something and being abandoned, but she kept swearing.

"What kind of ending are you planing to do at Lang?" Alice thought about what to say and asked, afraid that William would get jealous again.

But she had forgotten that William's jealousy could jump up when he heard any one of these names, regardless of whether it was male or female.

Just as she finished speaking, William's expression became ugly, and he hugged her tightly, "What, you want to plead for that man? Was it not enough? " "What I care about is Catherine." Alice said honestly, "We lied to Catherine and said that Lang was on a business trip, but she was still worried about us, so we have to give her an explanation."

"Wouldn't it be better if that scumbag father died?"

William said in disdain.

"But Catherine probably doesn't want him to die." Alice said as she sat on his lap, feeling a little uncomfortable. "After you find the information, let Lang receive the appropriate punishment before you learn how to be a good father." Catherine was too young, and she still could not find out clearly what was going on. Catherine was afraid that when Lang went crazy, he would scold and beat Catherine, but he had also relied on her for so many years.

This kind of relationship really made one not know how to handle it.

William looked at her troubled face and said unhappily: "How can you always worry so much about other people's matters."

"I don't."

Alice denied.

"To be honest, if it wasn't for the thing in his hands, I would have killed him in the forest!" Did she really think he could endure until now?

II II

Alice looked at him.

"Capturing my son and hitting my woman. If I let this kind of person live, it would

be a failure for me as a man!" William had a very good reason.

"But Catherine..."

"What does it have to do with me?She's not my daughter."

"But she also saved you." Alice couldn't help but ask. If not for Catherine, William

would have suffered greatly if he had not been saved.

"Oh, really?" William glanced at her, and said indifferently: "I, this person, will

remember grudges but not gratitude!"

So confident.

Alice sat on his lap and did not speak.

William continued to flip through the book in front of his. The speed at which he flipped through the pages was extremely fast, and she didn't know exactly what he was looking for.

She looked at the desk in front of her and thought back to that thrilling night. Now that she thought about it, any part of it was extremely dangerous.

With William's personality, it was indeed very hard to forgive. Then, Alice thought of that beautiful Flower Sea channel. Who would have thought that such a beautiful channel would actually hide such a sad story? "Actually, Lang also loved his wife very much. It's just that he couldn't love her enough to pay the price." Alice said softly, "So much so that he eccentrically wants to bring Catherine to death."

"These are the most defeated men!"

William said coldly, he stepped Lang into the mud and continued to flip the books.

Seeing that he was serious, Alice did not disturb him anymore. He had a handsome and captivating profile, dark eyebrows, long eyelashes, a pair of very deep black eyes, and a straight nose.

She looked at William as he thought of Lang, and suddenly felt that her fate was really good, being able to meet William.

She slowly tilted her head and fell onto his shoulder, quietly leaning against him as she accompanied him.

William lowered his eyes and looked at her, obviously enjoying her actions. He

extended his hand and pulled her closer.

The air was filled with a faint aura.

William threw the books and information to the floor one by one, but he still could

not find what he was looking for.

Suddenly, Alice sat straight up in his arms, frowning.

"What's wrong?"

William looked at her and spoke in a low voice.

"William, something is not right." Alice looked at William, "Is Lang's plan really just

to take Catherine and commit suicide? Then why did he worry that you would

mess things up, that Lancaster would mess things up?"

Wasn't it easy to commit suicide?

Silently waiting for the flowers to bloom before committing suicide, wasn't that the

end of everything?