My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 490

Alice was put on the bed by Patrick, and when she looked at his arm, blood was flowing out from the sweater.

Patrick didn't even cry out in pain; he grabbed her hands and was about to tie them up. Realizing what he wanted to do, Alice struggled out of anger and got up to leave.

Seeing that, Scar Doctor also walked over, and helped push Alice back, and both of them pressed her hands.

Patrick used a special fixture to tie one of her hands together and secure it to the bedside. He had even fixed all of her fingers so that she wouldn't be able to move at all.

Seeing that Patrick had fixed it properly, the Scar Doctor let go of Alice, and Alice immediately sat up and started tearing it apart.

"Fasten that hand as well."

Patrick said.

She was too disobedient.

"Yes, Young Master Miller."

Scar Doctor also locked Alice's other hand, so she couldn't even lift it.

Alice struggled painfully, kicking her legs without saying a word.

Patrick lowered his eyes and stared at her, "Alice, don't force me to tie up your legs too, I don't want to treat you that way."

Alice glared at Patrick with fury and hatred in her eyes.

When the needle pierced her skin, the pain made Alice want to shrink back, but her entire arm was stuck and she was unable to move.

Gradually, she stopped struggling and just laid there on the bed.

How many days could a hunger strike last with only nutritious water? It would just last a little longer.

"That's good then."

Seeing that she had calmed down, Patrick smiled in satisfaction. He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Alice turned her head.

Patrick pulled over a chair and sat down beside her bed, lowering his eyes to look at her, then said gently, "Did you know, another great procession is being held outside today? Every year, this island will hold a great procession for all sorts of inexplicable reasons."

Alice remained silent.

"It's not snowing here this year. I would really like to see it snowing." Patrick spoke as if he was talking about family matters, his gaze sweeping across Alice's fingers and taking out a set of nails cutting tools from a drawer at the side.

He picked up a nail clipper from inside and leaned over, then he carefully cutting her nails.

Every joint of her fingers was taped with black tape, and she couldn't bend, just let him do whatever he wanted.

"The Italian New Year has no atmosphere. It's better at home." Patrick cut her nails as he spoke, "At that time I couldn't see it, but you were commanding me when hanging lanterns. You know, even though I lost my memory later on, when I first saw red lanterns, I had a strange feeling, as if I had some sort of fate with lanterns."

Alice still did not say a word, but she had turned herself into a mute.

In the past few days, Patrick would always talk to her about some ordinary things, reminiscing about the various things that had happened in the past.

"It's going to be Lanterns Day soon. Alice, wait until you are better, we will go hang lanterns, I bought a lot, and can hang the entire island over."

Patrick said as he finished cutting her nails.

Alice was confused, she lowered her eyes and looked at her hand.

Patrick gazed at her, believing that she was looking at him. The temperature in his eyes grew warmer, but very quickly, the temperature dropped.

She wasn't looking at him.

She was looking at the ring on her finger.

Patrick's expression immediately became extremely cold. He tore off the adhesive tape on her ring finger and forcefully took off the ring.

Alice glared at him in hatred and struggled crazily.

Give her back the ring.

It was hers.

Her body kept twisting, but her arms were firmly fixed.

Patrick stood up, opening the window, and threw the ring out. He turned his head, and saw the despair in Alice's eyes.

A deathly despair.

He threw away her last lingering feelings.

He lowered his eyes and pretended that he didn't see it as he walked back to her bedside and sat down. As if nothing had happened, he said lightly, "The food is almost cold. I'll feed it to you."

After saying that, Patrick picked up the bowl and the spoon, and scooped up half a spoonful of rice and vegetables into a spoonful.

Alice closed her eyes and tightly shut her lips.

"You don't like to eat, so why don't you have some soup first?" Patrick said patiently, placing the rice to the side, he picked up a bowl of soup and lightly said, "Didn't you say that the bone soup I made was delicious? Although you complimented me after checking up on the spider silk in my room, you drank quite a bit, this proves that you do not hate the soup that much."

Alice opened her eyes.

Originally, he knew that no wonder Daniel could not find anything, and had no idea where Patrick was dealing with the corpse.

"Come, Alice, have some soup."

Patrick said, as he used a spoon to scoop up a mouthful of soup and handed it to her lips.

Alice closed her lips.

"Alice, you better be obedient. Don't enrage me." Patrick said as he held onto his spoon.

Alice did not say a word, and did not even glance at him, treating him as though he was nothing.

Patrick's face was gloomy and cold. He held the spoon and kept the soup in his mouth, then placed the bone soup into her mouth, then he stood up and bent down to kiss her mouth, he finally fed the bone soup into her mouth.

Alice glared at him angrily.