My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 390

Alice tilted her head and wiped her hair. When she saw him, the hand holding the towel drooped down and stood there silently.

There was silence in the air.

The light was very soft.

After a long while, Patrick opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "Are you blaming me in your heart?"

Hearing that, Alice used some strength to grab the towel, and said, "You did that on purpose tonight, didn't you? You purposely provoked William and acted out this play which caused my mother to feel dissatisfied with William, causing the gap between William and I to grow bigger and bigger, and to be more and more irreparable."

A man's jealousy is often stronger than woman.

Moreover, William also had a paranoid personality disorder, so you were sure that William would lose his composure in front of my mother.

"Are you angry?"

Patrick did not deny it, and asked softly.

Alice remained silent. Just as she was about to raise her foot to leave, her hand was grabbed by Patrick and the towel fell from her hand.

Patrick pulled her in front of him and stared at her with lowered eyes, "Alice, I was just too afraid. You should understand."

If one was too afraid, one could do this sort of thing intentionally or unintentionally.

"Patrick, there are a lot of things that I don't care about, but that doesn't mean I don't know anything. You chose to save me at such a time, you hid the fact that William was looking for me and you secretly monitored my life. Alice pulled back her hand, her voice carrying a bit of discomfort, "But I really don't want to accept this, I feel like a lot of things have slowly deteriorated."

She did not know why all of this had happened.

Patrick was not like this before.

But now he was cautious.

"Metamorphosis?" Patrick gave a low laugh, "Why didn't you say it directly, that I had become scheming?"

Alice lowered her eyes in silence, she did not want to say those words.

He had helped her too much. Anyway, he had saved her from England, and that would never change. She didn't want to put a scheming hat on his head.

"I wasn't like this before, but so what? What did I get in the past? I didn't get anything. Even you, I lost."

Patrick stared at her and said with a bitter voice.

"You will be able to obtain me if you win against William. Our relationship with William has nothing to do with each other."

Alice said.

"It has nothing to do with it?"

Patrick asked.

"William and I have explained what we should do clearly, I will not continue pestering him, but this is also not because of you." Alice raised her eyes and looked deeply at Patrick, "Patrick, I am not worth it for you to defend me with, go and find the person you truly love."

"Of course, I can go find someone truly worthy of my love, and wait for the day when I lose my memories again." "I want to wait for the day the girl who saved me from the snow disappears from my mind." Patrick stared at her, his expression extremely deep, his voice tinged with sorrow in the quiet night.

Alice stood in front of him, and looked at him for a long time without being able to say anything.

"Alice, you will never know what it means to me to lose you." Patrick slowly said, "Up till today, I no longer expect you to treat me wholeheartedly, but at least, you should be gentler to me. As long as you don't choose William, I'm willing to wait indefinitely."

Hearing that, Alice was shaken, she looked at him blankly, but just as she was about to say something, Patrick patted her shoulder, "It's too late, rest early."

With that, Patrick turned and left.

Alice stood where she was, staring at his back.

Once, she had attempted to obtain gentleness from William, but Patrick had waited for it.

Wait indefinitely.

Madmen, they were all madmen.

There was a saying she didn't lie to William. She was really tired, and was too tired from loving him. She didn't want to love him anymore and didn't dare to love him anymore.

Who could bring everything back to its starting point?

In the hospital.

In a special private ward, William sat on the bed, one hand pressing on his head, the tinnitus had recovered, and his head started to ache again.

Mona stood at the side and poured a cup of water, passing it to William, "Drink some water."

William did not even glance at her, and coldly said, "Go away."

Mona stood at the side, both hands gripping the cup tightly. She felt that her body was being abused, to the point where the antidote she got from William's attitude could almost appear.

She could always hold on until he saw her.

She turned and walked out. "I'll get you something to eat," she said.

I wish one day he would be too paranoid about her food.

William ignored her.

The dean stood at the side of the ward, flipping through the reports in his hands. He sighed helplessly, "Mr. Cullen, you can't leave the hospital as you please. You have to be hospitalized and be observed.

How could he not take concussion seriously and leave behind a pile of aftereffects?

"Got it, chatterbox, get out!"

William felt a headache conning on as he pressed his forehead with the gauze wrapped around his hand, not wanting to hear other people's words.

He did not want to hear anyone's voice, except Alice.

"Okay, please take care of yourself. Don't leave the hospital again." The Dean Jack lowered his head to him, then turned and left.

When they meet patients who refuse to cooperate, their hospital will have even more headaches.

Daniel walked over, without saying a word, he opened the medicine box and took out a few pills, handing them over to William.