My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 346

No TV.

No computer.

There wasn't even a phone.

William slowly walked to the bedside and sat down. The bed was very soft, there was only a single pillow on top of the huge bed, he could almost imagine Alice's belly rolling around on top of it.

The pain of being placed under house arrest roamed through her body.

William did not dare to continue thinking about it, his fingers moved to the side of the bed, where there was a piece of wood, he touched and felt some carvings.

William immediately lowered his head to look, the engravings were extremely messy, and he could not tell what it was carved on.

After thinking for a few seconds, William laid down on the bed and placed himself in Alice's usual position. He laid there and looked at the bedside, the marks on the wood clearly showed.

It was carved with a lot of words —

I hate you.

Countless "I hate you" had been put together. All these marks were somewhat disorderly. They were not carved with a knife because they were shallow and deep.

It was cut with a fingernail.

Did she carve such marks here on every night she was sad?

She hated him.

If wasn't him, she couldn't have gotten to this point.

He couldn't protect her, he couldn't find her, he never even believed in her...

William's slender fingers slowly caressed the sides of the bed, the marks on his fingertips were like countless small knives.

His bones and blood ached as if they were being peeled off.

He looked to the side and saw that there was an IV drip rack beside him. The fluid in the IV drip bag had not finished flowing and was still dripping from the tip of the needle. A large amount of transparent liquid had already gathered on the ground.

She was taken away.

She had been taken away.

William got off the bed and powerlessly sat on the floor beside the bed, leaning on the bed.

His black eyes stared fixedly at the marks. Some of the marks were crooked, and some of the marks were so forceful that it seemed as if he wanted to vent all of his hatred on them.

"I'm sorry."

William leaned on the bed and apologized softly. He lowered his head and leaned on the bed.

I'm sorry.

He was too late.

He had clearly inspected this area before, but he didn't save her.

"Young Master."

In the quiet bedroom, William sat on the floor while leaning on the bed. His handsome face was pale white, and his pair of eyes was gloomy.

Seeing that someone had entered, William calmed his mind and asked coldly: "How is it?"

"We've already searched up and down the tower, but we haven't found Miss.Clyne." Daniel stood there and reported, "Could she have been moved away?"

"Do I need to kill the bodyguards and doctors I hired before I took her away?"

William asked coldly.

Hearing that, Daniel asked in shock, "Then who killed the person? And the Miss.Clyne, has she been kidnapped again? "

It wasn't enough that Miss.Clyne was fall into the hands of Madam, now whose hands could she fall into?

Is there really so many people who want to deal with Miss.Clyne?

"You're asking me?" William grabbed a pillow and smashed it hard onto the ground. He glared at him fiercely as he went completely hysterical, "Go and search! Find her for me! Whether they are human or ghost, dig them out for me!"

Whoever took his women would have to pay the price!

"Yes, young master." Daniel lowered his head, not daring to risk William's wrath to speak more, and withdrew with his head lowered.

The moment Daniel left, the anger on his face immediately disappeared without a trace, and only fear remained on his face as his slender fingers were buried in his short hair.

Why did her disappear again?

"I won't let anything happen to you. I will never let anything happen to you again." William leaned towards the side of the bed, his hand caressing those marks, the thin lip trembled. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Alice, I'm sorry. I will find you. Please wait for me. You must wait for me."

William muttered, his pitch black eyes slowly filled with a layer of water glow.

Half a year.

He hadn't seen her in half a year, so why not let him see her before they took her away?

A single glance was enough for him to hope that it would become an extravagant dream.

William's fingers slowly curled tight.

She hated him.

He had spent half a year to find this place. He should have arrived earlier, it would have been better if he had arrived earlier.

Why was he one step away!

Why was he always a step away from seeing her? Just a little bit more and he would have been able to see her! Just a little more!

William sat on the ground, his heart felt like it was being stabbed by a blade, the outline of his face looked extremely weak and haggard.

William sat on the ground for two hours.