My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 132

Suddenly, Patrick stepped on something and fell down.

Before he fell, he did not hold his lifesaver, but let go of her hand and fell on the sofa, covered in sand.

He always called her a fool.

In fact, he was the fool.

Patrick laid there, and said self -deprecatingly: "Look at me, I'm so happy that I can't even walk."

Alice laughed, then extended her hand out to him and said gently, "Stand up."

Patrick looked at her hand. Her fingers were white and slender, and the shape of her hand was very beautiful. That time in the snow, she was still a girl. Even her hand was small, it can help him up.

Patrick stared at her hand in a daze.

"What's wrong?"

Alice asked.

Patrick stared at her hands, "If I had been in the snow that year, and still had a sliver of strength left, I would definitely have done one

thing."

"What is it?"

Alice asked in confusion. She stopped her hand in mid-air when suddenly, Patrick took her hand and grabbed her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Caught off guard, Alice fell onto his body with a scream, and her entire body pressing heavily on top of his body.

He held her left arm in time to keep it from trembling.

"Is it fun?" Patrick smiled at her like a naughty child.

"Not fun."

Alice answered honestly, struggling to get up. He grabbed her, not allowing her to get away. He laid on the sand, grabbed a handful of sand and sprinkled it on her body, then said with a pity, "This is not snow, otherwise it would be much more romantic."

"You know it too, stop sprinkling it."

Alice hid her head.

She didn't think it was romantic.

Patrick was addicted to playing, so he sprinkled some sand on her, as if he wanted to recover the memories that belonged to two people.

Alice was unable to stand up, so she could only lift her head up and sprinkle some sand on Patrick's neck. He hugged her tightly.

She lay down on his chest again, held tight by him. The sand in her hand spilling back into the ground.

This kind of extremely intimate feeling made William's face inexplicably appear in front of her eyes.

Alice's face turned white. She instantly lost all interest in playing around, laughed and said gently: Alright, get up, if people outside knew that you, the dignified Crown Prince of Miller, was playing with sand, many people would have gone blind with your titanium dog eyes."

Patrick said with a look of helplessness, "They also didn't know that the Miller's Crown Prince was once blind."

Other people knew that he was the Crown Prince of Miller.

As long as Alice knew that he was only Patrick.

"..."

Hearing that, Alice leaned on his chest, a look of unease flashing past her eyes.

Having been blinded, being raised by his parents, so this had always been an obstacle in Patrick's heart.

Patrick laid there and stared at her deeply. In the darkness of the night, her face was exceptionally charming. She looked at him with her eyes that had just been wet with tears. Her pale lips were alluring him.

Patrick's throat tightened, and he slowly raised his head to lean towards her.

Alice knew what he wanted to do and subconsciously shrunk back. Patrick pressed his hand on her back and continued to lean towards her.

Alice stared at him blankly. She didn't blush at all and at the same time, she couldn't find any reason to reject him.

She stared at his handsome face as it drew closer and closer to her

Suddenly, the sound of a car could be heard in the amusement park under the night sky.

The strong lights shone down on them ...

The two of them were dazzled by the light. They looked forward at the same time and only saw the intense spotlight.

"Come on, be careful. Get up."

Patrick helped Alice to stand up from the sand, and looked towards the direction of the lights with a frown, raising his feet and walking forward.

Alice suddenly realized something, and immediately grabbed onto his hand, her voice hoarse with fear, "Don't go over there."

"What's wrong?"

Patrick looked down at her, and her hands were trembling.

There was a whistling sound, and suddenly the car was speeding toward them, its headlights shining down on them.

"Let's go!"

Patrick then grabbed Alice's hand and quickly retreated, leaving the sofa.

The car also veered, still racing toward them. Over the sand, the tires lifting up a lot of sand

Patrick continuously pulled Alice back.

The car drove like it wanted them dead.

Seeing that it was about to crash into her, Alice did not think much of it and rushed forward to stand in front of Patrick.

Patrick looked at Alice in shock. He didn't have time to pull her back.

The car drove on crazily.

Immediately, there was a loud sound of brakes, and the black car suddenly stopped in front of Alice.

The distance between her and the car was less than 20 cm.

Heavy brake marks were left on the ground.

Alice watched dumbfoundedly with a pale face and messy legs.

"Alice, what are you doing?" Patrick reacted, holding her from behind, and berated her, "How can you block in front of me?"

Alice blurted out, "I'm used to it."

As when he was young, he couldn't see, and many things were blocked by her.

She was used to taking care of him.

Hearing that, Patrick's heart ached as he frowned, "I've already recovered my sight, idiot."

He was a man, and he didn't need her to protect him.