My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 445

H — e seemed to be more resistant to treatment than before, so Alice did not persist.

Besides, there were no doctors in this world who dared to guarantee that they would be able to cure him, other than that Lancaster Mona.

All she had to do was hold him on her own, stay with him twenty-four hours a day, and make him calm down a little.

"Say it again."

William liked to hear her speak like that.

"I love you, William."

Alice said.

"Mhmm."

William raised his eyebrows in satisfaction and carried her on his back as he continued to walk towards their car.

Italy.

The sun was shining in the sky, but the bar was dark, like a dark night, and the lights were dazzling.

The large bar was empty. The air was filled with the smell of alcohol, but there was no one inside.

In the corner, a slender figure was sitting with a glass of wine in his white, slender fingers. Under his short, fragmented hair, he had outstanding facial features, deep eyebrows, long, narrow eyes, a straight nose.

He sat there and drained his cup in one gulp, then slammed it back down.

The coffee table in front of him was filled with all kinds of wine.

Leon walked in. He lowered his head and said, "Master Patrick, I have dealt with the matters that Mr. Brown has entrusted me with."

"Good."

Patrick sat there and indifferently replied as he poured himself a cup of wine and downed it in one gulp.

"Master Patrick, your physique is not as good as ordinary people. It's better to drink less, and Elder Brown is not satisfied with the efficiency of your work." Leon bent down and took the wine cup from his hand.

Patrick leaned on the sofa, looked at him coldly, and said, "You are sending a message for Elder Brown? Don't forget, you were originally a person who failed to fulfill your dreams and was chased down by others. I was the one who transferred you to my side to train you."

"Of course I remember what Master Patrick did to me, that's why I reminded you, Elder Brown still values you."

Leon stood there and said respectfully.

"Value? If he values me, he wouldn't marry Alice to anyone else."

Patrick sneered, and raised a cup of wine to his lips to drink it in one gulp, that taste was as though it was burning, "After York's death, the Elder Brown was depressed, but I was the one who slowly took over York's place. During this period of time, how many things have I done for the Brown Family, what were the results? When they married the Alice to someone else, did they ever hesitate at all? "

Hearing this, Leon let out a light sigh, "Master Patrick, there are so many girls in this world, there's really no need to spend so much time on one person."

As soon as he finished his sentence, several dancers wearing sexy outfits walked onto the stage. Amidst the intense music, they began to climb up the steel pipes and start dancing passionately.

He was the only customer present.

The dancers gave him flirtatious glances as they danced.

Patrick picked up the bottle and poured a cup of wine into it, "You won't understand"

"Master Patrick, drinking is bad."

Leon said.

"Yes, it was bad." Patrick raised his wine cup, his narrow eyes focused on the alcohol inside, his lips curved up in a self — deprecating smile, "Originally, Alice was somewhat guilty towards me, but in the end, she is peacefully enjoying her love, and completely doesn't remember the existence of someone like me."

There was no phone call.

She didn't even mention his name when she was on the phone with her parents.

How many times had he sat by Beverly's side? He had watched Beverly and her talking on the phone until the end, as if he was a person who had never existed before.

He had forgotten how many times he had been hurt by her.

How could a woman be so heartless?

"Mr. Patrick."

The dancers served a bucket of iced wine, there was no ice, but snow.

The bottle was placed on the snow in the bucket.

Patrick lowered his gaze and looked at the bucket of snow.

He remembered the time he made the snow ball with Alice. At that time, William was not there.

"Patrick, this is real snow. It's icy cold."

"Alice's hands are as cold as this one."

Patrick looked at the snow in the pail, reached out and grabbed a handful of snow, Leon frowned, "Master Patrick."

Patrick opened his palm and watched the snow slowly melt into water.

How heartless, Alice.

How could she not even contact him? She said that he was her most important friend, yet friends were meant to be forgotten?

The snow was too cold.

Patrick watched as the snow in his hands completely vanished. He picked up a bottle of wine and gulped it down his mouth.

The dancers danced hot on the stage.

Patrick was drunk, he slowly fell down on the sofa, his slender hands were pressing on the wood barrel, the wood barrel fell, the wine bottle inside fell, and pure white snow fell.

He fell to the ground and reached for the snow.

"Don't fall, don't fall."

The snow still fell to the ground, gradually turning into water.

The snow had melted.

Why?

Faintly, Patrick felt like he was a teenager again. Alice put a snowball on his palm, letting him feel the icy coldness of the snow.