The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Without the presence of outsiders, Bruce’s cheeks instantly became thicker. The look at Lindsey’s eyes, also some meaningful.

Lindsey is not willing to show weakness, while laughing once towards him to approach the past, small hand dishonestly in his chest poking around: “Bruce, when I was in school, I saw a lot of remains, and often have the urge to dissect that place.”

“…” Bruce was silent, a cold sweat vaguely breaking out on his back: “You threatened me?”

“No, I’m serious.” Lindsey’s eyes widened innocently and the corners of her lips lifted in a slight arc of pleasure: “What makes you think I’m threatening you?”

“What threat?” Charlotte opened the door and sat in the additional seat, twisting her head to ask with a smile, “What are you talking about.”

Lindsey sat up sheepishly and babbled, “No, when I was out just now, I ran into the head of my class from Xubai’s high school and insisted on taking me out for a snack.”

“Han Da-head?” Charlotte grunted, disdainful: “Do not pay attention to him, in the future dare to harass you, you can let him cut off his grandchildren.”

Lindsey nodded with a big smile, and glanced quietly at Bruce, who looked at ease and did not seem to object to Charlotte’s proposal.

It was more than an hour after returning to Nine Lakes, Lindsey went to her room, showered, turned on her laptop, looked up the Internet and sulked on her bed.

The major of her undergraduate degree is nursing, and it would be difficult to switch majors, but she really didn’t want to continue studying medicine.

After thinking about the headache for a while, she got up again and looked at the content of the exams required for each major again.

I don’t know how long I looked at it, but suddenly there was a knock at the door. I got up and opened the door, without even looking at anyone, I sat back in my swivel chair and grabbed a pen to write and draw.

“Didn’t you want to see me take a bath? Why didn’t you go.” Bruce, unfazed by her cold attitude, closed the door and controlled the wheelchair to slide next to her, “What are you looking at.”

“I’m looking at the exams for my major.” Lindsey replied lazily, wiggling her mouse and continuing to look through the pages.

Bruce looked with her for a while, his ink-like eyes flashed and he laughed, “You can take whatever major you want, there are classes everywhere here anyway.”

“Yeah, it’s a big deal to take classes for a month.” Lindsey nodded silently and looked back at him with a smile, “Your therapy can’t stop, so you might as well hurry back to bed now.”

“What does therapy have to do with sleep.” Bruce deliberately pretended not to understand: “Old Mr. Wally division may wish to teach me.”

Lindsey was too lazy to talk to him, and once she dropped the mouse, she immediately got up and pushed him: “Bruce, I remember in Cloud Mountain, you seemed to have promised my big brother a condition.”

“Condition?” Bruce was stunned and spontaneously and automatically controlled the wheelchair to go out: “There is no condition, he asked me to protect you.”

“Did he?” Lindsey was noncommittal, but didn’t intend to expose him either.

Pushing him out the door, Lindsey closed it and fell back into bed again, bored, calling Fiona to chat.

After the couple returned to L city, Warren took on another business trip and hadn’t been home for half a month.

The company’s main focus is on the development of a new product that will be used in the future.

Lindsey turned to other topics and talked about them for a long time before hanging up the phone.

After a night of tossing and turning, Lindsey woke up at dawn in the morning and couldn’t sleep anymore.

After washing up, she walked Old Mr. Grant up the hill for his usual morning walk. The air was slightly better than yesterday, so the workout lasted a little longer.

When she returned to the villa from the back of the hill, she ran out without even eating breakfast, knowing that Bruce was still at the training ground.

The training base was separated from Old Mr. Grant’s small two-story building by a fence. When Lindsey reached the entrance, she saw from a distance a line of soldiers jogging past at a regular pace, shouting a bugle.

This was the first time she had seen soldiers practicing up close and couldn’t help but look twice. Waiting for the group of soldiers to pass, Lindsey suddenly found Bruce in the shade, handsome and compelling face, full of despondency.

A light cough, she accelerated her steps and ran over to him, lifting her hand and slapping him on the shoulder: “Go home, don’t look.”

“Good.” Bruce barely squeezed out a smile and instinctively held her hand, “Lindsey, you can go wherever you want from now on, this will always be your home.”

“Excuse me.” Lindsey’s heart moved, deliberately joking: “I will only stay here temporarily, I will leave when your treatment is over.”

The corners of Bruce’s mouth twitched and his emotions instantly became bitter.

As long as Lindsey was still there, he had hope to get up. And, for the rest of his life, she would not be allowed to leave.

Back at Old Mr. Grant’s small two-story building, Bruce, with the help of the guard, went to his room, took a shower, changed into clean clothes and went to breakfast.

Lindsey offered to serve him a night’s porridge and smiled, “After you eat, go with me to the bookstore to buy some materials.”

“Sure.” Bruce arched his eyebrows and asked casually, “Have you decided which major you want to take?”

“I haven’t made up my mind yet, so I’m going to check out the materials first, and if it’s too hard, I’ll give up.” Lindsey took a bite of her bun and said, “What about you, what do you think would be a better major for me to take?”

“Me? I have no opinion, as long as you are happy and like it.” Bruce smiled warmly and casually took a tissue to help her insert her mouth, “Even if you don’t do anything, I can still support you.”

“Who needs you to support them.” Lindsey pushed his hand away, her face a little unhappy: “I can feed myself.”

“Why don’t you feed me?” Bruce smiled back, “I’m looking forward to it.”

Lindsey pretended to think, did not answer the question, Bruce saw the situation, shrugged, continue to eat breakfast.

When he finished eating and went to the living room to rest, the bouncer came over and asked if Burton would be released when he arrived at the door.

“Ask Grandpa about this, I have no authority to make decisions.” Bruce’s face sank: “This is Nine Lakes Mountain, not just anyone can enter.”

Lindsey got up and walked to the window, looking in the direction of the gate of Nine Lakes Mountain, and unconsciously pursed her lips.

It’s only been two days since he returned to B City, Burton is really anxious.

When Bruce went to Cloud Mountain, he didn’t even call to greet him for such a long time, but this time he came back to B City and followed him from Dinghai. Bruce is his true love, not Phoebe.

“When are you going to the bookstore?” Bruce saw her daze, controlled the wheelchair to slide over, as if talking to himself, but also as if deliberately said to Lindsey: “Seems like a long time since I’ve had a dog fight, my hands are a little itchy.”

Lindsey turned around, seriously examined him for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled: “Bruce, I just now realized that you are actually quite dark.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Dark? I think I’m pretty white.” Bruce smiled back, “I think I’m even whiter than you.”

Lindsey knew he was talking about his beating up Ben and cleaning up after Kevin, and couldn’t help but tease, “You’re the only one who’s white, you’re white everywhere.”