The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

“No.” Bruce was so ecstatic that he couldn’t resist taking her into his lap and wrapping his lips around her pouty red ones.

Lindsey responded sweetly, her hands involuntarily wrapping around his neck.

She’d put up with it for three years and didn’t want to put up with it any more, she liked him and loved him, she just let it happen.

It was afternoon when she got out of the bedroom.

Hector sat sullenly in the living room surfing the internet, lifting his eyes without saying a word when he saw them come out.

Bruce took Lindsey’s hand and sat down, looking at him suspiciously. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a story from overseas that’s being picked up like crazy by the national media.” Hector lifted his hand and moved his laptop over. “It’s about Miss Young ….”

“It’s better to call her Young Lady from now on, Miss sounds harsh.” Bruce corrected his name, took the pen drive and looked at it carefully.

The so-called foreign press was reporting the same old story, but it did piggyback on The Grant family, with words that cast doubt on the origins of The Grant family’s estate.

Bruce’s eyebrows lowered as he glanced at Hector and asked coldly, “When did this start.”

“Er …” Hector raised his eyes and looked away with a flickering gaze, his face slightly unnatural. “When the young lady was giving you the treatment.”

“Ahem …” Bruce and Lindsey both coughed dryly and lowered their heads sheepishly.

A few moments later, Bruce lifted his arm around Lindsey’s shoulders and asked graciously, “Does Cary know yet, tell him to find out the source as soon as possible.”

“Carl’s already working on it.” Hector watched the two get mushy and retreated with good sense. “I’m going to go to headquarters. Besides, Miss Aurora hasn’t left and is still waiting outside the gates.”

Bruce waved his hand in a muddled manner, his eyes turning soft as soon as they fell on Lindsey’s face, “Come somewhere with me, we’ll go out the back door.”

“Where are we going?” Lindsey had a hunch he was holding back some bad idea. “I’ll go with you if you say so.”

“Shhh …” Bruce made a gesture of silence, brought the umbrella and took her hand outside.

Once outside the side yard, the two of them followed the path through the courtyard until they came to a rockery in the backyard before stopping.

Bruce looked around and with a smile on his lips, he fiercely took Lindsey into his arms and mysteriously turned back onto another path.

About five metres further on, a small archway appeared.

Bruce fished a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door and pulled Lindsey through as quickly as he could.

Behind it was a narrow alleyway, out of which the driver approached in an empty car.

Lindsey raised her eyebrows in surprise and blushed a little as she remembered how he had slipped out the back door every night to look for himself during the time his leg was out.

When he got into the car, Bruce took her into his lap and kissed her white, delicate neck. “Are you hungry, if so we’ll go to Moon Pavilion for dinner first.”

“Fine.” Lindsey nestled in his arms, looking weary.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She hadn’t actually slept soundly one night since his old injury had returned.

She knew she shouldn’t think too much about it, that his fall had been an accident, but she was still worried.

Kaley was back, and there was no telling what he was up to this time.

Burton was still in prison and Kaley had tried and failed to get him out, showing how angry Old Mr. Grant had been back then.

Narrowing her eyes, Lindsey thought of nothing else.

Bruce’s arms were as warm as ever, and Lindsey leaned back for a while, tired, and yawned. “I’m going to sleep, I’m really sleepy.”

“Go to sleep, I’ll call you when we get there.” Bruce kissed her neck, his arms tightening, locking her firmly in his arms.

He had been waiting for the chance to pick her up and take her home since she returned, and fortunately it had finally come.

The night was low outside the window and the car was speeding out of town and onto the highway.

Lindsey slept drowsily and was extraordinarily relieved to know that Bruce was with her.

After an hour or so, the car exited the highway and entered the suburban villas of the county.

This area of the villa has been developed for many years and many of the city’s biggest entertainment bowls have invested in it, as well as some cultural celebrities who have bought homes here.

Charlotte bought the villa four years ago, originally wanting to keep it as a wedding home for her and Mack’s marriage.

Since they got married, they have been living in Fragrant Garden and have not been able to come over.

He and Lindsey had spent too much time apart to be together and he didn’t want to see the psychotic Aurora pestering him.

A short while later, the car entered the neighbourhood.

Bruce woke Lindsey up and got out of the car himself first, followed around the back of the car, opened the door and carried her down.

Opening the door and entering, Lindsey’s mind cleared and she blinked curiously.

It was very homely and rustic, with a similar approach to the cottage at CharlotteFragrant Garden.

Placed in his chair in the dining room, Lindsey narrowed her eyes, sniffed hard at the aroma of the meal and looked at him with a smile. “How long has it taken to prepare?”

Having brought her all the way to another house, it didn’t take a guess to know what he was holding back.

“Since your return.” Bruce leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the corner of her mouth. “The house was bought by my eldest sister and no one has been over to live in it.”

“Oh, then why did you bring me here.” Lindsey curled her lips in a wry smile.

“For the honeymoon.” Bruce kissed her again and pulled her to wash her hands.

Lindsey’s cheeks burned slightly, he was too energetic for that.

It was all Lindsey’s favourite food, and as she was really hungry, she ate very quickly, earning a laugh from Bruce.

“When we were in Africa, we ate in short bursts and had to wear protective clothing at all times for fear of contracting HIV.” Lindsey had the sense to slow down the pace of her meal. “It’s good to have something to eat and eat slowly, you’re sure to starve to death.”

“That hard?” Bruce’s heart ached as he unconsciously reached over and gently caressed her face. “I’m sorry for putting you through this.”

Lindsey fell silent and inclined her head to kiss his hand. “That said, I should thank Aurora.”

Bruce blushed slightly.

The smile in Lindsey’s eyes deepened. “Three years ago, we were both too young, and Grandpa wasn’t really comfortable with us being together every day.”

She put her chopsticks down and leaned back in her chair.

Outside the window the insects were chirping and inside the house was cool and quiet. During the three years in Africa, whenever she was about to get uncomfortable, she would imagine him by her side.

He was the source of all her heart’s strength, no matter how hard or tiring it was.

“In the time I’ve been away, I’ve met many, many people and encountered many, many odd things.” Lindsey smiled, her brow gentle and serene. “That was when I thought that when I came back, if you had married Aurora, I would go to another city with Edward.”

Bruce pursed his lips and put his chopsticks away too, his hands casually propped up on the table, his deep gaze enveloping her in a deep sulk.

“But then again, I don’t think you’d like her.” Lindsey leaned in and took his large, obviously much rougher hand in hers, a smile in her eyes. “After this, I never want to be separated from you like this again.”

“I won’t.” Warmth rose in Bruce’s eyes and he suddenly lowered his head to kiss her.

Lindsey pushed him away in time to pick up her chopsticks and continue eating.

It was incurable, couldn’t talk properly.

Bruce was dumbfounded, a smile floating unconsciously on his lips. There was nothing between her and Edward, he knew that.

When they had finished eating, they hugged each other and went to sit in the living room.

Bruce went and poured two glasses of red wine and embraced her as she sipped. No one knew they were no longer in the city, and no one knew they were here.

The missing three years were regrettable but, as she said, rewarding.

Lindsey took a sip of her wine and fell into his arms muttering like a kitten. “What kind of ecstasy did you give Aurora, and why is she so persistent?”

“How should I know …,” Bruce sweated, putting the wine down and moving to take her onto his lap, lowering his head to kiss her deeply.

Lindsey let him kiss her for a while and pulled his hand upstairs.

Bruce looked at the time and was a little suspicious to find someone who was still early. “What’s wrong?”

“Confidential.” Lindsey turned back and smiled sweetly at him. “Scared?”

How could he be. Bruce narrowed his eyes and went quiet.

The villas in this neighbourhood were all detached and came with large yards.

When they were bought, Charlotte had the maids plant a lot of trees around them for privacy.

Going up to the first floor terrace, Lindsey pulled him onto the sofa and without warning, she pounced on him, smiling at his dumbfounded look. “Giggling?”

“No …” Bruce was stunned for a second and then lost his smile as he rolled over and easily pinned her underneath him.

The next day they slept until noon.

The maids had prepared lunch, so Lindsey ate her fill and went to her room to change into her swimming costume and go for a swim in the backyard.

Bruce took a few phone calls, glanced through the floor-to-ceiling window, went to his room to change into his swim trunks and went downstairs to keep her company.

The swimming costume she had picked out was so sexy that after one lap he couldn’t stand to swim with her and stopped, hugging her and kissing her lips, which were still slightly red, furiously.

Lindsey was speechless when she heard a call come in on her mobile phone and pushed him away to swim back to the shore.

The call was from Larissa, asking if she was free to meet for lunch.

Lindsey told her she was out of town, but Larissa suddenly said, “Have you seen the news? The president of Midstar, who was hanging out with Aurora, was attacked.”

Selena was attacked? Lindsey raised an eyebrow and subconsciously looked over at Bruce, who was still soaking in the water, and shook her head no.

“Wanna know, who attacked her.” Larissa sold a gloating tone. “I saw the pictures and the hit was too light to kill.”

“Pfft, do your fans know you think that.” Lindsey joked, bending down to pick up the bath towel on the lounger and laying down on it comfortably. “You don’t have to rush into it, let me guess who it is.”

Selena had been fixed by Hector once before, and this time out, he wasn’t following, could it be him again?

Thinking about it again, I don’t think so, Bruce had a much older way of cleaning her up than this.

“I’ll give you a hint, it’s not your brother, but it’s something to do with you.” Larissa was still smiling, in all sorts of good moods.

Something to do with herself? Lindsey pursed her lips, coldly thinking of someone.