My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 374

"Alice! You're not coming over, are you? Fine! I'll find you now! I want to see where you can run to!" William said loudly in displeasure.

"I'm already in the hospital."

Alice said indifferently. Her eyes were no longer filled with hesitation, but determination.

"Really?" William's tone instantly changed into wild joy, then suppressed it, he cleared his throat and said, "Then why haven't I seen you, are you in the elevator?"

There were other sounds, like the sound of someone jumping off a bed.

It was very loud.

A patient jumping off bed?

'Tm in the hospital garden. Come over here, just by yourself, okay?"

Alice said calmly.

Today, she had to explain everything to William clearly.

He had once tried to pull her away from this abyss, but now, he regretted it. Now, she was trying to pull him away.

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

In less than five minutes, William was standing in front of her.

The white gauze covering his forehead had been removed. His face looked better than it was two days ago, other than a wound, there was not a single blemish on his face.

He stood there, his dark eyes were fixed on her, a fruit basket was in his hand.

Alice was stunned.

Didn't she throw away the fruit basket?

"You bought it?"

William asked as he looked down at her. His black eyes were dark, and there was a hint of satisfaction in them.

She actually came with a gift.

This woman made some improvement.

Alice hesitated for a second before nodding, "I bought it."

"Then why not bring it in? but put it on top of the dustbin, you know it's too ugly? " William coldly snorted and sat down next to her. He tore off the wrapping on top of it and used his two hands to take out the fruits inside one by one, then placed them back.

He had his own set of rules for placing fruits.

Sure enough, his paranoid personality disorder had not been cured.

Alice sat there, she quietly stared at the man in front of her.

He deserved better.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

Hearing that, William raised his eyes and looked at her, "Isn't it a little late to ask now? My injuries are almost healed."

It was just a few stitches, with the best medical skills, it wouldn't even leave a scar.

'Tm not asking about this injury."

Alice said lightly.

William stared at her. Alice pointed at his body and said slowly, "I'm talking about this, the injuries caused by your father hitting you and your self-mutilation."

William held a peach, and upon hearing this, his eyebrows twitched, and he angrily bellowed: "Who told you, that old man Daniel?"

"I just know." Alice stared at him, "Where's the wound?"

"It's healed."

William said.

Alice took the initiative to sit down, reached out her hand and ruthlessly pulled William's collar. A button fell on the ground.

William was caught off guard.

She had torn off a part of his collar, and she could clearly see that there was a deep scar on the skin below his collarbone. It was a scar that hadn't healed in three months, and it was still clear.

One could imagine how heavy it was to hit him.

William stared at her, trying to reach out to take her hand off, but her fingers were grabbing his collar, her fingernails touched his skin, as though she was trying to prick his heart.

He suddenly couldn't bear to part from her.

When Alice saw the scar, she suddenly became timid. She did not dare to pull down any further, nor did she dare to look at other scars on his body.

Her hand slowly fell.

William really wanted to grab her hand back. Thinking that there would still be more time in the future, he gave up.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, her voice became sobbing.

"It doesn't hurt. It feels really good when I'm

injured!"

Alice stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

William stared at her face and said, "You don't believe me? When I couldn't find you, even I couldn't stand myself. Being beaten up would make me feel better."

"William!"

Who would have such thoughts?

William looked at her, gazed at her, continued to lay down the fruit in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Alice, in the half a year that I searched for you, I was about to go crazy from searching."

Alice sat on the bench and looked at his handsome face quietly. Her eyes were slightly red, "Sorry, I know nothing."

She doesn't know anything.