My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 62

"Didn't you eat?" Alice looked at him in shock. Didn't he go to the lunch hall? What was going on?

"Yes."

"Then you ..."

"I want to eat again."

"But didn't you give it to me? I'm still hungry." Alice was depressed, because she was still hungry.

William elegantly chewed on a piece of meat, with his black eyes swept across her, and said, "Then stay hungry, go back home to eat. I want to eat more."

The Japanese food prepared by the restaurant just now was extremely unpalatable.

He still wanted to eat what she had made.

Alice held her forehead with a headache.

He didn't even need to eat two meals, yet he still wanted her to make another meal for him who was starving? He had no conscience.

Did he really mean what he said to her, not what he said?

Once they returned to Port of Heaven, William immediately threw Alice into the kitchen to busy herself, not giving her any chance to rest.

You like to eat the prawns in my mouth so much,then eat.

Alice threw all the prawns into the wok, filled with anger towards William.

A shadow pressed down on her from the side. She turned around and saw that William had changed into his house clothes, the lighter color made him look more refined, and he didn't look as crazy and aggressive as he usually did.

William placed a hand on her shoulder and lowered his head to watch her make fried prawns.

His fingers were warm, and there was an unutterable intimacy in the way they rested on her. He held her as naturally as a boyfriend hold his girlfriend, but she was not used to it.

Alice frowned, pretending that she did not see it, she continued to throw the prawns into the pot.

William stared at the prawns in the pot thoughtfully, then suddenly asked in a low voice, "Why don't you cook English breakfast?"

There was a hint of disdain in his tone.

"I won't." Alice said, her heart was a little depressed, when did cooking English breakfast become a content that she had to know?

"Then learn from today onwards." William gave the order.

"Why?" Alice looked at him in shock, "Wouldn't it be fine if you didn't want to invite a chef to cook for you?"

Previously, when he had eaten what she cooked, he hadn't been picky. Whatever she cooked, he would tolerate it. He even picked up the cuisine department? Was he really going to force her into a corner?

"No, you must learn."

William said in a deep voice. He looked down at her somewhat dissatisfied face and spoke with a very overbearing tone.

"I don't want to."

Alice rejected him. She was a cartoon painter, not a chef.

Hearing that, William's face darkened, the pressure on her shoulders increased, "You must know how to make English breakfast, otherwise, how will you bring our child back to England in the future? How can you please my parents?"

Alice was hurt by his hand, but hearing his words she opened her eyes wide in shock, "What? Going back to England?"

What do you mean, take your child back to England in the future?

Where did she get the children, and why did she go back to England?

William glanced at her, then slowly lowered his head to get closer to her face. The thin lip stuck close to her skin like it could be blown away easily, "Sooner or later, you have to bear a child for me. This child's surname is Cullen, so naturally, you and the child have to return to the Cullen."

He was very close to her, and his breathing was a bit ambiguous.

Alice looked at him blankly, "You want to Mary me?"

British the Cullen.

Take the child there.

Did he mean that?

In her mind, preparing for the birth of a child and meeting one’s parents were the steps before marriage.

"Mary?" William looked at her, his black eyes stared blankly for a moment, and a dazed look flashed across his handsome face.

In that moment, Alice understood what he meant.

He never thought of Marying her. He just had a little interest in her, wanted to possess her, and wanted her to give birth to his baby, in other words, he wanted her to be his lover or something like that.

Thinking about it, Alice could not help but laugh bitterly.

Should she be grateful that he was not ready to Mary her, or should she be saddened by the fact that he had turned her into an outsider?

William lowered his gaze and saw the bitterness on the side of her lips. He thought that she was sad that he couldn't get married and couldn't help but frown, extending his hand to pinch her chin as he turned her face towards him.

He fixed his gaze on her beautiful almond -shaped eyes and said in a deep voice, "Alice, listen up. I can't give you a marriage, but staying by my side is definitely better than Marying any ordinary man."

He had absolute confidence in himself.

Alice looked at him silently.

Was this a comfort to her?

Yes, he's William, the richest man in the world. Even if he lost some pocket money, an ordinary man wouldn't be able to earn it in their entire lives.

However, everyone's pursuit of material things was different, and she was the kind of person who would be satisfied if she earned enough money.

Of course, she couldn't explain all this to him clearly. After all, he was the paranoia.

"I can give you anything but marriage." William said as he stared at her. This was the first time he made such a huge promise to a woman.

The first time.

It was the only time.

"Got it."