My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 69

A—fter a French kiss, William let her go as if he still had something to say. He stared into her slightly swollen eyes, "Alice, I'm not afraid to explain myself to you today! I, William, want you! I want your heart! I don't need your thanks!"

Alice was in his arms tyrannically with his breath on her lips. She looked at him and did not say anything for a long time.

There was nowhere for her to hide from his power.

"Therefore, in the future, don't put on such a face in front for me. You know what I want!" William stared at her and roared.

Such insolence.

Alice lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time.

Facing such a William, she really did not know what to say.

The wind blew over the sports car, over her face, warm.

After a long while, Alice slowly crawled out of his embrace, and looked outside. All she saw was a wasteland, with weeds growing everywhere, and from afar, there was a long broken wall, torn down from the inside.

There was a kind of barren beauty.

As William sat in the car, his handsome face revealed traces of anger due to her distancing him, causing him to feel extremely depressed.

His black eyes looked at her. Alice got off the car, stepped over the weeds, and slowly walked towards the broken wall with her slim legs. The sunlight fell on her face, making her skin seem especially white.

She walked further and further away.

William looked at her back as she got further from him. His chest felt a bit uncomfortable, so he immediately opened the door and got off the car.

His shoes were dirty, and he frowned as he followed her footsteps.

"What are you doing?"

William looked at her and asked.

Alice walked to the mottled old and broken wall. This wall was very long, and the marks on it told stories without a sound.

Alice looked at it for a long time before she said lightly, "It would be great if there was that kind of graffiti."

"Spray paint?" William repeated.

"Well, after I learned to paint, I'd come out and spray walls whenever I was in a bad mood." Thinking about when she was young, Alice couldn't help but laugh when she stood in front of the broken wall, "When I was eleven years old, someone even caught me before, because I drew randomly on their wall."

William looked at her.

Alice put a strand of hair behind her ear, and said self-deprecatingly: "Did you not think that I would be such a rebellious person?"

William stood there, listening to her slightly soft voice, as his black eyes focused on the tip of her eyebrows that were slightly raised.

He wasn't surprised that she did things like spraying walls. She was a little rebellious in her bones, he had already seen that.

"You want to be a good girl to please your family, that's why you're acting like this." William growled, and revealed her true personality.

Hearing that, Alice was stunned, she looked at William's face in shock.

She never thought that William would actually understand her so well.

When she was young, she was indeed a tough girl. She dared to do anything and fight to her heart's content. However, since her adoptive parents didn't like her, she did her best to be a good girl and follow the rules.

But so what? She was abandoned.

Alice took a step back, and laughed at herself as a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes.

"Let's go buy spray paint."

William suddenly said.

"Buy spray paint?" Alice was stunned.

"Go! Do whatever you want, and don't hold your personality! " William pulled her towards the direction of the sports car, "This wall is not enough, I will find a few more for you! Do you have enough walls to paint the City Hall?

Such insolence.

So arrogant.

"..."

City Hall building? He was able to think of something.

Forced to be pulled away by him, Alice looked up at the side of his face, her mood felt a little strange.

He was being too kind to her now.

She was clearly such a self - centered, irritable person, but because of her bad mood, he didn't even go to the company. He accompanied her out for fun, and now he had accompanied her to buy spray paint.

But she really couldn't give him what he wanted.

Her heart had long lost with Patrick's amnesia. She couldn't even find it, so how could she give it to him.

"Wait."

William suddenly stopped and pulled her to the end of the broken wall.

Alice lowered her eyes and looked, she saw a bag of art spray cans inside the grass, and she exclaimed in joy, "It seems there is someone else of the same kind here."

She bent down and picked up a can of spray paint. She looked at the date, and it was new.

She looked around and saw no one. "Why would anyone throw these spray paint here? Won't it be a while before you come? "

"New?"

William's black pupils darkened. How could there be a new spray can in the wasteland outside the wilderness?

There's a problem.

"Since there's no one here, I'll spray it out first. I'll buy it and return it to him later."

Alice did not notice the doubt on William's face. She used the spray can and directly sprayed it on the wall.

With a gentle wave of her slender arm, a streak of bright red paint was imprinted on the wall.