My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 371

W—ith that, Patrick helped the drunk Alice up.

"Don't touch me."

Alice frowned in disgust, when she saw his face, a look of astonishment flashed across her drunk face, but in the next second, she immediately struggled out of his embrace, her voice carried a hint of drunkenness, "Patrick, why are you here?"

Even when she was drunk, she still had to keep distance to him.

The sadness in Patrick's eyes faded, and his voice was as gentle as the spring wind, "I came to see you. You're drunk. I'll send you back."

"Oh, okay. Anna, we are leaving."

Alice nodded her head heavily, then stumbled to the side.

Patrick helped her pick up the bag hanging on the chair, then rushed forward to help her up. Alice's face was as red as an apple, she pushed away his hands once again.

Patrick frowned.

Anna was arranged to return home in another car.

As the black car drove on the road, Alice sat on the back seat and opened the window to let the wind in. Her eyes quietly stared at the light outside the window as she looked confused.

The acrid smell of alcohol filled the car.

"Why are you drinking so much?" Patrick picked up a bottle of mineral water and handed it over to her, then said with concern, "Drink some water."

"Thank you."

Alice said gratefully, she took the water and drank it, suppressing the alcohol in her body, but her mind was still muddled.

"Does it feel bad?"

Patrick worriedly asked as he raised his hand to her face and pressed on her temple.

"I'm fine."

Alice said, and pushed Patrick's hand away, with obvious intentions of resisting.

She leaned closer to the door.

Immediately after, her body was turned around by Patrick. Patrick pressed down on her shoulders and stared at her with a sense of self - deprecating sorrow, "Are you so cautious when you're drunk? Afraid that I'll eat you?"

Alice's head felt heavy and dizzy, her eyes met his gaze.

The sadness in his eyes was so obvious.

Alice looked into his eyes. He always spoke like this, drifting at the edge of flirtation.

"Patrick, don't have feelings for me beyond friendship. I'm not worthy of you."

Alice said it out loud after got drunk.

Hearing this, Patrick's mouth revealed a bitter smile, "Alice, are you really drunk or just faking it?"

Alice looked at him, her eyes opened slightly due to the alcohol, but his face became blurry in front of her, and his face turned into two faces.

"Don't waste your time on me. You are so good. I, a woman with children, am not worthy of you." Alice muttered, her mouth was reeking of alcohol, she stretched out her hand and shook it a few times before pushing his hands away.

As soon as she was out of his grasp, she slumped heavily against the closed door and looked drunkenly at the endless line of streetlights.

The light was blurred in her eyes.

"If it's just because of your inferiority, I don't care."

Patrick said as he stared at her face.

Alice leaned on the window, her eyes looked out in a daze, her lips moved, "I don't dare to love you anymore, Patrick."

"Do you not dare to love me, or do you not dare to love anyone?"

Patrick asked with a low voice. He reached out and took off the hair band on her ponytail.

Alice remained silent, guilt was shown all over her face.

"Won't you answer? You have to tell me. Are you punishing me?" Patrick laughed bitterly as he played with her hair band.

Patrick's words made Alice's head feel even heavier.

She felt dizzy.

His voice had always been gentle, but there was a hint of unrelenting determination in it.

He was punished.

The scariest thing wasn't the punishment, but the moment you left the stage, you lost all your fighting spirit.

This was the most terrifying aspect of it.

Alice thought as her gaze swept across the scenery outside. Suddenly, she saw a brightly lit hospital.

The hospital where William stayed.

"Stop the car." Alice thought, she was really drunk, she suddenly called for the driver to stop.

The driver pulled slowly to the side of the road.

Alice's mind was a mess, she didn't know what was going on with her, she just wanted to go to that hospital all of a sudden.

She really wanted to.

Alice pushed open the door of the car and stumbled down, heading towards the hospital.

Patrick looked at the faraway hospital, his brows knitted slowly, and his eyes turned dark.

Alice tilted her body as she walked forward. Her legs were as weak as if she was stepping on cotton, her body was as light as a feather. She stopped beside a street lamp with one hand holding it, her eyes, during the whole time, were looking at that tall building of the hospital as she extended her finger.

One, two, three, four.

She remembered that William's room was on the fifth floor, the sixth window from the right to the left.

6th.

That one.