My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 487

Alice kept her gun, tucked Mary in, and then walked towards the door and pulled it open.

Patrick stood at the door and wore a light — colored sweater. His legs were long and slender and his face was clear and gentle. Why are you here? "

Alice stood there with an indifferent expression, "I heard from a servant that Mary was unwell, so I came to see her."

Hearing that, Patrick looked towards the bed and saw Mary lying motionlessly on it. Alice said lightly, "She's asleep."

Patrick nodded and turned to look at her, "Are you still concerned about her?"

"It's quite pitiful for her to be so submissive now, isn't it?"

Alice said calmly.

Patrick revealed a gentle smile, "Alice, you really are a good elder sister."

"Let's go, don't disturb her rest."

Alice retreated and closed the door.

"How are you sleeping? Not much sleep?

Patrick asked with concern. He placed his hand on her shoulder and hugged her as he walked forward.

Alice resisted the desire to push his hand away and walked forward stiffly, step by step, saying, "It's nothing, I'm fine, are you busy?"

Yes, I was in the study processing some documents just now, and heard that Mary was sick, so I came over to take a look, and I still have to go back and continue working.

Patrick said while holding her.

"Then go, I'll pack up and go have breakfast."

Alice said.

"I'll accompany you?"

Alice forced a smile on her face: What's the point of accompanying me when eating, it's more important to be busy, go do what you need to do, how about I make you a cup of coffee?

"Sure." Patrick's voice was filled with joy as he gazed at her lovingly. "With your coffee, I'll definitely be especially spirited. I'll be waiting for it."

"Yes."

Alice nodded.

Patrick embraced her, lowered his head and gave her a light kiss on her forehead, then turned around and left.

Alice stood there calmly until his figure disappeared from her sight, then she started to breathe heavily, her ice - cold fingers trembling as she wiped her forehead.

Nothing.

It was over soon.

It was almost over.

In the empty kitchen, Alice poured a cup of fragrant coffee into it.

Alice stood in front of the flow table, staring at the cup of coffee in a daze.

A few seconds later, she pulled a pill bottle from her pocket.

Patrick would never have thought that she came to Italy with not only her mother's antidepressants, but also a deadly poison.

She opened the bottle and threw a white pill into the coffee cup.

This one was for her father.

Immediately after, Alice threw another pill into the cup.

This time, it was for William.

Alice had never killed anything other than fishes in her life, but now, she was even calm when killing people.

She wasn't afraid at all.

What was there to be afraid of? It was the emotion that only those who were protected had the right to possess. The current she didn't have anyone to protect her, so she wasn't afraid anymore.

Throwing the poison in, Alice picked up the stirrer and stirred it, causing the coffee to smell even more bitter.

Coincidentally, Patrick didn't like pain, he only liked sweetness.

Thus, she could add a lot of milk candy to cover up the smell of the poison.

Alice threw a few candies into the cup, completely changing the taste of the coffee.

After the stir, Alice took her coffee cup and left, heading towards Patrick's study.

She pushed open the door of the study, and when she looked over, she saw that Patrick was half lying on top of a bed, flipping through some documents, his long legs were crossed, and on his feet was a white sock. The sunlight shined upon his woolen sweater until it was white, it was warm like jade.

Alice calmly carried the coffee cup and walked towards him. Her eyes contained Patrick's figure and what entered her mind was a completely different scene.

Her father peeled apples for her;

Her mother washed her hair;

William used his pair of deep eyes to look at her.

It was unknown how much longer it would take for her to see those eyes. They shouldn't be far away.

"Patrick."

Alice said.

Patrick raised his head and looked at her, his face revealing a deep smile, "You're here, come, sit over here."

Patrick pointed to a footstool beside him.

"Alright. Your coffee."