My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 485

Alice lied on the bed. Hearing this, her eyelashes trembled, and she sat up from the bed, looking at Patrick, "What do you mean?"

Patrick walked to the end of her bed and stood still, lowered his eyes and looked at her, then said word by word, "Kathy has already been taken away by Cullen Family!"

"You're lying."

Alice said expressionlessly.

She was getting more and more confused about what kind of expression she should have.

"William is gone, the Cullen Family used the name of William's parents to discuss about taking over his position temporarily, and that is perfectly justified. You are not in San Francisco; do you think it is strange that they took Kathy away?" Patrick looked at her, "I don't believe you didn't think of this."

She thought of it.

Of course, she had thought of it, but she did not dare to bring her daughter with her. San Francisco was a dangerous place and so was Procida Island.

She couldn't attend to both of them.

She thought that she accompanied by William, William's condition would be better, but William had disappeared. She thought that she came to save her mother, her mother would be safe, but in the end her mother had left.

She tried so hard to cherish them that in the end she couldn't hold on to anything.

She and Daniel had been maintaining contact the entire time. Daniel probably didn't mention this matter because he was afraid that she would be sad. Nothing, she had expected it.

She just couldn't do it. She deserved it.

Alice sat on the bed without an expression, staring at the bed without a focus, without a single sound.

When Patrick saw her stupefied look, he couldn't help but frown. His anger gradually died down, he walked to the side of the bed and sat down, then placed his hands - on Alice's shoulders, "Alice, you can't go back to San Francisco anymore. William was missing. And Cullen wouldn't let you go.

"Let me go?" Alice raised her eyes and looked at him, her eyes did not have any light, as though she was a dead man. "Who else can others let go of me?"

No one could let her go.

No one would let her go.

"Stay in Italy, stay in the Procida Island, I can be your safe haven." Patrick looked deeply at her, the deep emotions in his eyes extremely obvious.

"You're my safe haven?"

Alice said while looking at him, and just as she was about to push his hand away, she saw a slight movement in the door.

Her hand dropped.

"I know that you are under a lot of pressure from the incident that happened in Brown Family, but Brown Family did not fall. As long as I am here, I will definitely ensure your safety." Patrick looked at her and said, "So, you can't leave this place, you can't leave my side."

Alice sat on the bed, both physically and mentally exhausted.

She lowered her eyes and said, "Patrick, don't say such words again in the future. It might cause people to misunderstand."

"That's what I meant!"

Patrick said, his eyes staring straight at her, wishing that he could ignite a fire on her face.

He had already endured for too long, so he didn't have the mood to continue being gentle. Right now, she was like a little bird with broken wings and legs. She could only remain in his palm.

Moreover, his eyes were getting weaker and weaker. How long could he keep looking at her like this? He had to quicken his pace.

Alice's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she raised her eyes to look at him, and said indifferently: "You have Mary by your side, are you worthy of her by saying that?"

"I have never loved Mary." Patrick said, "I only found her because she was pitiful. I didn't even touch a finger on her."

"Is that so?"

Alice said indifferently, her face did not have much expression.

"Alice, my heart for you has never changed." Patrick lifted her chin, allowing her to look at him. His voice was low and gentle, "I still remember that I have to give you a home."

Destroying the home that she should have in order to give a new one to her?

Was it him?

Alice pursed her lips, she did not say a word, Patrick thought that she had softened, after all, a person's heart is the weakest after experiencing great sorrow, and also the easiest time to attack.

He lowered his head and moved closer to her.

"Patrick, my parents have just passed away. Give me some time."

Alice said before his lips reached her, her voice was also wooden, and she did not have much emotion.

Patrick's gaze dimmed and was a little displeased. He lowered his eyes and stared at her pale lips, his gaze deepening as he forcefully kissed her.

Her lips were pressed together.

Alice's eyes widened in shock. She raised her hand wanting to hit him.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The door was knocked three times.

Alice clenched her hands into fists.

Alice and Patrick looked towards the door at the same time. Mary was standing there, holding two cups of hot tea, her beautiful face had a look of suffering that she had endured, "Patrick, sister, I made tea for you."

With that, Mary placed the cup to the side, her eyes already turning red, she lowered her head towards them and said weakly: "You guys continue chatting, I'm going out."

Then, without waiting for them to say anything, Mary ran out while covering her face.

She even forgot to close the door.

Seeing Mary leaving, Alice laid on the bed and pulled up the blanket.

"Alice."

Patrick frowned when he saw her actions.

"I want to sleep."

Alice said lightly.

Patrick watched her intently, and did not say anything else. He reached out to pull her blanket and said, "Then, go to sleep."

The sound of a door closing resounded in the room.