My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 544

Regardless past or present, he tried to subdue her to his control.

William glared at her as he surveyed his surroundings with a dark expression. Indeed, there was no place that Alice could step on, so he bent down in front of Alice.

Alice looked at him and frowned, "I can't step onto it at this height."

Did he know what squatting meant?

"Who let you step on me!" William glanced at her, "I'm just carrying you, that's about it."

"Oh."

Alice understood what he meant, she touched her nose and climbed onto his back: "Give me that red brush."

William gave her a paint — dipped brush. He pressed his fingers against her thighs through her pants to support her.

Alice uneasily moved her body.

"Don't move, concentrate on drawing."

William reprimanded her coldly.

"Oh."

It was unknown if it was because of the sickness, but Alice felt that her face was a little hot. She wrapped one hand around William's neck, and with the other hand, she drew on the wall with brush.

"Ahem, ahem."

Alice started to cough as she drew, but she kept drawing.

Carrying her on his back, William turned his head to look at her. Alice's complexion was getting worse and worse, her lips were so pale, and her eyelid kept drooping and it was obvious that she was trying her best to hold on.

William's eyebrows knitted even tighter.

"Can you do it?"

William asked.

"I'm fine." Alice said weakly as she continued to draw on the wall. Her hand was wrapped around his neck as she suddenly sighed and said, "William, I like being carried by you."

She liked this sense of security.

William stood in front of the wall and some emotion flashed in his black eyes. "Do you really like the past William a lot?" "Huh?" Alice drew and his voice was low so she couldn't hear him clearly.

"If I let the past William return, would you be happier than you are now?" William asked.

Alice's attention was completely focused on the drawing. Hearing that, she did not think much and said, "Maybe."

"Why do you hate me so much?"

William continued to ask.

Hearing that, she paused for a while and said weakly, "I don't hate you, I just don't quite understand your changes. A little to the left."

William took a step to the left.

"William, in these four years, I have experienced a lot of things. When my parents died, I missed you so much, and when your parents took the twins away, I always wanted to quarrel with your parents and risk my life to fight forthetwins."

"But, I can't even think about it. They are your parents. Since you're no longer here, how can I make them feel even more sad? If they want the twins, let them have them." Alice's voice was so weak, "But I'm really sad, I have nothing left."

"The more I experience, the more I miss you." Alice said as she drew, "Your appearance, voice, and personality have all been set in stone in my mind for the whole four years. You suddenly came back, cured. I was at a loss."

"..."

William was silent, his expression was solemn as he quietly listened to her weak voice.

"I don't hate the current you, William. But do you know I have loved you like that for so many years, I was originally prepared to love that you until my death." Alice drew the kite, coughed a few more times, and continued, "But you just came back like that, like a different person."

"William, can you give me some time?" Alice said, "Give me some time, maybe I can do it well."

Maybe she could fall in love with this person that was completely different from what he was before. Maybe she could live according to his plan, be a rich lady who wouldn't bother him, and stay at home obediently.

"What if you can't?"

William asked, his voice was not as cold as before.

"You treated me like someone else from the start. If you really love me, should it be counted as a change of your mind?" William asked.

Alice was speechless.

When the alarming sound rang from her cell phone, Alice was finishing her last stroke. The wall was colorful and extremely beautiful.

Relieved, she finished it on time.

With this sigh of relief, Alice completely lost all of her strength. Her fingers released the brush and it fell to the ground.

Feeling that her breathing was unstable, William could not help but frown, "How are you doing?"

"I finished it." Alice laid on his back and smiled, "Let's go back to the car, I'm so thirsty."

"Why didn't you say anything earlier when you were thirsty?"

William's voice suddenly turned cold. She obviously tried hard to hold on for two hours.