My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 230

Too vicious.

Alice looked at him in disbelief before suddenly turning around and running away.

William stood at the same place, his face was filled with anger, and his eyes filled with intense jealousy and hatred.

In his mind, if she fell in love with him, she shouldn't have any feelings for the opposite sex. Otherwise, she wouldn't love him! She had a guilty conscience!

He was jealous.

Crazy jealousy.

After a long while, William gritted his teeth, and suddenly ran out.

Alice ran to the side of the fountain pool, and saw the reflection of her face in the water. William chased after her and held her hand, "You are not allowed to leave! You're not allowed to leave!"

"Let go."

Alice struggled desperately.

"Where do you want to go? |'m not afraid to tell you the truth, Patrick is sitting on that

plane, something happened to him! If you go and chase after him, he'll just be a cripple! " William clenched his teeth and growled, "Why can't you stay by my side in peace?"

"Who didn't want peace?"

Alice didn't know how William could still act so righteously, as if something had happened to Patrick. "Let go, William you bastard!"

She struggled desperately to push him.

"Alice!" William took a step back and glared at her, "Have you really loved me? You never forgot about Patrick!"

he shouted hysterically.

He suspected her again.

His paranoia was so terrible that it could happen at any time.

Alice's eyes were filled with tears. She looked at William, her lips trembling, "Have I ever loved you?"

"You ..."

"William, is your EQ really that low? You clearly caused me to almost die, but I fell into a depression, it's because I don't love you, I know that you have the responsibility to get married, I don't love you, I know that I don't deserve you yet I still have to work hard to improve myself, it's because I don't love you, William, I don't love you at all, are you satisfied

with my answer?"

Alice said with a trembling voice, her gaze extremely sorrowful.

William fixed his eyes on her, his hands gripping hers tightly.

A flash of understanding passed through his eyes, and he suddenly remembered how hard she had tried to attend the event with him this morning.

He almost forgot.

He was blinded by jealousy.

She stared at him, tears streaming down her face. With despair in her eyes, she continued to struggle, "I will not forgive you for what you have done. Let go! "Let go!"

William stared at her as her tears made his heart ache.

He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "Alright, alright, I shouldn't have doubted you. Don't cry anymore."

His chest hurt from the crying.

"Let me go! William, you bastard! Your homicidal maniac!"

Alice shouted loudly, her fingers desperately trying to pull his hand away, her nails scratching the back of his hand.

William frowned in pain, but his hands still held tightly onto her, and roared, "I'm not a homicidal maniac! I didn't do anything!"

Hearing that, Alice's gaze turned serious, "Impossible, then how did you know he was on this plane?"

She doubted it, but her hands slowed down and stopped struggling.

"Patrick sent you a text message saying that he wanted to see you before going to France. I didn't want you guys to see him, so I deleted all the text messages." William said in a serious tone.

Alice stared at him in a daze, not knowing if she should believe it or not.

Did he just delete the message?

"You don't believe me?" William glared at her, "I already said, if I wanted to strike, I would not let you know, and I would not cause an air accident! Not to mention you, I guess all the media suspects that I did it."

Alice calmed down in his arms. Actually, she didn't need to stay calm either.

Subconsciously, she was more inclined to believe in William.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her pink lips trembled. "Just say it directly."

She really thought it was him.

She was in despair. At that moment, she suddenly didn't know who else she could trust or why she had any reason to live.

"I can't control myself; I can't take it anymore when I see how much you care about Patrick! I don't know who you love! " William's face turned ugly as he said.

"You still have the mood to think about this at a time like this?" Alice didn't know what to say to this man, "If you really kill him, no matter how much I love you, I won't forgive you."

It had nothing to do with who she loved.

His thinking was always so strange.

William also knew that he had lost control of himself just now. He stood there silently; his face extremely unsightly.

He couldn't help the jealousy and suspicion. He didn't want to see an expression on her face that cared about any of the opposite sex.

Seeing William like this, Alice understood that he had gotten sick again.

Isn't one of the obvious symptoms of paranoia being crazy to not trust his partner's loyalty?

Just as she was about to let go of his hand, William grabbed her wrist and stared at her, "You still want to leave?"