My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 337

T—wo months later.

Time flew by quickly; Alice spent every day of her life in the tower in despair. Her body became heavier and heavier, and her stomach visibly grew bigger and bigger.

Her belly was particularly large because of the two babies.

In these two months, Alice did everything she could to call for help. She was so stupid that when she stood by the window at night, she used a light to flash across the sky and sent out an international distress signal, hoping it can be caught by the satellite.

It was ridiculous.

Putting aside the fact that her light was not strong enough, if she was caught by a satellite, who would be able to see her?

No one was her savior.

Two months was too long, to the point that 24 hours per day was like 24 days.

It had been so long that Alice finally resigned to her fate.

She couldn't bear to let go of her baby like this. The only way for her was to wait for the day her baby was born, when they would be completely separated.

From the very beginning, Alice had thought of every possible way to escape, until the end, when she finally understood the reality of the situation, she knew that she wouldn't be able to protect the two babies.

She no longer thought of running away, no longer thought of asking for help. Instead, she drew cartoons, drawing down the events of her pregnancy.

Maybe he really looked at her too sorrowfully, or maybe he just wanted her to find something to do for her to rest her baby. Charles promised that he would save this [Baby Diary] for her and show it to her baby when her baby grew up and became sensible.

Alice sat on a bench in front of the tower, holding onto an easel and a brush, she painted the beautiful scenery in front of him.

She wanted to add a little more beauty to Baby's Diary.

Charles stood quietly beside her and said gently, "Miss Clyne, I only hope that this « Baby Diary» will not be added to the child's resentment, that way, I won't dare to take it out in the future."

Charles knew that her hatred for the Cullen Family was growing day by day.

Sometimes, when she mentioned the Cullen Family, the hatred in her eyes made even a worldly person like him feel afraid.

"I know."

Alice said indifferently as she sat there.

Beside her was a comic book.

As the wind blew, the pages rolled up and the pages turned to pages of comic books. Each page was filled with the smiles of the pregnant mother, who had even painted a funny picture of her vomiting during pregnancy.

This is a relaxed and happy "Baby Diary."

Charles lowered his head to take a look, and his heart that was hanging in the air relaxed. This seemed to be the happy journey of a pregnant mother waiting for her baby to grow up.

Everyday staying in this tower, Alice's hatred for the Cullen Family grew more and more. But fortunately, she didn't pass this hatred on to her child.

Alice drew the scenery in front of her with the brush in hand, it was soft and gentle, the rocks and seawater in front of her, the sky all had a feminine angle to it.

It was clearly a vast and magnificent scenery, but under her hands, there was a faint trace of indescribable sadness.

This is something that many famous painters can't do.

Charles stood by her side and watched as she painted, "Miss Clyne's painting skills are even better, you can completely display this kind of painting in the hall."

The hall he mentioned was naturally a worldclass exhibition hall.

Alice sat there in silence, not saying a word, continuing to draw the scenery with the brush.

She wanted to give them to the babies.

She was trapped here, and there was nothing left for the baby but the painting.

Suddenly, an intense pain came from her abdomen, causing Alice's face to turn pale from the pain. The drawing pen in her hand fell to the ground.

She moaned in a low voice.

"Miss Clyne, are you alright?" Charles hurriedly supported her and asked worriedly. Then, he shouted loudly, "Doctors, doctors, come over here quickly!"

"They're coming."

A few doctors wearing white masks rushed over to check on Alice.

Alice was in excruciating pain. Sweat trickled down her round face and she held onto Charles’s sleeve tightly with one hand. The pain was unbearable, "It's so painful, is my baby alright? My Baby

"It should just be an irregular contraction of the uterus, so there shouldn't be any major problems. Go in and check again so that we can get a confirmation."

A few doctors supported Alice's body up.

The pain made her whole body turn cold. Every step she took, the pain in her stomach grew deeper.

After a long while, Alice's pain in her stomach slowly subsided.

She sat in front of the doctor's desk and the doctor sat there saying, "Miss Clyne, it is indeed due to the contractions, you need to rest in bed."

"Bed?"

"Yes."

"I know." Alice nodded, her hair was already wet, she stood up and left.

The doctor sat there with a thin scar at the corner of his brows. He looked at Alice's back, and his eyes revealed a deep meaning.

Alice took the chance to go upstairs and return to her room.

She asked Charles, "My body is getting heavier and heavier, shouldn't I move down the stairs?"

It is inconvenient to live too high.

"In another month." Charles said, he was also not forcing Alice.

He could tell that Alice didn't like having strangers in her room. Everyone on the tower felt more at ease and they all stayed below to guard, not afraid that she might go somewhere else.

As soon as she went downstairs, there would definitely be people watching her from both inside and outside the room, making her feel even more uncomfortable.