The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey was stirred awake by his kiss, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she crashed into a hot gaze with a slight deepness.

“Good morning …” Bruce kissed her face tenderly, the force of his arms tightened abruptly, and suddenly rolled over and covered her.

“Are you tired …,” Lindsey half-asleep, half-awake by his pressure, drowsy eyes covered with blush: “I have to go to the shower.”

“Wash together later.” Bruce’s voice was mute with a bad smile, his long, strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, his palms gradually moving down, sliding over her back, lingering and fondling.

Lindsey was pressed against him and could not move, and all that came into her nose was his hot breath with a hint of alcohol.

His strong arms strangled her barely able to breathe, struggling to catch a few breaths, bending her arms to try to push away his immovable shoulders: “Stop it, I’m in pain …”

“Good girl … aren’t you a doctor, you should know that it won’t hurt after a few more exercises.” Bruce laughed again, followed by the bad intention to contain her long, white fingers, moist tongue circled the fingertips, fascinated sucking.

“What does it have to do with whether it’s a doctor or not …,” Lindsey said, only halfway through her sentence, and then he blocked it back.

Bruce’s deep, inky eyes gazed deeply, intently at her defiant features, and his fine kisses fell again until she was in his arms, soft as a puddle …

Lindsey felt like she couldn’t think at all, her mind was blank.

When he was done, Bruce ruffled the sweaty black hair on her forehead, knowing that he had exhausted her, but he still couldn’t help but want more. Lowering his head, he kissed the tip of her upturned nose deeply and whispered, “Lindsey …”

Lindsey is still immersed in the dizzying sensation did not return to consciousness, murmuring like a hum as a reply, that look indescribably charming and naive.

After lying with her for a long time, Bruce got up and brought the wheelchair, and then carried her to the bathroom with him.

When he washed her, he couldn’t help but want her tenderly again as he watched the warm water rushing over her milk-like white and silky skin.

The two of them were cleaned up and it was 9:00 a. m. Lindsey’s legs were sore and the pink flush on her palm-sized face seemed to be dripping out, but it didn’t go away.

After breakfast, Lindsey’s face fell when she remembered Adem, who was still at the Royal Food Place.

Bruce saw this and hooked his thin lips in understanding: “I’ll have Cary drop you off, I’ll go to the office later and pick you up for lunch.”

“Hmm.” Lindsey answered absentmindedly, her eyelids jumping inexplicably.

Lindsey took out her cell phone and turned on her Weibo account.

The number one search, the number one trend, and the top entertainment news on the Internet were all pictures of her and Bruce embracing in the car. The poor Adem innocent lie shot, was described as her first love, the two remembered the old love, sweet play and so on, wrote a lot of nonsense.

The most terrible thing is that the apartment Edward arranged for her was also exposed, as well as photos of the two of them shopping together in the supermarket.

In no time, Lindsey’s name became a household name on the internet.

Some people said with conviction that The Grant family did not accept her identity and she had to undergo an abortion when she was pregnant. Others claimed that the baby was not Bruce’s, but Edward’s seed.

Lindsey quit Twitter with a black face, thinking that these reporters are really afraid of the world, writing everything.

When Edward’s phone call came, his voice was full of anxiety and concern: “Lindsey, where are you?”

“…” Lindsey silent, generously told him: “in front of Grant Residence, blocked by reporters, you take care of Adem for me. ”

Edward heart sour, but quickly recovered as usual: “Do not worry, I will take care of him, Bruce intends to do.”

“He doesn’t seem to know about it …” Lindsey said weakly, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything, Bruce will take care of it.”

As he was talking, Cary’s headset rang, only to see him nodding frequently and following the reversal back to the yard.

Lindsey ended the call with Edward and pushed down the door with a depressed look, glaring sternly at Bruce who was smiling: “There’s a big mess, and you’re still smiling.”

“Come here.” Bruce ignored her anger, the corners of his lips held a loving smile, tenderly extended his hand: “Do not worry, everything has me.”

Lindsey thought back to what was on Weibo and the news, and sat sullenly on his lap: “Who do you think it could be, to intentionally put out these news.”

“Can’t think of one, but …” Bruce towered over her, his deep gaze, landing on her still slightly red lips, smiling pleasantly away, “I’m grateful to him.”

Lindsey heard him say that, and pinched him with shame and anger, and simply did not want anything else.

It was Sunday anyway, so she didn’t have to go to the beauty school, so she stayed at the Grant Residence to do rehab with Bruce.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She couldn’t help but feel relieved by the online reports, and after sitting down for a while, she couldn’t help but log on to Weibo and search for her name again.

All the news reports and videos had been withdrawn, as if the morning’s gossip fest had been an illusion.

Looking up at Bruce, who was lazily learning to walk with his crutches, Lindsey gradually settled down and smiled.

Whatever his solution to the problem, the feeling of being cared for, of being held in the palm of someone’s hand, was warm and stirring.

“Do I look good.” Bruce folded back at some point, a delightful smile welling up under his inky eyes, “It’s all drooling.”

Lindsey retracted her eyes and glared at him in disgust. “Bruce, you bastard.”

Bruce dropped his cane and sat down heavily next to her, easily taking her into his arms with one big hand: “How am I an asshole …”

“Asshole everywhere, just a black hearted one.” Lindsey frowned and stretched out her clean white and slender index finger and poked him hard in the chest: “Don’t mention anything between us to Old Mr. Grant, especially not to you Kaley, or I will disappear immediately.”

“Lindsey …” Bruce seemed to be poured with cold water, his face turned ugly for a moment. “I don’t want to hear that kind of talk.”

“You have to listen even if you don’t want to hear it.” Lindsey cupped his face, deliberately hiding the heartache in his eyes, and spoke calmly: “I will not marry you and I do not love you, what happened last night does not mean anything, we are both adults. In addition to tell you one more thing, I came to B City to take care of you, is with Old Mr. Grant negotiated the terms to come, this condition is valid at any time.”

Bruce’s eyes dimmed and he buried his head in the nape of his neck and sniffed greedily, his voice dull: “Whatever you say, just don’t leave me.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes and was about to push him away when another call came in on her cell phone. She looked at the number and immediately stiffened her spine, shaking as she slid open the answer button: “Big brother.”

On this end, Tankard twisted his brow with a headache and said with concern, “I saw the news, are you okay, are you alright?”

“Yes, the producers and investors will take care of it.” Lindsey said, feeling Bruce’s hand, had reached into his shirt, nerves subconsciously tensed.

“It’s okay, Bruce what exactly do you mean.” Tankard still wasn’t quite sure: “What does he want.”

The phone’s microphone wasn’t too soundproof, and as Bruce listened to Tankard’s words, he raised an eyebrow and wickedly grasped Lindsey’s skirt up and backed down her bottom, sliding his hands down.

Lindsey’s heart trembled, the whole person uncontrollably shivered, but the surface but still try to maintain calm, gritting his teeth back: “I said you all misunderstood, I have nothing with him, I like is a person my brother.”

“Since you don’t like it, keep your distance.” Tankard was stunned, apparently a little less like to believe the truth he heard. “In the future, less interaction with Bruce, his recovery or not has nothing to do with you anymore.”

“Brother, don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.” Lindsey did not know whether she was anxious or ashamed, and a thin layer of sweat soon appeared on her fair as porcelain cheeks.

However, the more anxious Lindsey is, the more Bruce’s actions are over the top, seeing her uncomfortable black face, he is more exhilarated.

“Take your boyfriend back later and let grandpa take a look.” Tankard gave an explanation and hung up the phone sharply.

Lindsey finally breathed a sigh of relief, her nerves relaxed, but her body’s reaction instantly reached the top. Completely out of thought, only feel like a flat boat, led by him to continuously navigate the ecstasy of the shocking waves, climbing over the peak again and again, until everything is calm …

Lindsey shivered and couldn’t say a word, and the bottom of her bright, clear eyes glowed with a charming ripple of light.

“Who is your senior brother!” Bruce’s eyes were covered with hostility, and he pinched her waist nest with surprising force, not allowing her to move a single inch. “You like him and you love him?!”

“Yes, I love him. I’ve loved him since I was in college, and I have nothing but pity for you.” Lindsey lifted her head and met his gaze with clarity. “He’s the perfect man in my eyes, and he’s the only one I’ve ever loved in my life.”

“Lindsey!” Bruce’s face suddenly sank, his eyes flashed with a mixture of pain, resentment and ruthlessness. “I forbid you to love him!”

“Childish.” Lindsey furrowed her eyebrows and pushed him away, standing aside and looking down to straighten her dress. “You’ve recovered, and I’ve achieved what I came for in the first place, and I don’t like this relationship now.”

Bruce fell silent, his displeasure spreading unabashedly.

Lindsey ignored his fire and sat away from him, holding back her heartache. A few moments later, Maximus and Warren called, and even Larissa called, asking her for the truth.

Lindsey was annoyed, but couldn’t hang up directly, so she stayed with her for more than 10 minutes.

As soon as her phone went quiet, Bruce’s phone rang loudly. Once she saw that it was Jack’s number, Lindsey couldn’t leave even if she wanted to, so she hurried back to her old room, found a clean dress to change into, and went with him to Nine Lakes Mountain.

Old Mr. Grant was in good spirits, and when he saw Lindsey coming, he smilingly asked Jack to serve the chess board.

“Calm after a few months of aggravation?” Old Mr. Grant laughed half-heartedly, “Edward’s good.”

“Grandpa …” Lindsey was embarrassed and haphazardly shifted her chess: “Why are you making jokes about me too.”

Old Mr. Grant tiger eyes slightly narrowed, eyes sharp looking at her, half a long time before continuing: “This is not a joke, today this news a mess, I no matter how to do someone watching.”

“Lindsey doesn’t like to be tied down.” Bruce helped in time, “The clarification release is already being prepared, I can handle this.”

Old Mr. Grant was noncommittal, inclining his head to glance at the crutches at his side, a thoughtful look on his face.