My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 228

"What name?"

Alice came back from her thoughts and asked indifferently.

"One thought is worth one thousand years."

William's voice was extremely magnetic, as he enunciated these words word by word. Alice was shocked by his voice, from his ears to the nerves in his entire body.

One thought is worth one thousand years

It was actually such a name.

Like an oath.

Alice touched the jellyfish pendant on her chest, touching the cold touch, her eyes revealed that she was moved.

Is it 10,000 years since I read it?

Is that what you mean?

"To the bottom of the sea." William suddenly turned her body, as his black eyes stared at her in displeasure. "Alice, you still owe me one more time to dive!"

Last time, she ran away for him!

Forget about running, forget about running to save Patrick!

"Heh, you still remember." Alice laughed dryly.

"Of course, I do!" William glared at her and reached out to pinch her cheeks, "Wait for your legs to recover, then come with me to the sea! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

Alice looked at the anger in his eyes, then grabbed his arm and looked at the time on her watch, changing the topic, "Hey, it's already 1 o'clock, we haven't even eaten lunch yet, I'm going to go cook dinner now."

With that, Alice turned and left. 1 o'clock?

William lowered his eyes and looked at the time on his watch, his eyes turning cold. In another hour, Patrick would be out of San Francisco.

Beside the airport, the Queen's Italian restaurant was decorated splendidly. The windows were bright and clean, and a faint fragrance wafted through the air.

The guests were all holding suitcases in groups of twos and threes, waiting to catch the plane.

At the corner, a handsome young man was sitting with a brown suitcase by his side. He was looking out the window at the passersby one by one. His long and narrow eyes were filled with loneliness.

It was Patrick.

He sat there, coffee after cup.

"Sir."

The waiter came over and refilled his cup.

Black coffee.

Patrick hated bitterness the most, but he had already drunk a few cups of black coffee. In the past, Alice would never let him have it.

Patrick lowered his gaze and looked at the time on his watch. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

He had been waiting here from morning until now, and he had already guessed the outcome.

The person who could pester him for six years could just ignore him.

Was it really so heartless?

Patrick, what are you hoping for? Damn your heart.

Now she won't see you drinking black coffee and giving him yours.

Patrick sat there with an expressionless face and disappointment in his eyes.

"I'll marry you in the future."

A youth's voice suddenly sounded.

Patrick turned his head and saw a young man and woman, both around 13 and 4 years of age, sitting on a table at the side.

Their parents were at another table.

The girl sat there, her face red. "Why do you keep saying that?"

"Because I want to marry you, and you'll be my wife in the future." The youth said in a serious tone, his voice hoarse from the change in tone.

Patrick looked at them and his vision blurred. His memories returned to many years ago.

At that time, his eyes were blind, and the world was dark to him.

Alice was the only light in his boundless darkness.

When he first arrived at home, he had the anger and inferiority complex of being abandoned. He was taciturn, did not shout for food when he was hungry, and did not shout for drinks when he was thirsty.

It was at that time that Alice's voice appeared beside his ear.

"You are called Patrick, I heard mother say that you are the young master, but I am not a servant girl. My name is Alice."

She said that her name was Alice.

From then on, Alice took care of his drama, he did not see anything, and sometimes he felt that she was the only one in the entire time.

It was her who held out the cup to him.

It was her who had placed the rice and chopsticks in front of him.

She even helped him to bed.

At that time, Alice accompanied him as he slowly familiarized herself with her family. Since his young master's temper was bad, she did not mind and continued to accompany him, always accompanying him.

"Then can you stay with me forever?"

The young girl at the table suddenly asked the youth, her face blushing with a hint of shyness.

Patrick's eyes were startled as he stared at the girl. Alice had asked him the same thing.

He couldn't see it then, and now he thinks that her face must have been red.

"If you can stay with me forever, I'll promise you. You have to stay with me forever!" The girl at the table said, speaking very seriously.

"Got it, I will accompany you." The youth said impatiently.

Patrick fixed his gaze on them, a trace of light gradually appearing in his sad eyes.

Why did he give up? Why did he give up?