My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 91

H—e was sick again.

"I'm fme."Patrick Miller said as he shook his head,with his face pale white, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. Even the color of his lips changed.

"Come and sit over here." Alice Clyne struggled to help him sit down on the sofa, and asked worriedly, "What about your medicine? Didn't you always take medicine? "

Patrick Miller gritted his teeth as he reached into his shirt's pocket with his hands and took out a small box. His fingers were trembling as he tried to open it, but his hands were shaking so that he couldn't even take them out.

A splitting headache.

He tried not to make a sound.

"Allow me." Seeing that, Alice Clyne immediately snatched the box from his hands, opened it, and poured out the two medicines,but she was startled: "You changed the medicine?"

Last time in The Isle of the Clouds, she didn't smell anything special on the medicine.Hearing that, his gaze deepened, and he did not say anything more. He pressed his hand to his forehead, and pressed his fingernails into his temples to ease the pain.

Alice Clyne did not care about the medicine at all. She rushed to the desk and picked up the water of the hotel to him , unscrewed the cap, and handed it over to Patrick Miller"Thank you."he with difficulty as he reached out to put the two pills into his mouth and gulped the water down.

"Are you all right?" Alice Clyne stood in front of him, worriedly looking at him, "Is

your headache always so severe?"

Patrick Miller held his head and did not speak."Wasn't that operation very successful? Why did it leave such a huge aftereffect?"Alice Clyne asked.

In the past, he had performed a big operation and several small operations, and then it completely recovered his eyesight. They could all be said to be the perfect cases for the medical world.

Instead, he suffered from the aftereffects of a headache.

"Patrick Miller looked at her silently, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He smiled faintly," I will tell you these in the future.

Since he said that, Alice Clyne no longer asked.The two of them sat and stood.Silence filled the air. They shared their thoughts.

Time quietly flowed by, Patrick Clyne's gradually recovered, and the pain between his brows slowly faded away.

'Tm fine, then I'll go first, just in case I meet Mary Clyne." Patrick Clyne pressed against the side of the sofa and stood up, his figure slightly swaying.

Alice Clyne immediately extended her hand out towards him.

Her original intention was to help him, but Patrick Miller grabbed her hands all of a sudden. He stood straight and looked down at her with a pair of long and narrow eyes filled with complex emotions.

Alice Clyne froze, staring at him blankly. The light in his eyes made her confused.

When he was young,he liked to tightly grab onto her hand and let her lead him to every place.

That's not right.

He was not small Patrick Miller,but he was Mary Clyne's husband, a person that she had already given up on.

"..." Alice Clyne's eyes flashed, and quickly retracted her hand.

"..." his gaze dimmed, his face had turned even paler than when he was ill. "Your hand

Her palm was plastered with Band-Aid s.'lt's nothing. I'm just wiping off some small wounds."

"Is that so?" his lips moved, he did not say anything, and after a long while, he finally spoke, "Then I will go first."

"Alright." Alice Clyne immediately nodded, and she no longer had any intention to ask why he helped her, she just wanted him to leave quickly.Patrick Miller's current appearance reminded her of the time when he lost his memories. Once again,he did not recognize her."By the way, if you'd like, I'd like to hear what they're talking about." When they reached the door, Patrick Miller suddenly turned around and said to her, "I really want to know what kind of woman Mary Clyne is."

When he said this, there was no gentleness in his voice, only indifference.

Alice Clyne looked at him in shock, not knowing what happened.

Seeing that she did not reply, Patrick Miller did not say anything, and bid her farewell again:

"Then I'll be leaving first, I'll give you my number again."

"Alright." Alice Clyne nodded, "I will help

you get your phone back."

To help her, his cell phone was still next door.He left first, and she was the only one to take it back.

"Yes."he nodded, then turned and left.

Looking at his figure disappearing from the door, Alice Clyne blinked her eyes, her eyes revealing a trace of doubt. It was weird why did he talk about Mary Clyne with such a cold tone.

What was it that I want to know, what kind of woman Mary Clyne is?

His voice was so indifferent, as if he didn't

love Mary Clyne at all.

Alice Clyne could not understand, and sat inside the room alone for a long time.

She waited until dusk before walking out of her room. She found that waiter and took back the phone.

At this time, Mary Clyne and Rosanna Tiffany had long left.

The stolen plan was completed perfectly.

All she had to do was to wait to go back and hear what they said.

Today was hard to for her to come out. Once she returned, she must stay with William Cullen for 24 hours once again, and the thought of this caused her head to hurt.She felt that she and William Cullen were like infant, unable to be separated by others.lt was only until night that Alice Clyne finally drove back to Port of Heaven.

She carried her backpack back to the deluxe duplex in Building A and pushed open the door. The air smelled fresh and it was quiet.

"I'm back." Alice Clyne raised her voice as she changed into her slippers at the entrance.

Since she was home so late, William Cullen must feel bad.

Her voice faded into the quiet air, and no one answered her.

This man actually didn't run out to scold her? Was he still in the company and hadn't come back yet?

Alice Clyne was startled,and then walked inside. The whole way there, there was no one around,and the living room was filled with wolves, the furniture all messed up, the tea set broken all over the floor, as though it had been robbed. She could not help but frown.