My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 264

While supporting him, Alice was also worried for herself. She couldn't hit him on the head anymore, otherwise, what would happen if the child really died.

When William saw the pool of water, he immediately lifted his leg and sat down. He did not even take off his clothes.

Alice was worried sick for him, "Don't be like this, take off your clothes first."

"I won't."

William lied in the water with his head tilted back. His handsome face seemed as if it had been sculpted, and his black eyes stared deeply at her.

As he read, his eyes were as passionate as water.

Looking at it, William held onto a bottle of bath milk that was placed on the bathtub, he stared at the bottle seriously and said, "Alice, you are pregnant, so you can't go into the sea anymore. I hate you! "You will feel good about my appointment!"

Alice squatted by the side of the bathtub and facepalmed herself speechlessly.

Oh my god.

Which god came to take William in? How could he be called the King of Science and Technology?

That night, William was very rowdy, completely like a five - year — old child. He was not elegant, he did not tyrannical, he did not tyrannize, and he only messed around.

He's been fooling around all night.

The entire night, Alice was almost driven mad by him.

Alice was really not sure how much he drank, she just watched him talk to the wall, talk to the piano and hold onto her toothbrush cup.

And what's more, he was always calling Alice by mouth.

She did not understand, at least she was similar to the person in human form in the Mr. Palace. It was one thing to admit her mistake when she was drunk, but how could the wall recognize her as her?

The next day.

The curtains were open, and the sun shone through the wide French windows, illuminating the ornate bedroom.

Alice sat in front of the piano, one hand on his head, yawning non-stop, his head nodding down again and again, her eyes closed.

"Alice!"

A deep voice suddenly sounded.

Alice's head drooped down heavily. Hearing that, he came to her senses, and stood up from the piano, and turned to look at the bed.

The covers on the big bed were torn off.

William stood there, his bare feet stepping on top of the blanket. His chest was firm and sexy, with sinister eyes looking at her, his face ashen.

"You're awake? The alcohol has awoken? "

Alice asked as she covered her lips and yawned. She was tired and sleepy.

"Alice, aren't you being too excessive, for you to actually let me sleep on the ground?" William stared at her in displeasure, then slowly raised his hand. In his slender hand, he held a bottle of shower milk.

Seeing the bottle of bath milk, Alice could not help but laugh.

"You still dare to laugh?" William was even more furious now; his handsome face was ashen as he glared at her fiercely.

"It's not that I want you to sleep on the

ground, it's that you want to sleep on the ground with me, it's more romantic there." Alice leaned on the piano and explained in detail.

He was the high and mighty William; how could she dare request for his help?

"I want to sleep?" William growled in displeasure, "Then why didn't you sleep on the ground?"

Wasn't she standing there perfectly fine?

"It's not that I'm not sleeping, it's just that you hugged your bathing milk and said that it's your Alice."

Alice said.

She had tried to snatch him back then, but she hadn't been able to.

Hearing that, William's face immediately darkened, he threw the bathtub milk to the ground, a look of awkwardness flitted across his eyes, but very quickly, he said coldly, "You think I would believe you, Alice, I'm not happy that I found a woman, am I? In this way, you get bored?"

Is he bored?

Alice submitted to him, "You lost your memory?"

She should have recorded everything that had happened last night and let him see what the hell she looked like when she got drunk.

"Break what!"

He said coldly, his black eyes casting her a sideways glance. The thin lip tightened its grip, "I still remember the jealous look you had when you dragged me out of her woman's room!"

Alice looked at him in shock. She couldn't tell that he knew how to make up stories.

She had finally seen what it meant to be stubborn.

William snorted coldly, then raised his leg and walked forward. After taking a few steps, the pain coming from his leg made him frown, and he glared at Alice. "Alice, you still dare to hit me?"

"That's right, that's right. I dragged you out of Amanda's bed, dragged you all the way here, and then beat you up. You should be glad you didn't have a dog, otherwise I would've let you sleep in a dog's nest."

Alice started to make things up with him.

William looked at her coldly, the thin lip puckered up and its face did not look good.

Alice did not speak.

William looked at her, then said: "Is there anything else you want to say?"