My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 453

"They're all sick, and now I'm going to take care of them. The family has indeed let you down, but now, they have suffered enough pains."

Patrick said, "Alice, I hope you don't trample on Mary again."

Alice looked at the indifference in Patrick's eyes, and her palm-sized face turned slightly pale, "I didn't trample over her."

She was just on guard against Mary.

She couldn't help but be on her guard.

Patrick didn't say anything as he looked at her with his eyes. It was as if there was an extremely thin layer of gauze covering his eyes, and her face wasn't completely clear in his eyes. That faint haziness made her even more beautiful.

"In the past two years, we've changed so much."

Patrick said.

Alice was speechless.

"You stepped on the roof of the house at the time, on top of the Miller Family, and Mary and I, we were both reduced to nothing but people who had seen the expression on your faces." Patrick looked at her and said.

"You know I didn't."

"Yes, I returned to the Brown Family. I am William's fiancee, but I'm not that high up, nor did I do anything to you. I really don't know about Mary."

She had always thought that the family was only being sent abroad.

She did not know that life at home was like that.

Patrick looked at her deeply, as if he could read something from her face. After a while, he let out a light sigh, "Alice, you changed when you weren't even aware of it yourself. In the past, could you accompany William to attend various summits? Would you be able to negotiate with so many noble ladies in the past? In the past, you only had eyes for comics and the yearning for home. "But now?"

But now ...

Alice was speechless, and did not know what to say for a moment.

Right now, she was no longer drawing cartoons. She was fully focused on taking care of her family, William, and doing what a Madam President should do.

"I already have a home." Alice said.

"Is it the kind of home you want?" Patrick replied with a question, "Endless amounts of publication, endless banquets, giving up everything for a man, are you still Alice that I know? No, you are only an accessory to William right now, you don't have your own soul."

Alice held onto her own clothes.

She had never been said in such a manner by anyone, much less by Patrick.

"You clearly know how much he has done to Mary today, but you didn't even criticize him. You didn't even blame him for slapping the table in front of your mother. Is this your love for William? There is no bottom line for tolerance."

Patrick said, "Or could it be that you approve of everything he does, and you are becoming more and more similar to him, being arrogant and proud, thinking that everyone should prostrate at your feet?"

The reason why she indulged William was because she knew very well that she was the only one in William's world.

He could no longer be provoked. She could only follow him.

Mary had already finished washing the bowls, but she did not come over. She just stood there quietly, watching them talk without saying a word.

"I didn't." Alice said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not."

She turned to go.

Patrick grabbed her arm.

Mary looked at him, her head slowly drooping down, her fingers grabbing onto her arm time and time again, no longer as domineering and arrogant as before.

Alice turned her head to look at him, but there was an apologetic look in his eyes, "I'm sorry, Alice."

Apologize again.

Alice stood there silently.

Patrick laughed bitterly, "I don't know what's going on today either, why would I need to tell you all these. It might be because I haven't received a single phone call from you in the past few months, which made me hate you."

His voice was full of self-mockery.

"If I think about you badly, I can convince myself not to have any more delusions about you." Patrick said bitterly, "But that's not the case, I don't feel good right now."

"Patrick!"

Alice didn't know what to say when she saw him in such a state. She only felt unwell and struggled to get rid of his hand.

Patrick held her slender arm even tighter. "Sorry to tell you this, but you know that I don't want to make you unhappy forever."

"Move your hand away!"

A cold voice was heard.

Patrick turned his head, and the muzzle of a long spear touched his forehead.

William stood in front of Patrick with a cold gaze, holding onto a gun in his hand with one hand, his fingertips touching the board, as long as he gently kowtowed, he would be able to see the bullet pass through Patrick's head.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Mary who was standing in the kitchen screamed, and with both hands on her head, she squatted down.

Alice's face paled as she looked at William in shock, "Where did you get that gun?"

Take out all the guns.

"I have to thank Young Master Miller for informing me about the existence of the armory." William sneered, and stared at Patrick coldly, "I only found out after I went there, that as the son-in-law of the Brown Family, I can freely go anywhere I want."

Patrick stood there silently, and his hands slowly loosened their grip on Alice's arm.

"No, William."

Alice looked at William worriedly, afraid that he would really fire this shot.

The current him was really able to do such a thing.

William glanced at her and saw that there was no longer a trace of blood on Alice's face. He grinned wickedly, and slowly raised his gun, putting it on his shoulder in a handsome manner. His eyes looked at Patrick with disdain, as evil as an emperor, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"..."

Patrick still stood there silently.