The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey blushed slightly, but didn’t show any sign of it, smiling and nodding at Adem.

Adem finished his part of the renovation and then talked about the guidance and help Bruce had given him during the course of his business, with a strong tone of admiration.

Lindsey didn’t want to hear about Bruce and couldn’t resist interrupting him after a few moments. “Have you been back to Samuel lately.”

Adem had been under the impression that Lindsey’s disappearance was really a study abroad, as Bruce had said, and therefore hadn’t noticed the change in her mood. “I go back once a month, to clean the house and weed Grandpa’s grave.”

“Thank you.” Lindsey’s heart instantly felt warm when she heard that the old house was cleaned regularly. “I’m going back tomorrow, I’ll borrow your car.”

“What for? I’m going back with Xiaoxia tomorrow to discuss the wedding, so we can go together.” Adem looked to Lydia at his side, “You tell the waiter to serve the food.”

Lydia smiled and winked at him as she got up and left the small courtyard.

As soon as she left, the atmosphere became a little chilly. adem cleared his throat innocently and added, “By the way, Bruce comes every year for the Qingming Festival, when are you planning to get married.”

“I used to ask you when you were getting married, why now it’s your turn to ask me.” Lindsey joked with a smile. “Isn’t it true that once your identity changes, you subconsciously focus on other single dogs.”

Adem laughs again, a look of obvious embarrassment on his face. “I don’t focus on other people, you and Bruce have been together for over four years, it’s time to get a license and get married, if you keep putting it off the relationship will fade.”

Lindsey exaggeratedly laughed away, just as Lydia returned from her visit, and sidetracked the conversation by asking how his eco-farming was going.

The old friends reunited and the conversation went on and on about the same old things, but it was a good time.

The next day Lindsey went back to the city to pay her respects to her grandfather’s grave, and in the afternoon she left for L city, where she didn’t stay long, and after dinner she took a flight back to B city that night.

When she left the airport terminal, Lindsey looked at the time and walked in the direction of the airport bus.

She had just taken a few steps when she bumped into a wall of people, knowing that she had been paying attention to her surroundings.

Rubbing her sore nose, she looked up and saw Bruce, and Lindsey’s face froze.

Bruce’s back was to the light, his cold face a little blurred, his clean, crisp scent filtering into Lindsey’s nose on the wind.

She looked at him in silence, her pretty face unhappy, her eyes indifferent and detached.

Bruce met her gaze, his eyes looking insistently into hers, and opened his mouth, his voice still a little cold. “Get in, I’ll drive you back downtown.”

“Thank you, Mr. Grant, for your kindness.” Lindsey curled her glistening red lips and nodded courteously at him. “But I won’t need it.”

Bruce’s long-held anger reached a breaking point and he suddenly grabbed her arm. “Come with me.”

Lindsey tilted her head slightly and asked with an exaggerated expression, “Mr. Grant, are you talking to me.”

The dismissive and distant attitude made Bruce’s anger grow, and he brought her violently into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her fiercely.

Lindsey didn’t move, didn’t even resist, just stared at him with wide, unblinking eyes.

Bruce’s restless heart cooled a little and he let go of her in dismay. “I’m sorry.”

“Mmm.” Lindsey grunted expressionlessly, broke his grip and crossed over, lifting her feet and continuing towards the airport bus.

In the blink of an eye, Bruce reached out and grabbed her arm again, taking her in his arms by surprise. Trembling, he held her a little tighter, as if with all his strength.

Lindsey’s response remained docile, allowing him to hold her without resistance or struggle.

But the more she did, the colder Bruce’s heart became, until every inch of it turned to ice. But he didn’t let go, instead he leaned down and sniffed greedily at the scent of her hair.

Lindsey’s patience ran out a little, and seeing that the airport bus was about to fill up, she closed her eyes and raised her hand through clenched teeth.

“Bruce …” Bruce collapsed limply onto Lindsey with a vague smirk on his face.

“Send him back, he’s just passed out.” Lindsey handed Bruce over to Cary. “I have things to do, contact Edward if you need compensation, he knows where I am.”

With those words, without even looking at Cary, she sprinted to the bus in one breath and squeezed in with her feet up.

“Young lady …” Cary shouted breathlessly, dropping his eyes to look at Bruce in his arms and resigning himself to carrying him back to the car.

Lindsey returned to the city late at night and Larissa was not there.

She had left a note on the coffee table in the living room saying that she was at a film promotion and would not be back for a few days.

Shaking her head, she went to her room, grabbed her pyjamas, took a comfortable shower, and then switched on her laptop to surf the internet.

She had come and gone in a hurry on her trip to Cloud Mountain and had no time to follow the news in the past few days.

The headlines in the entertainment industry change day by day, and even on the same day, there are different stories breaking at each time of day. Lindsey was relieved to see that the news about her was dwindling, and she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up the next day, she remembered the promise she had made to Old Mr. Grant and hesitated, but went downstairs and hailed a taxi to Nine Lakes.

On the way, the driver stole glances at her from time to time, with an envious tone. “Little girl, do you have relatives who live on the mountain, or is your home here?”

Lindsey froze and couldn’t help but lose her smile. “Why do you ask that.”

“You don’t know?” The Master looked incredulous as he spoke as if he knew the people who lived on that hill.

Lindsey listened with pricked ears to his talk of Old Mr. Du, to his talk of Old Mr. Grant, and a few of the old generals who had died, with a secret sense of amusement. The world sees the glory in the old generals, but forgets how those men fought on the battlefield in the first place.

They forget that every step they took was a mountain of blood.

Forgetting that the peace we have today was fought for with those men’s lives.

“You haven’t said if you’re from that mountain.” The Master spoke half-heartedly, seeing little reaction from Lindsey, and wondered.

Lindsey laughed and said she was a nanny on the mountain and didn’t know who was who.

The Master seemed disappointed and stopped talking to her.

Lindsey raised an eyebrow and closed her eyes in peace. When she arrived at the bottom of the hill, Lindsey paid for the bus and got out, accepted the identity check at the kiosk and slowly made her way up the hill.

In three years, two less people had lived on the hill, and there was a certain amount of sadness for both Old Mr. Grant and Elder Du. So when she received the call from her senior brother, she came back without saying a word.

With the prosperity and peace, they should see a few more years of peace and harmony in Kyushu, and see more and more of this magnificent mountain and river, getting better and better.

When she entered the small courtyard, Old Mr. Grant was weeding the vegetable patch. Lindsey greeted her and went over to help in a good manner.

“Go and get the chessboard out, it’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone to play with.” Old Mr. Grant straightened up, dropped the weeds from his hands and paced to the gazebo with his hands behind his back. “It’s useless of my old man to put you through this.”

Lindsey pursed her lips and lifted her feet to the living room to bring out the chessboard.

“Lindsey doesn’t feel aggravated.” Lindsey placed the board on the stone table and sat down with a straight face. “Grandpa doesn’t have to keep holding a grudge, Bruce hasn’t failed you, and I, for one, haven’t failed my grandfather.”

“You.” Old Mr. Grant took the chess piece and gently dropped it. “Lunch is here.”

Lindsey was just about to refuse when she saw Bruce come out of the building, looking at her with a particularly pleased look. Well, here we were, and avoiding it wasn’t an option.

Old Mr. Grant didn’t say anything, but after two games he became a little tired and pushed the board back to the house to rest.

Lindsey and Bruce followed him in and took their seats quietly.

The lunch was a bit boring, Old Mr. Grant was not in a good mood and Lindsey and Bruce had their own thoughts. When the meal was over, Lindsey received a call from a member of the Foundation staff and politely excused herself.

“I’ll see you off.” Bruce followed, standing up and following with a wrinkled brow.

Lindsey didn’t stop him, but stopped walking out the door and looked back at him slowly. “Don’t make it hard for Grandpa, he’s in his eighties, you know what I mean.”

Bruce pursed his lips and reached out with his arms, holding her firmly in his arms. “I don’t want to understand.”

“Don’t make me.” Lindsey pushed him away and turned decisively.

Bruce stood where he was, his gaze transfixed on her back, his hands hanging at the side of his legs slowly, slowly clenching into fists.

He returned to the courtyard and entered the living room when he heard Old Mr. Grant’s unpleasant voice ring out. “Pack up and get back at once, Lindsey can’t get away, don’t let her down.”

Bruce pursed his lips and nodded heavily.

She couldn’t run away, not in this lifetime.

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Lindsey went back to Larissa’s flat, rested for two days, woke up early on the fourth day, washed up, and took her laptop to Wind Entertainment.

Edward was still on his way when she arrived, and his assistant opened the door to the entertainment room before retreating sagely.

Lindsey took a quick glance at the familiar layout, put the computer down, walked over to the pool table and grabbed a cue to tee off.

The white ball, with its powerful force, crashed through the pile and landed precisely on the 9 ball.

Lindsey raised an eyebrow and set up his stance again when a cheer came from behind him. “You’re really getting me curious.”

“Curious about what …” Lindsey turned back and looked at Jesse with a smile. “What gave you time to come over?”

“Came to deliver the invitations.” Jesse squeezed his eyes at her and gracefully opened his bag, pulling out an invitation and handing it over. “Keep it a secret and don’t tell him the truth.”

“Good point.” Lindsey took the invitation with a raised eyebrow and carefully placed it in her own bag.

Jesse leaned over slightly, his smile teasing. “I’d hate you if I wasn’t uncomfortable with him.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“It’s no fun repeating the same old story.” Lindsey shook the cue in her hand and raised an eyebrow, “Want a game?”

Jesse curled his lip and walked over to pick up another club.

Jesse was a much more mature and sensible person than Aurora, who was also the daughter of a family. She was glad that she had seen Lindsey for who she was early on.

She lives her life with openness and calmness, and doesn’t think she’s a woman who will suck up to anyone just because she’s from a lower class background, nor does she think she’s a woman who’s been in The Grant family.

A shot in the arm, Jesse looked up at a bemused Lindsey and suddenly smiled. “You’re probably the most gutsy mistress I’ve ever met.”