My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 107

"—Bam!"

William picked up the cup and smashed it onto the ground, and water splashing everywhere and the cup shattered.

"What the hell!? She still wants to rebel? "

William shouted.

"It should be a traffic jam." Daniel laughed.

"Blocked in the middle of the road?"

William roared, he stared at his phone and growled, "If you don't want to call, I'll call!"

Alice, you're dead today!

William called, but no one answered the phone.

A phone call.

Two calls.

Three calls.

Hearing the long bell, William immediately went into a rage. He stood up and kicked over the tea table, his face turning extremely gloomy, he used his phone to leave a message and shouted, "Alice! Are you f * eking going to rebel? What did I tell you? If I can't get off the plane and see you, you can just wait for death! I warned you not to let me down, and you still f * eking dare to ...!"

His voice suddenly stopped, and his pitch -black pupils abruptly contracted.

Break an appointment.

The only person he had ever been given a date with in his entire life was his brother.

In the most decisive way. The car was destroyed and everyone died.

"Young Master." Daniel walked over from the side and reported, "I called Port of Heaven. The maid who was taking care of her said that she had left an hour ago to pick you up."

More than an hour ago.

Even if she climbed, it would be time for her to reach the airport.

William's huge figure shook, he almost fell down. His long fingers holding onto his phone tightly as he gritted his teeth, "Check for me!"

"What?"

Daniel was stunned.

"Check if there's anyone called Alice in all the hospitals! Go to Police station and check all traffic accidents!" William roared at him.

Accident?

Could it be that Miss.Clyne is ...

"Yes, I'll check it out right away." Daniel nodded.

William ran out with his phone in hand. His handsome face was pale white as he stared straight ahead, his chest jumping even more violently.

No.

She wouldn't do that to him.

William placed the phone in front of the thin lip and roared loudly, "Alice! As long as you are fine, I don't blame you for not keeping your promise! Did you hear that? I won't let anything happen to you!"

Nothing happen.

There could not be another person who would use such an absolute way to break his promise! Absolutely not!

In Miller Group, Alice rushed out of the elevator and ran. She didn't have any direction, just kept on rushing forward.

She didn't know where she wanted to go.

"Alice!" Patrick ran out of the elevator and caught up with her in the tea room. He grabbed her arm and said, "Don't run away."

Alice stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Patrick. She stared at him blankly with a pair of red eyes.

"Alice, are you alright?"

Patrick never thought that her first thought would be to run after hearing that he had recovered his memories.

Alice stared at him blankly, her eyes unblinking. After a long while, she slowly extended her hand out and said: Rock-paper-scissors.

Her voice was low and tremulous.

Patrick lowered his eyes and looked at her hand, instantly thinking of the game they played when they were young.

"Alright."

Patrick smiled and released the hand that was holding her arm, and said: "Rock-paper-scissors."

He pulled out the scissors.

She took out the cloth.

The obvious answer.

However, Patrick acted as if he did not see anything, he only stared at her face and asked gently, "Alice, what happened to you?" Just like when he was young, he was blind. When he played this game, he would always ask a question.

Hearing that, Alice's voice trembled even more,

"It was a rock."

"Is that so?" Patrick smiled even more brightly as he looked at her lovingly, "Alice, you've won again. You're really amazing."

You won again.

To put it simply, she won just like that.

"..."

Alice stood there, tears flowing down her face. She looked at him in disbelief, her lips trembling.

He really did remember.

After a few years, he finally remembered.

She thought that he would never be able to remember her again. She thought that there was no miracle in this world.

"Idiot, what are you crying for?"

Seeing her like this, Patrick's heart ached. He reached out to carefully hold her face and wiped her tears with his fingertips.

Unlike the last time in the alley, she was very resistant to his proximity.

This time, she didn't push him, just let him wipe eyes.

Her vision was clouded with tears, and his features were blurred in her eyes.

Vaguely, she saw the boy she used to love, the one who had birthday with her on the balcony, the one who hated suffering, and the one who was gentle and taciturn ...

He's back.

He really came back.