My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 103

H—e was not a nosy man.

Patrick looked at her deeply.

Because her heart was wavering on William, he was afraid that she would not be able to take back her heart.

He wanted her to take the initiative and leave William.

"Because I want to help you." Patrick stood up from the bench and stared deeply at her, "Because I don't want you to continue staying by that man's side."

His voice was gentle, but each word was firm and stubborn.

Alice looked at him in shock, unable to react for a long time.

The light in his eyes was hard for her to understand.

A breeze blew, and the fragrance of flowers wafted in the air. The two of them stood face to face with each other as their minds drifted about the matter.

Patrick stared at her, his gaze landing on a strand of hair on the side of her face, as he extended his hand to help her organize it.

Alice took a cautious step back.

His hand froze in the air, along with his heart. He could not go up, he could not go down, and it was hung up there.

"You shouldn't have said that."

Alice glanced at him, then turned and left. Her arm was grasped by Patrick from behind.

She turned her head in shock.

Patrick looked at her deeply, "There are something that I don't want to say so soon, but I'm afraid that if I don't, I won't have the chance to say them in this lifetime."

I'm afraid that if I don't, I won't have a chance to say it in this lifetime.

He actually said such a thing.

Alice looked at him in a daze, completely forgetting to struggle.

"I know, you think that my current identity is still Mary's husband, so I'm not suitable to talk about this with you. What if I'm not?" Patrick stared at her and asked.

"What?"

Alice was shocked.

"I ..." Patrick was about to continue speaking, but his phone suddenly vibrated. He still held onto her arm with one hand and picked up the phone with the other, "Hello?"

Immediately, Patrick heard something, and his face sank.

"Did you find out who was the one behind the scenes?" Patrick asked coldly, his expression serious.

The mastermind?

What is that?

Patrick was quietly listening from the side. After listening for a while, his lips suddenly parted as he laughed, "I think I know who is attacking from behind. Let my father—in—law handle this matter."

Father-in-law, her foster father?

After Patrick hung up the phone, she could not help but ask: "What happened?"

Patrick glanced at her, the glint in his eyes deepened slightly, then said in detail, "These few days, the Miller's stock market was maliciously attacked, and some secret information inside was leaked by the employees. If I were to say that it should be William's doing, would you believe me?"

He observed her expression, wanting to know just how high of a position William had in her heart.

William's dirty hands?

Alice suddenly thought what William had said. Because of the matter of the relationship between father and son being broken, William was extremely disgusted with her family.

"Do you believe that?" Patrick asked.

"He wants to help me vent my anger." Alice immediately asked. She did not have any intention to blame William, and only asked, "Can you deal with it?"

Patrick did not think that she would have such an answer.

He thought that she at most did not believe what he said and only believed William. He didn't think that she would directly define William's actions as venting her anger.

Patrick laughed bitterly, "Is William that important to you?"

"Can you handle it?"

Alice asked.

"Yes." Patrick laughed bitterly, "Originally, I was still thinking when this show would end, but William intervened in, just allow me to end this scene in time ." "What?" Alice looked at him in confusion.

"Very soon, you will know." Patrick stared deeply at her, and his voice carried a trace of bitterness, "Very soon, it will definitely be very soon."

Patrick seemed to have said the last sentence to himself.

Alice couldn't get an answer from him, so she took a step back and said, "You seem to have a lot of things to do, don't worry about me, I'll settle my own matters by myself."

With that, Alice turned and left.

The moment she turned around, Patrick's voice rang out, "Rosanna is in my hands. If you have any next steps, you should inform me first."

Alice left without looking back.

Patrick stood there, and the wind making his clothes flutter, as he looked at Alice's back.

Why did he think it was too late?

He could change back into the Patrick of the past, but what about her? Is she still the Alice of the past?

Day after day, different stories played out in the bustling city.

Alice sat in the taxi, opening up the car window to let the wind blow. She rested one hand on the window to watch the scenery outside, watching the people and buildings along the road retreat.

The wind was warm on her face, irritably warm.

Her phone vibrated.

Alice picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"It's me." William's magnetic and lazy voice sounded out beside her ear, speaking in a lazy tone.

"Yeah, I know."