The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The man … Lindsey smiled as she hung up the phone and walked lightly out of the classroom on her feet.

Her three brothers are rarely warm and fuzzy, and have liked to be stern-faced since childhood. Bruce was also stern-faced at first, but now that his mind has adjusted, he is a bit of a bad-ass gentry son.

It is probably because she has never enjoyed the feeling of being tenderly cared for by her brothers, so she has become dependent on him, unknowingly.

When she came to the parking lot downstairs, she looked around with customary alertness, walked to Bruce’s car and pulled the door open to get in.

“You’re hungry.” Bruce smiled and rubbed the top of her head, then took her hand in his the next moment. His thick, warm palm pressed against the cold back of her hand, rubbing it delicately: “Let’s go to for lamb, the place is fixed.”

“Okay.” Lindsey smiled and withdrew her hand, pinched his cheek hard and forced the question, “Why did you suddenly want to pick me up, is there someone unwelcome that went to the house.”

Bruce feigned pain and begged for mercy, “Let go first, let go and I’ll talk.”

Lindsey sat straight back and looked at him good-naturedly, “Okay, go ahead.”

“It’s Phoebe, and it’s in my tea.” Bruce knew that if he didn’t tell her, she would know when he returned to Grant Residence, so he simply told the truth: “But I scared her away.”

“Putting drugs in your tea? Lindsey looked at him incredulously: “What kind of drug!”

The nerve of Phoebe is too much!

Bruce quirkily hooked up the corners of his lips, slowly leaned over and smiled against her ear: “The kind of medicine that promotes the emotion and love of the couple.”

Lindsey’s heart flinched, cheeks instantly red dripping blood, turned back to glare at him indignantly: “Bruce!”

“Well …” Bruce stifled a laugh and swore solemnly, “I definitely didn’t touch that cup of tea, nor did I let her touch me.”

“So gentlemanly? Don’t you feel bad.” Lindsey grunted and snuggled into his arms in exhaustion, closing her eyes to fake sleep.

The more Phoebe died, the faster she would die, and she wasn’t worried at all that Charlotte would give her the benefit of the doubt.

When we arrived at Shabu Shabu, it was the same courtyard as last time, but this time it was much colder and we had to eat in the elegant room.

Lindsey ordered some of her favorite food and took out her cell phone to send a text message to Charlotte, specifically mentioning that she had taken the initiative to go to Grant Residence and drugged Bruce.

Charlotte’s reply was quick, but simple and overwhelming: “You want to die!

Lindsey smiled and sent back a cheering emoji, put away her phone and chin to look at Bruce.

After returning from Cloud Mountain, his thin cheeks have grown a lot of flesh, and his whole temperament has slowly become much warmer. Unlike the first time we met, it was a lifeless hedgehog.

Bruce made her look uncomfortable and couldn’t help but mutter, “Where do you want to go for Christmas? I can go with you.”

“I have exams at the end of the month, so I don’t have time to play.” Lindsey bristled, “I’m regretting my decision to go to graduate school, and I’m also taking it across majors.”

The cute look that she unconsciously showed caused Bruce to laugh lightly and tease, “A warrior’s hand will tell you what you have, I believe you can do it.”

“You’re laughing at me.” Lindsey wrinkled up her nose and coldly went to tickle his armpit: “Let you laugh …”

“Hahahaha …” Bruce laughed even louder and kept shaking his body to avoid it: “It tickles, it tickles … hahaha. ”

Lindsey wouldn’t relent, tossing and turning for a while before stopping.

The hot hot pot was quickly brought up, Lindsey picked up a wet towel to wipe her hands, and couldn’t wait to pick up the chopsticks to the pot of lamb.

Bruce looked at her with amusement, reached for a clean bowl, and thoughtfully helped her with the dishes.

“You eat, too, don’t just focus on me.” Lindsey was a little embarrassed, her cheeks flushed, “I’m not abusing you.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“It’s okay, I like watching you eat.” Bruce smiled dotingly, “I’m happy when you’re happy.”

“You …” Lindsey pouted, and continued to bury her head in her food.

Bruce was lost in thought for a moment, and it was Lindsey that gave him the feeling that giving her the world was not enough. If it was someone else, one more look would be too tiring.

After eating and drinking, it was almost time for Lindsey’s class. The two of them came out of the elegant room, Lindsey pushed him to slowly step on the sunshine and walked in the direction of the parking lot.

The cold wind was blowing, Lindsey didn’t feel cold and asked curiously, “Bruce, when is it going to snow in B City.”

“That’s something to ask God. If you want to ski, wait until you finish your exams and I’ll take you to Ice City.” Bruce lifted his head and gazed unfocused at the distant sky: “There are crystal-clear ice castles, bright and charming neon, and pure white snowflakes.”

“Owe it for now, when you recover from your injuries, you’ll have to accompany me wherever I want to go.” Lindsey sensed that he was not in the right mood, so she reassured him, “Life is too long a road to walk.”

Bruce turned his head sideways and patted the back of her hand, not saying anything.

Lindsey understandably stopped the conversation and rambled on, asking him if he had gained weight.

No matter how she asked, Bruce would always say, “Absolutely not,” which made her feel super unfulfilled.

The afternoon class was relatively short, ending at less than 5 p. m. Lindsey packed up her class notes, went downstairs and immediately got in her car and told the driver to go home.

Lindsey was surprised to see Bruce’s number on her cell phone, which kept ringing on the way home: “I’m on my way, I’ll be home in 20 minutes.”

“Well, I’m out with my sister, so I may not be able to have dinner with you.” Bruce raised his eyes to look at Edward across the table and gently admonished, “Don’t go hungry.”

“Okay, I got it.” Lindsey, unaware of his side of the story, smiled cheerfully, “You eat more, too, and don’t drink.”

Bruce’s heart warmed up, and a pleasant smile crept up to his eyebrows: “As you wish.”

Edward was also looking at him, with some kind of dangerous emotion under his eyes that was not known to anyone.

The atmosphere in the elegant room was stagnant, and the heavy smell of gunpowder between the two seemed to explode at the slightest point.

“Ahem …” Charlotte cleared her throat and opened her mouth to break the silence: “We don’t want to get involved in real estate, not now and not in the future, Edward should find another partner. ”

“Miss Charlotte really do not think about it?” Edward still won’t give up and continues to convince Charlotte: “I’ll pay for the land, you pay for the capital, it’s a good deal.”

“No need to think about it.” Bruce interrupted him and said firmly, “There is no need to cooperate.”

At this point, Charlotte naturally did not want to stay long. After packing her bag, she stood up gracefully and smiled apologetically: “I wish Edward success with his project.”

Without a word, Bruce pressed the controls of his wheelchair with his overlapping hands and turned around.

After leaving the restaurant, the two siblings returned to the car, each silent in their own way.

The Hawke family and The Grant family have never had much contact with each other, after all, they are not in the same circle. The motive of his initiative to come to the door this time is too intriguing.