My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 395

Alice sat there stiffly.

"Alice, if you cook one last meal for me, I will let you go, and I will not bother you anymore!" William said loudly, almost shouting it out from his throat, his firm voice had a bit of feigned carefreeness in it.

After roaring, William stood there, a pair of eyes reddened on his handsome face.

A gust of wind blew, and on the wide lawn of the slope, pigeons strolled leisurely, with different expressions and lazy expressions.

He compromised.

He really had to compromise. After being drenched by the rain last night, he had abandoned her today.

You are truly amazing.

Alice thought, her eyes filled with a layer of water.

Twisting and twisting.

It was still the same as it was today.

"Alice, speak!" William lowered his eyes and stared at her head, his eyes red. "What?

"You're not willing to give me my last meal?"

"I do."

Alice sat with her back facing him and closed her eyes, allowing her tears to flow as she spoke without any hesitation.

So soon.

That was how she wanted to cut off all ties with him.

"I'll tell you when to cook!"

William said, he turned and walked up, a few pigeons on the stairs immediately flapped their wings, the wind blew into his nose, he repeatedly coughed, and used his hand to cover his mouth.

Alice sat there, not turning her head back as she bit her lips.

Take good care of yourself, William.

Be sure to take care of yourself.

In the distance, Patrick stood behind a tree. He leaned against a tree and let out a long breath.

Was it finally over?

By the time Alice returned to the recording studio, she had already moved to a small bridge beside the flowing water.

Kathy had changed into a small blue skirt with a shining blue fish tail. She laid on top of a smooth little rock and had a bit of the feeling of a little fish swimming onto shore.

Thinking about something, Alice turned and looked behind him.

An empty space.

No one was around.

Reaching this point, William actually didn't come to see his daughter. Maybe, he was the same as her, knew too much and understood too much.

"Alice, you're back?"

Patrick walked over from there to stand in front of Alice, looking at her gently.

"Yes."

Alice nodded, and forced out a smile.

Patrick looked at the redness in her eyes, "Are you still not feeling well?"

"What?"

Alice was stunned.

"Stomach, didn't you say that your stomach wasn't feeling well?" Patrick asked.

Alice reacted and gave a forced smile, "Yes, it's much better now, are you still not done shooting?"

"It's not over yet, Miller really likes the little model Kathy too much. Patrick said, and walked with her towards the filming venue, as he said softly, "Alice, don't you dislike me in San Francisco? If so, I can go back to Italy at once."

Alice looked at him with a lonely expression.

"Patrick, you know I won't dislike you."

Alice said sincerely.

No matter what, she would not dislike him. He was overthinking things.

"But you don't even want to take a photo with me."

Patrick said.

It turned out that he didn't believe what she said about the stomachache. He knew that she had found an excuse.

"Patrick, you're so wise, you understand how I think, don't you?" Alice stopped and said to Patrick seriously.

In front of William, she could use Patrick as an excuse, but she could not really accept him.

She did it for his own good, but Patrick didn't understand.

"Then you should know what I'm thinking." Patrick laughed, then looked at her and said, "Since it's like this, there's no need to continue with this topic anymore, let's see who can last longer."

Alice was speechless, she was speechless.

"Let's go, Kathy is looking at you."

Patrick said as the two of them walked towards the small stream.

On this day, Miller and Beverly kept asking Alice to take pictures of their entire family, but Alice used all kinds of reasons to reject them, causing Beverly to be even more unhappy.

After finishing an entire day's worth of travel, he returned to the Port of Heaven. Beverly didn't even need to eat dinner before he returned to his room.

Alice brought the dinner to Beverly's room and knocked gently, "Mother, I brought the dinner over for you."

"Leave, I don't want to eat."

Beverly's dissatisfied voice came out from the room.