My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 88

Just as William was about to go in, he heard Alice scratching on the paper angrily, "You tyrant! paranoia! Perverted freak! Shameless!"

Shameless? She still dare to scold him!

William stood at the door, his face was dark, and reached out to close the door.

The moment before the door closed, Alice laid on the desk and spoke to herself lifelessly, "When will this life end?"

End?

She was actually thinking of the end, was she really tired of staying by his side?

How long had it been? How could it be so easy to get bored?

"There's no end." William said coldly.

Alice did not expect William to appear so suddenly, she turned and looked at him with her mouth slightly agape.

William strode towards her, staring at her coldly: "You really like to curse me behind my back, don't you?"

"Nope."

Alice said with an expressionless face.

"If you keep showing me such a deathly face, then you are not allowed to think about going out to find inspiration." William glared at her fiercely.

What the hell!

After being with Alice, he, as a man, had to find a way out for himself every single time. Otherwise, if he ignored her, she would definitely ignore him as well.

"What deathly...?" Alice was just about to retort when he suddenly reacted and stood up in surprise. "You're willing to let me go out to look for inspiration?"

"Once a month."

William said coldly.

"Okay,okay" Alice immediately agreed with a smile on her face that was as bright as the sun.

Her smile was extremely dazzling in William's eyes. She was so happy to be able to leave him for just a day?

"Are you hungry? Let me make you breakfast." Alice laughed and said, trying her best to please him, "Don't worry, I will definitely not hurt my hand."

"Save your flattery!"

The more William saw, the more disgusting it became. He glared at her fiercely and turned around to leave.

William stopped in his tracks and looked up at the drawing. On the paper, he saw a figure of a man who looked so familiar.

William picked up the drawing, "What is this?"

"Ugh..." Alice stood there, mute.

She was so stupid that she didn't even know to keep the drawing properly.

"Speak!"

"My latest cartoon character." Alice could only say the truth and pray that he would not recognize it.

William raised the Draw and stared at her coldly. "Don't you think that I can't even recognize myself, right?"

The thing that had reached the second level was him. He was still not blind.

"This..."

Alice was speechless, she did not know how to explain.

William had just promised to let her go out alone, but now that he found out that she had secretly a painted him and even used him as a material for her comics, he must be very angry.

What to do?

What to do?

Alice was half—dead when she suddenly heard a light chuckle coming from above her head, "Alice, you still don't admit that you're in love with me?"

Alice, you're still not admitting that you're in love with me?

"Huh?"

Alice raised her head and looked at William's face in shock. She was a little confused, why did she suddenly fall in love with him?

Shouldn't he ask her why she painted him and violated his privacy?

Love?

"When did it start?" William asked as he lowered his gaze to stare at her. His face did not have the slightest hint of life, it was all filled with arrogance.

"When I just moved into Port of Heaven."

"So it turns out that you've already been silently drawing me for so long." William smiled, looked at the character on the drawing, then looked at her and raised his eyebrows arrogantly. "Alice, it seems that your love for me is beyond redemption."

She would never admit that she was in love with a him.

While not expressing anything to him, she was secretly drawing him.

So Alice was such a woman, he finally understood.

Seeing the self-satisfied expression on his face, Alice was speechless.

How could he tell from the painting that she loved him beyond redemption?

At most, he would just be her inspiration.

The more William looked at the drawing, the more satisfied he became. It had to be said that Alice's painting skills were indeed not bad, drawing him into a comical figure was not out of place.

The woman that William had set his eyes on was truly talented.

"I remember that you created young girl's comic-book, about love." William looked at her, "You drew our story?"

He was asking a question, but his tone was firm.

Alice stood there and pursed her lips, but did not dare to say anything.

No.

Her main line this time was not love, much less taking their story as the prototype, but using an abnormal paranoia that had fallen from the peak to the abyss as the main line...

She was avenging her hatred of him on the comic book protagonist.

Seeing that she did not speak, William thought that she had tacitly agreed, the curve of his lips became even wider, he pulled out a chair and sat down, with one leg on the desk, he pulled her into his embrace, and held the drawing in his hands. "What's the name of the cartoon?"