My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 78

"Yes, young master."

The maid escorted Alice Clyne out of the door.

When the door closed, Mary Clyne looked at Patrick Miller in annoyance, "Patrick, what are you doing? Why did you have to get someone to send her off, she's not our family's VIP."

"Your hostility towards Alice is too deep. You didn't do this before."

Patrick Miller said, his gentle voice carried a trace of displeasure.

"That's because you used to hate her even more than I did, and you are now my husband. Surely I hate it when she meets you!" Mary Clyne walked in front of him, held onto his arm and said with a wronged tone, "You changed. You helped me in the past!"

In the past, Patrick Miller hated Alice Clyne so much that he frowned whenever he talked about her.

But now it was different.

"Alright, I won't say it anymore. "She's fine right now, do you keep bringing it up?"

Patrick Miller said impatiently as he struggled out of his grasp and sat on the sofa.

Mary Clyne stood there, looking at her hands that had been pushed away, then at the impatience on Patrick Miller's face, an unprecedented feeling of fear and disappointment arose in her heart.

Why did she feel that she was losing more and more control over Patrick Miller even though they were clearly married?

"Patrick, I'm sorry."

Mary Clyne pondered for a moment, then turned back to the gentle method she had used, walked over, and snuggled into Patrick Miller's embrace, speaking with a tender voice, "I just care too much about you, I'm sorry, please don't be angry okay."

"Yes."

Patrick Miller responded emotionlessly as his gaze landed on the cup on the tea table. On the side of the cup, there were still faint traces of Alice Clyne's pink lips.

"That's right, Patrick." Mary Clyne laid in his embrace, hugging his neck and rubbing it affectionately, "When are we going to get our certificate? The wedding has already been so long, and we still haven't gotten our certificate."

"I've been rather busy lately. I'll tell you later."

Patrick Miller's tone was a little perfunctory as he stared at the juice cup.

"Fine." Mary Clyne was helpless to do anything to Patrick Miller. Suddenly, she turned around and sat on his leg, looking at him flirtatiously.

Mary Clyne lightly kissed him on the face, and her fingertips moved across the outline of his face dubiously, displaying the soft methods unique to women.

Patrick Miller sat there indifferently.

Mary Clyne was a little discouraged, but she still used all of her strength to kiss his face. She pulled open his suit with one hand and reached her hand towards his collar, speaking coquettishly, "Patrick, I promise that I won't argue with you about those unworthy people anymore."

She wrapped around him like a water snake.

Few men could handle such a method.

Patrick Miller suddenly grabbed her hand, and lowered his eyes to look at her beautiful face. With a warm yet distant smile, he said, "Mary Clyne, you are pregnant, so don't be like this again."

Mary Clyne looked at him in shock, not expecting Patrick Miller to give her such a cold response in her courtship.

"I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first."

Patrick Miller gracefully pulled up the collar of his shirt, stood up and walked out.

Mary Clyne sat on the sofa feeling like an abandoned wife. Right now, he was unwilling to even touch her...

She touched her flat belly.

Pregnant women, pregnant women, if she had known earlier, she would not have said that she was pregnant in order to get married. This became an excuse for him not to touch her.

What was going on with Patrick?

Exiting the Miller Family, Alice Clyne returned to the duplex apartment.

Alice Clyne fell onto the bed and laid down hard, letting out a long breath.

She did not dare imagine that she had really hacked into Mary Clyne's phone.

She did it.

The whole process was tense but surprisingly easy, as if she had been imperceptibly assigned to succeed.

Alice Clyne took out the small silver box from her pocket and muttered, "I know my actions are disgraceful, but I must know the truth."

Her voice was low but sure.

"Alice Clyne, get your ass out here!"

William Cullen arrogantly yelled out.

William Cullen rolled away again. Why didn't he just roll away to show her how to do it?

Alice Clyne silently cursed in her heart. Being helpless, being under the roof, she had no choice but to lower her head. In front of William Cullen, besides obedience, she could only watch as he lost his temper.

She got up from the bed and walked outside, her long hair tied in a ponytail.

Hm?

Where is William Cullen?

"Alice Clyne! "If you don't get over here, I'll break this toy for you!" William Cullen's voice once again sounded. It came from the study room he had arranged for her.

Toy?

Alice Clyne blinked her eyes in shock and walked towards the study room.

Upon entering, she saw a long-curved table in the southeast direction of the study.

William Cullen was adjusting something on

the table. The three gigantic screens all lit up at the same time, and all sorts of data started to appear.

"What is this?" Alice Clyne asked blankly.

"Have you already planted the virus into your sister's phone after leaving for so long?" William Cullen stood in front of the computer, holding onto the ice cream bucket and still eating, his handsome face revealing a look of enjoyment.

He could not eat enough of the food she cooked.

Alice Clyne was surprised, "How did you know?"

Did you put a monitor on her?

"Your sister's private apartment is on the first -floor downstairs. I just found out." He just saw it from the information Daniel Frank gave her. William Cullen shot her a glance, then put the ice cream bucket down and reached his hands out to her. "Give me the silver shield."