The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce nodded imperceptibly and held her hand without moving. He believed her, but now that it was Truly Old who was ill, it was still up to The Hawke family to decide.

Lindsey smiled faintly and waited quietly for the outcome of the discussion.

He was not a commoner and was grateful to hear that there was a cure. Luckily, after the resuscitation, Chu’s current condition was not very dangerous, otherwise Lindsey would not have had the patience to listen to their discussion.

After a few more minutes, the results came back and Dr Hunter’s method was used.

He was well known in the medical field, and when he spoke, the others were instantly dumbfounded.

Lindsey had come as Dr Hunter’s assistant, and her grandfather’s special silver needles were much longer than the usual needles for acupuncture, so it was clear that real work was needed.

After taking a few major points, Lindsey began to apply the needles in a steady manner, with an experienced technique. If her assistant was so good, how could her master be any worse?

As the ward quietens, Bruce glances at Lindsey through a gap in the wall, his lips curling as he controls the wheelchair and slides out.

Edward saw this and thoughtfully followed.

Coming into the corridor outside, Edward reached for Bruce’s wheelchair and said suspiciously, “Lindsey’s not a nurse?”

“You tell me.” Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Convinced or not?”

What was there not to be convinced about? In all the time he’d known Lindsey, he’d only known that she was good at her studies, but he’d never known that she was very good. She hadn’t mentioned it either, as if it was a normal thing for her to do.

“I kind of want to kill you.” Edward sighed in frustration. “But I couldn’t let her feel bad.”

“Thanks for not killing me.” Bruce lost his smile in pleasure.

He knew Edward had said it as a joke, so he didn’t take it personally.

Edward fell silent and thoughtfully cautioned. “If you can’t protect Lindsey, I don’t mind doing it for you.”

“No need.” Bruce’s eyes sank, and the hands casually resting on his lap slowly, slowly, clenched into fists.

Each was silent for a long time before the sounds came from the ward again. The two men folded back, one after the other, and saw Lindsey emerge from it with sweaty hands, both casting a questioning look.

“It’s nothing serious, two more injections in the next two days, just keep an eye on it during the week.” Lindsey smiled and took the handkerchief Bruce handed her and wiped the sweat off her face.

“The prescription has been written, take the decoction in the dose and we’ll come back tomorrow.” Dr Hunter took one look at Lindsey and politely excused himself.

Lindsey was so tired that she sat on Bruce’s lap as they left the door, hugging him wearily around the waist.

Edward walked them to the lift, looked at Lindsey with distress and thanked her solemnly.

Lindsey waved her hand, rested on Bruce’s shoulder again and closed her eyes in exhaustion. Once inside the lift, Dr Hunter immediately checked her pulse nervously, his brow knitted tightly.

“Don’t worry, teacher, it’s just a lot of work. The long needles are not easy to place and I haven’t moved for a long time.” Lindsey smiled and slowly sat up straight. “Let Sensei take the trouble.”

Dr Hunter tasted her for a moment, found that it was as she had said, and withdrew his hand, telling her lovingly to get some rest when she returned.

Lindsey nodded with a smile, got into the car and fell asleep in Bruce’s arms.

She hadn’t practised for a long time since she returned to B, and she was really tired from all the work she had been doing in and out.

The Hawke family sent over several times to send a letter saying they wanted to invite Dr Hunter and Lindsey to dinner, but they all refused.

The Hawke family sent over several times to invite Dr. Hunter and Lindsey to dinner, but they refused. It is a doctor’s duty to heal and save people, so accepting gifts would be a loss of heart.

On Sunday, Lindsey returned from a shopping trip with Larissa, and Bruce came after her just as she entered the flat, accompanied by several stylists.

Looking coldly at the room full of people, she asked suspiciously, “What’s going on?”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“There’s a dinner party tonight, and I’ve had the invitations for days, so I just remembered this afternoon.” Bruce took her hand and apologised softly. “I know it was rather rushed, but promise there won’t be a next time.”

The pathetic look made Lindsey couldn’t help but feel soft. “Come on, I’ll do as you say.”

Bruce instantly spread his face, catching her hand to his lips and kissing it hard. “Lindsey, you’re so sweet.”

Bruce’s hand was withdrawn and he pulled her onto his lap with ease, not caring how many people were watching, and kissed her.

Lindsey struggled for a moment, blushed and pushed him away, and dutifully took the dress from the stylist to the bedroom to change into.

Chanel’s small white dress of the season, a few steps too over the top and would have been too rude. The pure white colour of the gown was a perfect match for Lindsey’s already fair skin, which was even more glowing and healthy. The knee-length umbrella skirt showed off Lindsey’s long legs to their fullest extent.

Looking in the dressing mirror in her bedroom, Lindsey was pleased with the outfit Bruce had chosen for her.

After leaving the bedroom, the stylist simply combed up Lindsey’s long hair and tied it in a sharp ponytail as per Bruce’s request, followed by a few touch-ups to suit her features.

The look was a touch of sophistication, but also a touch of femininity.

With everything in place, Lindsey got up and changed into the red sky-highs, also brought by her stylist, and smiled flirtatiously at Bruce. “How’s that?”

Bruce’s eyes flashed in awe and he gulped subconsciously, sliding his wheelchair closer and gently taking her hand, “It’s beautiful, a hundred times more beautiful than I could have imagined.”

Lindsey smiled and leaned down, her delicate red lips smiling against his ear. “No use being so sweet-mouthed, I’m not going back there tonight.”

Bruce coughed dryly and wrapped his arms around her soft, slender waist in a smooth, mute plea. “Better go back, the house is empty and I’m scared to live by myself.”

Lindsey slapped his hand away and lifted her chin proudly. “Then just go on being scared.”

Bruce dropped his eyes and curled his lips quietly when she wasn’t looking. What did it matter if she didn’t go back, he’d just come over …

The car arrived at the West Court Hotel, where the dinner was held, and the two of them became the focus of the reporters’ cameras as soon as they got out of the car. Bruce was prepared for this and let Cary and Hector walk in front of him so that the press would not block the entrance.

Bruce was the last to arrive for the grand finale, and of course, the most important and the most popular.

The lovely Lindsey graciously pushed his wheelchair into the lobby, oblivious to the jeers and admiration of the crowd. But on such occasions, one is bound to meet a few acquaintances.

At this moment, for example, they were stopped by Phoebe, who was smiling, but the contempt in her eyes was clear: “Bruce, I heard you were engaged, congratulations.”

Lindsey kept the polite smile on her face and exchanged a faint glance with Bruce, her body reacting with subconscious alarm.

Bruce smiled back, his meaningless gaze falling to Phoebe’s face with a puzzled question, “I don’t think I need your congratulations.”

Phoebe was exasperated, but maintained her proper decorum and pretended to be light-hearted in her banter. “The journalists on the floor are curious, I’m just congratulating you on their behalf.”

The words landed and the limelight flashed all around her, as if to confirm her words.

The smile on Bruce’s face, gradually deepened a few degrees, only for his eyes, which were not half as warm, to grow deeper and deeper.

He swept a circle of reporters who were busy taking pictures, and his evil voice, with a hint of dominance, rang out calmly, “Then thank you all so much for your love, especially you, Phoebe.”

Phoebe’s head exploded as she felt the murderous intent in his eyes and winced as goosebumps sprang up all over her body.

Taking a hesitant step back, she opened her mouth for a long moment before speaking incoherently, “I just … wanted to congratulate ….”

Lindsey looked at her terrified look with a surprising calmness in her heart and lowered her head slightly to remind Bruce softly. “If we don’t get upstairs, we’ll be rude.”

“As you wish.” Bruce tilted his head slightly, his gaze gentle and doting as he locked eyes with her for a moment, gesturing with a smile for Cary to continue on his way.

Phoebe was furious and resentful that she had hit a nail in the head, but she couldn’t do anything about it, so she watched them walk away.

Once they were in the lift, the lobby, which had been noisy, cooled down a little. Aurora, who had been standing in the corner watching the drama, clasped her hands to her chest and muttered irritably to Selena, “The more I see of that idiot, the more I don’t like him.”

“It’s good that Mr. Grant looks good, but I was really worried about The Corfield family.” Selena was impressed: “It’s a good thing we didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“The Corfield family has been hacked once by that idiot, so I guess he’s just trying to get back on his feet this time, but he’s been publicly punched in the face again.” Aurora sneered disdainfully, “A smart person wouldn’t put hatred on the table.”

As the words left her mouth, a low voice, slightly hoarse, suddenly sounded behind her, “Miss Aurora, you have such a high opinion, I admire you, Fang.”

Aurora and Selena turned around in unison, and when they saw it was Burton, they both looked a little disdainful and turned back again.

Burton was not impressed, his thin lips curved into a mocking curve, rubbed his nose and added, “Actually, I do have a way to make that little girl, Song, never enter The Grant family.”

Aurora’s heart stirred, but her face did not show it, and she did not even look at him.

It was Selena who couldn’t hold back and said with feigned surprise, “Isn’t this Burton? I heard that after you joined The Grant Group, you were just an ordinary employee at the bottom.”

Burton’s face was sulky, his eyes fixed on Selena with a deadly stare, and he abruptly raised the corners of his mouth in an evil smile. “So what, it’s only temporary now.”

“But who knows, how long is that temporary.” Selena laughed with a sneer. “As long as Mr. Grant is around, the Grant Group’s estate will never be in the hands of an outside name.”

Not wanting to waste an expression, Aurora reached out and gave Selena a tug. “Selena, let’s go upstairs, the dinner is almost ready to start.”

“Well …” Selena smiled and took Aurora’s shoulder, raising an eyebrow at Burton in triumph.

Burton begrudgingly turned to suppress his anger for a moment, a debonair smile on his lips, and turned to walk away.

“Is it true what he said.” Selena looked at Burton’s dashing back and asked curiously, “Isn’t he in trouble now.”