The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce turned his face away, took a deep breath, and when he turned around again the red faded a little, but you could still tell he was having a hard time holding it in.

Lindsey was so frustrated that she got up and lifted the covers, helped him out of his trousers, then brought the urinal and said, without emotion, “Come on.”

Bruce sullenly gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and peed.

Lindsey pinched her nose and stepped back with a grunt as she finished. “Is there anything else? No I’ll call both the attending and Dr. Hunter to come over.”

Bruce knew better than to push her too hard and nodded embarrassingly.

The attending doctor said the same thing as always, that it was not very useful to stay in hospital without surgery.

Old Mr. Grant then came to the hospital and without hesitation decided to be discharged. After the discharge procedure, Bruce was placed on a stretcher and returned to the Grant Residence for follow-up treatment.

Lindsey, who was inevitably accompanied by Aurora, watched as the ink dripped from her face, but with a bit of pleasure.

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Back outside the old mansion, Aurora had come all the way from the hospital with her, but Bruce stopped her from entering.

He says that the lady of the house has returned and refuses to receive outsiders.

Aurora was so embarrassed by the situation that she was furious. “Bruce, what do you mean!”

“You’ve been allowed to live here for years before, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Bruce narrowed his eyes to the sky, his voice chilling. “The Grant family is not a place for you to spill your guts!”

“You’ll regret this!” Aurora dropped the words through clenched teeth and turned around angrily.

As she staggered past Lindsey, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped it hard.

“Miss Aurora, please behave yourself.” Lindsey snapped her wrist when her palm was less than five centimetres from her cheek. “I don’t have a very good temper, and I have a respect for people who respect me.”

“That’s enough!” Old Mr. Grant, who had already entered the courtyard, came back with a loud scolding. “What’s all this noise about?”

Aurora was so stubborn that she didn’t care about her parents who arrived after her, and her eyes were as angry as if they were on fire.

Old Mr. Grant narrowed his tiger eyes, his sharp gaze falling on her as he asked in a deep voice. “Do you think so?”

“Uh …” Aurora was caught off guard by the question, and Old Mr. Grant’s rhetorical question was wrong no matter how she answered it.

She wanted to say she was, but both The Grant family, The Hawke family knew in their hearts that she and Bruce were not married and were not protected by law.

To say no would be to admit that she was uncultured and had come to the door to spill her guts for no reason.

In the midst of this dilemma, Rhett smiled and came forward to apologise to Old Mr. Grant. “Aurora is young and doesn’t know any better, so don’t take it personally.”

“Not so young, she’s 25 this year.” Old Mr. Grant grunted, threw his arms out, turned his back and walked back into the yard.

Rhett’s smile dried and a cold sweat seeped onto his forehead for no apparent reason.

Lindsey let go of Aurora’s hand in time, looked down and straightened her clothes, and joined Dr Hunter in carrying the medicine chest from the car to the side yard.

As soon as she had left, Aurora immediately sank her eyes, ignoring Rhett’s warning, and turned her head out the door to board her car.

To hell with the hostess! Sooner or later she would have to pay this debt with interest!

As Rhett watched his daughter’s back, a sense of foreboding crept into his mind and he winked at his wife.

Merry had been brought up in a scholarly family, and after marrying into The Palvin family, she still had a sense of nobility in her bones.

So she was dismissive of her husband’s attempts to curry favour with The Grant family.

She pretended not to take the hint, and with an indifferent expression lifted her feet and entered the courtyard.

As she passed the path leading to the side yard, Lindsey’s face suddenly came into her mind, and Merry was struck by a familiar feeling.

It was only the third time she had seen Lindsey, and the familiarity was too strong for her to be suspicious.

Remembering the way Old Mr. Grant had treated Lindsey, Merry’s mind wandered a little.

The more she thought about it, the more she sat down in the main room, the more she felt that something was wrong, but she didn’t want to interrupt. After a few moments of pleasantries, the group went to the side yard to see Bruce and left one by one.

Merry went back to the car, thought about it and asked Rhett, “Does that Lindsey look familiar to you?”

Rhett, still annoyed by Old Mr. Grant’s cold attitude, said casually, “I’ve seen her a few times, so I’m not surprised she looks familiar.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Merry pursed his lips and said seriously, “Did you ever think she looked a lot like someone.”

Rhett pondered for a few seconds, shaking his head uncertainly. “No. To say that Aurora is no less pretty than she is, and as for upbringing, she really doesn’t look like your average mountain kid.”

Merry agreed with his statement, it was just that which struck her as odd as well. “I don’t think it’s like a mountain child either.”

Rhett had no intention of discussing Lindsey as a person; he was most worried about the attitude of The Grant family, but he couldn’t ask about it yet, so he couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

Merry sensed the perfunctory nature of the conversation and left it at that, looking out of the window thoughtfully.

–The

The courtyard of the Grant Residence.

In the gazebo, a chess board has been set up and Old Mr. Grant is holding his cup of tea, looking sternly at Lindsey across the room, “Why do you look so upset?”

“Old Mr. Grant, is it inappropriate for me to stay here.” Lindsey looked up from her eyes. “Bruce is married now, after all.”

“There’s no wedding and no formalities, so who can say anything.” Old Mr. Grant looked slightly displeased. “That said, we The Grant family are the ones who have wronged you.”

Lindsey’s heart stuttered and she smiled lightly away. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

“When Bruce is well again, you take a moment to get the marriage license.” Old Mr. Grant set down his cup of tea, his tone unmistakable. “I told you to get a marriage license three years ago, and if you had listened to me, I would have had great-grandchildren by now.”

Lindsey blushed and looked hesitant. “Grandpa, isn’t that too much of a bully.”

Old Mr. Grant probably didn’t expect Lindsey to say that, and became a little angry. “How’s that for bullying.”

“What is Grandpa going to do about the relationship with The Palvin family.” Lindsey replied. “Even if there’s no wedding, no registration, it’s Miss Aurora who’s married to Bruce in a dignified manner for outsiders to see.”

“You’re getting more and more mouthy after a few years.” Old Mr. Grant laughed in disbelief. “Don’t worry about that, the formalities will be done later.”

Lindsey was speechless, so he nodded sullenly.

After a game of chess, Old Mr. Grant waited for the herbs from Cloud Mountain to arrive and gave a few words of advice before heading back to Nine Lakes.

Lindsey sent Old Mr. Grant away and, in strict accordance with the instructions he had received from his grandfather, picked out the herbs, put them in a large dust and boiled them in proportion.

After seeing that the soup was in good condition, Lindsey immediately told Dr. Hunter, “Take his clothes off, wait for the water to cool down to about 50 degrees, and go in for a half hour.”

“I don’t agree!” Bruce lay on his back, glaring at her with a grimace. “Everyone else out, Lindsey stays.”

Dr Hunter rubbed his nose and greeted his assistant and carer as they exited together.

Once they were gone, the treatment room was instantly silent, Lindsey clasped her hands to her chest, her eyes indifferent as she looked at Bruce without saying a word.

Bruce, not to be outdone, narrowed his starry eyes dangerously and glared back in anger.

After a long standoff, Lindsey felt the water was almost warm and calmly dropped her hands to the edge of the bed, leaning down to look at him with interest. “You think playing hard to get is working, huh?”

Bruce swallowed unconsciously and met her gaze sheepishly. “I said I couldn’t let anyone else see it.”

“That’s what you said, not what I had to do with it.” Lindsey laughed under her breath. “It’s not like I’m the one lying in bed anyway.”

What a time to be childish with her.

With that, she ignored his nonsense, straightened up and turned her head to walk out the door.

“Lindsey!” said Bruce, completely furious at this. “You come back here!”

Lindsey turned around calmly, a harmless smile on her face, her clear, bright eyes looking straight into his. “Sorry, I’m deaf, I can’t hear you.”

The moment he stepped out of the treatment room, Bruce’s low, angry growl rang out.

Lindsey shrugged her shoulders, rippling and passing a wink to Dr Hunter as she padded to the living room and sat down, taking out her phone to call Edward.

It did seem a little unwarranted that a night had passed without even a phone call since he’d been caught in the third hospital yesterday.

There were still two more shoots to go for the proxy hardcovers and Lindsey’s original plan was to finish the shoot and attend the associated event.

Then, as arranged, departed to begin the screening of the first group of children with congenital hearing and visual impairments.

The amount of money raised was so large that the team had to reorganise their original thinking and separate out the medical piece and recreate a new schedule.

The call was answered and Lindsey pulled back from her thoughts and spoke with a soft smile. “Busy?”

“You’re okay.” Edward knew she had been taken away by The Grant family yesterday and his heart was sour. “Did Bruce do anything to you?”

Lindsey rolled her eyes breathlessly. “Nothing, I have time this afternoon on my side and the hard copy shoot can continue.”

“Good, I’ll let your assistant know to come over and wait.” Edward was still a little uneasy. “What exactly did The Grant family ask you to do?”

Lindsey pursed her lips and teased, “Don’t pry into what you shouldn’t.”

Edward was depressed, but he wasn’t one to pester, and after digressing to talk about work for a while, he hung up the phone.

Lindsey put the phone away and, seeing that it was about time, got up and went into the treatment room.

When Dr Hunter saw her enter, a relieved smile appeared on his face. “It’s about time, should we start applying the needles.”

“Hmm.” Lindsey nodded and took the acupuncture kit he handed her, unfolding it and placing it on the tool table.

Bruce soaked in the scalding potion for a while, his tanned, wheat-coloured skin red, as he was lifted onto the treatment bed by the orderlies.

Lindsey glanced at him and saw that he was wearing trousers, and her face turned grim. “You’re not allowed to wear anything tomorrow while you’re in the herbal bath.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow, thinking more and more that she looked good when she was angry, so he deliberately made a point of being right. “No another soak.”

Lindsey stifled her anger and got him on his back to remove his trousers, followed by a relentless slap to the injured area.