My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 138

This was an extremely large bedroom which was probably even twice the size of Port of Heaven's living room. It was European style, with a very good handling of space. It was large but did not seem spacious, making it extremely luxurious.

Alice walked in and saw a row of wine cabinets, which were filled with wine from different ages.

Further in, a classical grand piano.

William seemed to like the floor —to —ceiling windows very much. The New York City Headquarters had them, and even the bedroom had a large area of floor—to-ceiling windows.

Alice walked over to the piano.

William didn't seem to like playing the piano.

Playing the piano required a calm mind, so how could William, who had a bad temper, calm down?

Her gaze landed on a corner of the piano's lid. Inscribed on it were two words David

Cullen.

David Cullen?

It was like a name.

Surnamed Cullen, from the Cullen family?

Alice did not spend too much time guessing. She turned around and walked in front of the window, took out her phone and sent a message to Patrick.

[How are you?]

She was worried about Patrick's body.

As long as Patrick was alright, she could set his guard down and walk on the path she had chosen.

The other side quickly replied.

Patrick is very good, there is no need for you to pretend to be nice. I am Mary, I beg of you, eat your food and don't think about what's in the bowl. Slut, don't come and disturb me and Patrick anymore."

Mary?

Why was Mary by Patrick's side?

Alice puzzledly frowned. She thought for a while, then deleted the message.

I hope that Patrick is fine.

He said that he would take her along to jump out of Mary's trap, but she almost pulled him into another hell named William's trap.

What Mary said was also what she was thinking.

For Patrick's sake, she really couldn't drag him into this.

William already knew that from today onwards, she would not be able to contact Patrick again.

"Bam."

The door was pushed open.

Alice turned her head around, and William walked in from the outside. He was wearing a white bathrobe with the collar half open, revealing a firm chest. His short hair was still wet, and one hand was hanging by his side, wrapped in layers of gauze.

Alice's heart tensed up, and she could not help but straighten her body.

William walked towards her step by step, a pair of pitch black pupils suffused with a cold glow. Alice reflexively retreated two steps back, leaning on the French window.

"What are you hiding for? Are you afraid that I'll eat you?"

William looked at her gloomily.

"Nope."

Alice shook her head, her mind working quickly. He hadn't hit her just now, and now his eyes were completely bloodshot. As long as she didn't anger him, he probably wouldn't flare up.

"Where did they touch you?"

William asked.

"They? Who?" Alice asked curiously.

William walked in front of her with a step, then pressed his bandaged hand against the French window above her head. Did they touch your private place? "

If not for the fact that he was furious when he returned and was afraid that he would hurt her in a fit of rage, he would not have let maids touch her.

She belonged to him alone. Neither man nor woman could touch her.

He regretted now that he should not have let the maid bath her.

Hearing that, Alice became a little embarrassed, "No, I just soaked in the hot spring for a long time. They were only responsible for drying me and put my clothes on me."

What was he thinking of, jealous for women?

Did he have to be so terrifying?

"Is that so?" William's eyes shone upon her face, and with a low and magnetic voice, his tone could not be heard, "Then, does Patrick has touch your private places before?"

"Nope."

"Lie." William's tone turned cold, "When you fell on his body, he even touched you!"

Alice was silent. Was he going to continue pursuing the matter?

"Alice, remember this." William raised one of his hands, and his long fingers lifted a strand of her hair, "This is mine."

His fingertips moved to her eyes. "This is mine."

The warmth of his fingertips rested on her lips.

William's finger slowly moved down along the curve of her face, sliding along the curve of her slender neck. It was like a small cluster of flame, extremely ambiguous.

Alice held her breath, and did not resist.

William's hand suddenly went to her chest through her clothes and said tyrannically, "It's all mine. Alice, say it, your entire body is mine!" Alice opened her mouth, but could not say anything.

William retracted his fingers.

Alice frowned in pain, she said, "If I say it, will you let this matter go just like this?"

"You want me to let Patrick go?"

How could William not understand her meaning?

Thinking about Patrick at this time, a hint of fierceness flashed through his hands.

"Don't involve innocent people in this." Alice said.

"And if I say no?"

"What if I said that from now on, I don't want to leave you?" Alice asked.

In exchange for this, he would probably need it.

William's face was cold and hard, his black eyes stared at her maliciously, wanting to see if she was telling her thought.

Suddenly, he lowered his face and approached her.