My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 113

She is a woman.

"You actually want another woman to climb onto your bed and give your man a massage. Do you have to have such a big heart?" William roared at her, extremely dissatisfied.

The first day he returned to his hometown. In his imagination, it should have been the romantic world between the two of them.

Hearing his words, Alice said lightly, "It's just a massage."

Hearing that, William immediately sat up on the bed, his pitch-black eyes staring straight at her, "It's just a massage? "You don't mind?"

His voice was magnetic but sullen.

"I don't mind." Alice shook her head.

"You really don't mind?" William glared at her, not letting go of even the slightest of expression on her face.

How could there be a woman who didn't mind this?

Unless she didn't care about him at all...

Impossible.

She loved him.

She loved him so Much, she even painted him in a comic book. She was just pretending.

Alice still had that indifferent expression, she shook her head, "I really don't mind, aren't you in pain? Rosanna knows how to massage, and if she does, you won't be in so Much pain."

After saying that, she turned around and left.

She had to work hard to create opportunities for Rosanna and William.

Before she could walk out the door, a pillow hit her back.

"Get the hell back here!" William stared at her, "Massage me."

"I don't know how to massage." Alice said.

"Just randomly massage." William said in a deep voice, he stared at her back figure, and his gaze became increasingly gloomy, "Don't talk back to me! Otherwise, I really will kill you."

He had said a hundred times that he would kill her, but in the end, he had done nothing to her.

Alice turned her head around, only to see that William had already laid on the bed, with his face on her arms, and his face still pale white.

Forget it.

It was still better to follow the sequence and get closer to it, so that William would not be able to discover her intentions.

After thinking about it, Alice walked over to the bedside, took off her shoes, sat on the ground beside him and started to massage her back.

She massaged her hands in a disorderly way.

It was almost like knocking on the door to wherever it was.

Sometimes hard, sometimes soft.

She thought that after a while, William would become impatient, but in the end, William let out a sigh of satisfaction, "Hmm, today what you did the best were massage and cooking."

Which of his eyes had seen her intent?

Haven't you had a massage before?

Alice shook her head speechlessly. After pressing for a while, William said, "Sit on my back and press."

"No."

"Sit."

"No."

"Then do you believe that I'll sit on your body?" If he wasn't really full right now, he would have been more willing to come and massage her.

Shameless!

Brawler!

Shameless!

Alice resented him and unwillingly sat on his back and continued to massage his shoulders and back. He exerted even more strength into his hands and wished that he could squash this pervert to death.

"Yes, comfortable."

William praised in satisfaction.

Alice used all of her strength.

"Mm, this is just the right amount of strength."

William was even more satisfied.

Alice cried, she was tired and out of breath, and lost.

William felt that her soft hands were pulling on his back. Smelling the light fragrance that belonged to her on the blanket, he closed his eyes in pleasure.

This was a person's life.

He was going crazy for not being able to stay with her when he was overseas for a week.

Her small hands pressed down on his back, then clenched into fists, each blow like a blow to the pit of his stomach, making his battered stomach feel less uncomfortable.

William was just like that. He would take a liking to anyone and do anything to anyone, such as Alice.

This was the most comfortable moment of the day.

His eyes were closed, the thin lip raised an arc in the air, and his face looked extremely handsome.

Suddenly.

Alice's voice sounded above his head, "William, there's something I want to tell you."

"What?"

While Alice massaged him, she said carefully, "I'm inviting Rosanna and Bob to stay here for a while, is that okay?"

Hearing this, William's eyes suddenly opened, full of haze, "That little pervert? "No way!"

That's your son.

Alice's face was filled with black lines, "He’s only a little over two years old, how could he possibly be a pervert."

"No." William firmly refused.

"But I've already invited them." Alice said.

"That won't do. I'm above you, you're below me. I have the final say!" William replied tyrannically.

With things having gotten to this point, Alice could only act shamelessly, "This is my house, I can invite whoever I want."