My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 431

H—is hand was still squeezing her shoulders.

Alice was in so much pain that she couldn't help but cry.

It hurts.

William, come quickly.

Sensing her tears, Patrick showed slight panic. He reached out to caress her face, and caressing her tears with his fingers, his voice became gentle, "Don't cry, Alice. I just want to stay with you for a bit. I don't want you to cry. Ever since I was young, I couldn't bear to see you cry."

Alice turned her face away, avoiding his touch, and said softly, "Patrick, let's leave this place first, and we need to see a doctor."

She couldn't fuss about it with a drunkard man, so she was truly worried about Patrick's body.

When he had surgery, she had clearly remembered that it was best to avoid alcohol after the doctor's instructions, and now he drank too much.

"You want to run again?"

Hearing Alice's voice, Patrick's voice turned dark and stern all of a sudden, "When you were with me, did you only think of running away?"

"I'm worried about your health."

"I'm doing very well, but is it that in your heart that I can't even compare to William?" Patrick strongly pressed her back against the wall, his eyes staring deeply at her, his voice full of jealousy and hatred.

"I didn't mean that." Alice frowned, "Patrick, let me go first."

"Let go of you and you ran away again!"

Patrick's entire body reeked of alcohol in the air, and the wind from his lips blew onto her face. Alice turned her head, and struggled with all her might.

His hand pressed onto her body, and his large hand forcefully touched her arm a few times, as if he had realized something. Patrick roared somewhat angrily, "This isn't your clothes,and you're wearing other's clothes! It's William again! Take it off, take it off!"

After saying that, Patrick grabbed her clothes and forcibly squeezed them off.

She bit her lips and started to run whenever she saw an opportunity. However, the room was completely dark, even the curtains were drawn, and she could not tell where the door was, and could only grope around on the wall like headless flies.

Before long, Alice was pulled from the back by Patrick. The drunk Patrick even gained enough strength and directly knocked her down to the ground. Patrick bent his body over.A leg pressed down on her legs ,he leaned over,and he grabbed her jacket and was about to take it off again.

"What are you doing,Patrick? Let go, let go of me!"

Alice opened her eyes in fear and struggled as hard as she could to protect the clothes on her body.

With a "Si" sound, one of the sleeves on Alice's body was ripped off. She sensed that something was wrong and didn't care about the clothes and tried her best to push Patrick away.

Patrick was drunk.She was pushed back by him, and then he leaned on her again. His eyes stared at her angrily in the darkness, "Alice, you can't refuse me again! I'm so good to you, and I've never forced you, but what about you? You can't refuse me again, you absolutely can't!"

As he spoke, Patrick lowered his head to cover her lips. Alice turned her face away, and his kiss landed on her face.

Alice desperately tried to push him away, her legs kicking wildly, "Go away! "Go away!"

He was not Patrick.

"Don't reject me, Alice, don't reject me."

Patrick muttered as he kissed her face and neck, causing his to shout loudly, "Help, help ,William! Help!"

Hearing her calling William, Patrick was even more enraged. He used one hand to cover her mouth and breath, his lips continuing to kiss her face and ripping off her clothes.

In the darkness, his hand covered her nose.

"Mmm mmm."

Alice struggled in fear and was unable to breathe. She used both of her hands to block his chest with all her might, but the fatal suffocation surrounded her crazily, as if she was going to be completely swallowed.

Her pupils contracted, and his kiss continued to fall on her face, his body pressing against her soft body.

The suffocating pain devoured Alice.

Her eyes were almost stilled and her struggle gradually weakened. Her eyelashes trembled.

William.

William.

Alice's hand slowly drooped down from Patrick's chest. She could not breath.

"Bam!"

With a kick on the door, the lights in the room lit up.

In the next second, Alice regained her breath.

Because someone had kicked Patrick out.

Once again breathed, Alice felt as if she had walked through the gates of hell, and she stared blankly ahead, only to see William standing there with an ashen face, staring straight at her, his eyes staring straight at her clothes, his gaze extremely sinister.

Alice wanted to speak, but her voice was stuck in her throat, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

William slowly turned his gaze, his black eyes glaring at Patrick who was kicked to the side. Patrick fell on the ground drunk, still not accustomed to the sudden lighting up, and his eyes half opened, his hand pressing on his head.

A wave of anger surged up crazily in William's body.

William rushed over and picked Patrick up from the ground, he extended his hand out and punched him in the face, "I'll kill you!"

"Miss Alice."

Daniel rushed in from outside and quickly walked towards Alice. At the same time, he took off his jacket and covered her with it.