My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 122

The doctor did not say anything and continued to bandage Alice, the strength in his hands becoming weaker.

Alice laid on her bed, still sleeping soundly. Her brows were knitted continuously, as if she was enduring the pain even in her dreams.

As William watched, his chest felt like it was being grasped by something.

After the doctor finished bandaging Alice, he took out the transfusion bag.

William was startled, "Why transfusion?"

"This young lady has a fever, don't you know?" "It could have been from the coldness, or it could have been an inflammation of the hand."

"A fever?"

William was shocked, he immediately rushed forward and pushed the doctor aside, extending his hand out to touch Alice's forehead.

It was boiling hot indeed.

He didn't notice and she didn't want to talk to him about it. She would rather be tortured by him.

This woman was truly stubborn to the extreme.

William turned his head and said coldly: "Daniel, call the doctor at home!"

"Yes." Daniel, who was standing at the side, nodded after hearing what he said. He then asked, "Is it Doctor Clyne, who serve in Imperial Castle?"

"At home, in England."

William said decisively.

"What?" Call the doctor in England? " Daniel was shocked.

Miss Alice only suffered some injuries and had a fever, was it necessary to call William family's private doctor?

That was a doctor who specialized in taking care of the old William and his wife. He would never be used by anyone else.

"If I tell you to do it, then do it! Hurry up! Arrange for them to take the Private aircraft and hurry over! " William saw that Daniel was not moving and immediately shouted.

"Yes, young master."

Daniel did not dare hesitate anymore and immediately went out.

William stared at the doctor, "Help her reduce her fever, then you won't be needed anymore."

Domestic doctors like to use transfusion, which will cause some damage to the body and lead to a decrease in the function of immunity of this woman.

"Oh, yes, Mr. William."

The doctor nodded.

The rain continued to fall continuously. Alice woke up 24 hours later.

When she opened her eyes, she saw William.

As he stood on the bed, his tall and big body made it impossible for others to ignore his presence.

He seemed to like standing at heights. Was he afraid that others would not see him?

Seeing that she had woken up, William immediately squatted down by her side. Releasing his tight eyebrows, his handsome face was no longer tense and his lips raised in an arc, "You're awake? How is it? Does it still hurt? Are you hungry?"

Alice lay there without any strength in her body. She was in pain and her head was muddled.

She stared at him, and the memories came back to her.

She wanted to make things clear between them.

However, he simply pushed her onto the bed, recklessly abused her, using his most primal desire to torture her.

Again and again.

How unreasonable.

Until she fainted in his arms.

Thinking about it, Alice looked at him with hatred.

It was the same every time, he stubbornly believed only what he believed, and never listening to her.

Whatever he wanted her to do, she had to do. She could not be allowed to deviate from his path.

"Are you hungry?"

William continued to ask as he stared at her.

Alice turned her face, and did not let his hand touch her. Her resistance was obvious, and she did not even look at him.

William's hands stiffened beside her ears, silently tightening.

He looked at her, suppressing his irritation.

Alice used her right hand to support her as she sat up. She discovered that her left arm had already been rebandaged. The only thing she could move now was her left hand's fingers.

It was as if all the energy in her body had been sucked out, and every inch of her body was screaming in pain.

"Any discomfort?" William asked with his sexy voice.

Alice sat there silently, looking down at her left arm without saying a word.

William was completely ignored.

Suddenly, a flame of anger rose from his chest, and he said in a gloomy voice, "Can you speak to me?"

Was she going to give him the cold war again?

Every time he got a little angry, she gave him the cold face.

Who was above and who was below?

Alice tilted her head and said indifferently, "It's useless for me to say that, then, what can I say?"

Whatever she said would be rejected by him, the paranoia.

She was just his dog, so she should be recklessly toyed with, shouldn't she?

Then what else can she say?

"You..."

William was enraged once again, and almost punched her.

After a moment, he forcefully suppressed his anger, stood up and jumped off the bed. He walked out with hurried steps.

He couldn't control himself.

If he stayed any longer, he would hurt her again.

But he didn't want to hurt her again.

Alice watched as his figure disappeared from the bedroom. Not long later, she heard the sound of footsteps from outside and the terrified scream of the maid.

"Bang!"

"Ping!"

"Clang!"

Hearing the noice, Alice closed her eyes, her head was like splitting in pain, as she knocked on her head.

William's temper was extremely bad, he could never hear any word that would go against his intention, and never cared about anything.

Therefore, she didn't dare to rashly anger him. Every time, she would be pulled to the extreme like a spring.