My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 73

L—ily Clyne looked at the face in front of her in shock. What did this mean?

William Cullen lowered his head and madly kissed her like a beast, it was like an electric current smashing into her body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

His skills in this area were too advanced for her to handle.

William Cullen suddenly left her hand, and held her hand with one hand. His ten fingers were interlocked, pulling her slender fingers in front of him.

Alice Clyne laid on the bed, her long hair scattered around, she did not understand what he was trying to do.

After a long silence.

William Cullen suddenly kissed her fingers, making them twitch uncontrollably. In the next second, she discovered that there was something on her ring finger — a diamond ring.

William Cullen turned his face to the side, clenching his pure white teeth tightly, he slowly put the ring on her finger, slowly biting from the tip of her ring finger all the way to the end.

The action be slow and ambiguous by him

Alice Clyne had never seen anyone wearing a ring like this. She looked at his face in a daze, how handsome, how sexy he was.

"If you take it off again, I'll nail it to your finger, do you hear me?"

William Cullen looked at her darkly. His voice was hoarse as he said word by word, "This is how I solve things! I'll make rules in the future, but you're not allowed to disobey my rules!"

The temperature of the quiet room continued to rise until it was burning hot.

After an intense joyful moment, William Cullen hugged her and fell into a deep sleep. However, Alice Clyne was not even the least bit sleepy in his arms.

Leaning on his arm, Alice Clyne raised his hand and looked at the ring on her ring finger. The diamond was cut into a heart shape, exquisite, gorgeous, elegant, it couldn't even describe its beauty, it had to be said that William Cullen's flair were very good.

But she was uncomfortable.

It was clearly such a light diamond, yet why was it so heavy when she was wearing it? It was as if a huge mountain had pressed down on her ring finger.

It was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

Alice Clyne looked at the man beside her. He was sleeping soundly, his face had an imposing and extraordinary look, the thin lip was pursing his lips, and even if he was asleep, his face revealed a haughty and lofty aura.

He was William Cullen, what kind of woman did he not have, why did he have to fall for her?

She did not have the heart to give it to him.

Alice Clyne extended her hand out to take off the storage ring on her ring finger, but suddenly thought of William Cullen's domineering words: If you take it off again, I will nail it to your finger!

She couldn't help but stop her actions.

What was she supposed to do?

How could she extricate herself from such a situation?

Alice Clyne was extremely annoyed, she gently pushed aside William Cullen's hands and feet, got down from the bed, and pushed the door leading to the balcony, walking out.

A cool breeze blew up and down her neck.

Alice Clyne immediately tidied up the hotel robe on her body and walked to the balcony to look out at the night sky. Under the quiet night sky, only starlight was scattered and scattered.

She stood alone, her head blown back and forth.

She looked down at the ring on her finger, her heart growing more and more irritated.

Alice Clyne heaved a long sigh. She could not stand the cold atmosphere outside and was about to go inside when she casually looked down the balcony.

She saw a white Porsche parked below the hotel, its pure white color obvious in the night.

Porsche?

She had seen Patrick Miller drive this car before, so she pressed both hands on the balcony and looked down suspiciously at the car license plate. It was quite a distance away, and she could vaguely see two numbers that seemed to be the same as Patrick Miller's license plate.

But why was Patrick Miller's car parked here?

Was it because Mary Clyne was also here?

No, Mary Clyne had already left in the day, if they were here together, there was no need to drive two cars.

Alice Clyne suddenly thought of the graffiti spray can that was at the Broken Walls during the day. An absurd idea ran into her mind, and without thinking much, she ran out of the hotel room.

Instead of taking the elevator, Alice Clyne ran out of the hotel wearing a bathrobe and slippers, heading towards the hotel's courtyard.

There was no car in the courtyard.

Silence.

Alice Clyne stood there, looking around, she did not see any sign of a Porsche, nor did she see anything.

Was she wrong, but no matter how bad her eyesight was, she shouldn't have been mistaken about such a large car.

Is it Patrick Miller?

What about those spray can s against the broken wall?

A deep footstep sounded behind her.

William Cullen stood not far away, wearing a white bathrobe. His short hair fluttered slightly due to the night breeze, and he stared at her with a pair of black eyes, his face expressionless. "What are you doing here?"

Not Patrick Miller.

Alice Clyne was startled, then she thought she was funny, why did she think that?

She thought that Patrick Miller would buy some spray cans for her, and would follow her around midnight? Alice Clyne, you are enough, what kind of nonsense are you thinking about?

At this time, Patrick Miller was naturally sleeping soundly with Mary Clyne, why would he appear here?

"Take a walk."

Alice Clyne tightly wrapped herself in the bathrobe, forced out a smile and walked towards William Cullen.