The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

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It’s not that I don’t want to check Burton, after all, break the bones and connect the tendons. He is no longer how nonsense, aunt is also Old Mr. Grant’s own daughter, tearing face is not good.

The atmosphere was suddenly silent, only Lindsey did not notice, continue to deal with the bowl of chaos.

Bruce lowered his eyebrows for a long time and spoke slowly: “Check Phoebe first, as long as Burton is willing to stay honestly in Dinghai, let him go for now.”

“Good.” Charlotte nodded and turned around to take out a document from her bag: “This is the whereabouts of Miss Tina before she went to Cloud Mountain, take a look at it.”

Bruce took it and put it aside, the afterglow to see Lindsey eat full, immediately handed a tissue over: “Eat full all go to rest.”

“Hiss …” Lindsey leaned on the sofa for a while, sitting up when the right shoulder suddenly became throbbing pain.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce looked at her nervously, “Is it hurting.”

“It seems to be.” Lindsey was not sure, there were a lot of people and hands, probably in the chaos of the collision.

Bruce was so distressed that he immediately grabbed her hand and carefully pulled her up: “Go to your room, I’ll show you.”

“No need.” Lindsey’s face was red with embarrassment, the injury was on her back, so she couldn’t let him see it.

Bruce sank his face, and without saying a word, he took her onto his lap and controlled the wheelchair to go back to his room.

Lindsey struggled a few times, but found his arms were as hard as iron pliers, so she gave up. When the light was turned on, she obediently took off her clothes, exposing her shoulders.

The orange light was hazy and ambiguous, and the color of the large bruise contrasted with the white skin.

Lindsey thought it was no big deal and immediately turned around with relief to walk to the dressing mirror and look at it sideways.

Looking at the bruise on her back, Lindsey couldn’t help but laugh at herself: “It’s ugly.”

The words just fell, Bruce went and returned, holding a bottle of white aerosol, coldly said: “Come here, I will give you spray.”

“I haven’t showered yet.” Lindsey subconsciously answered: “Let the nurse spray me, I’ll go shower first.”

Bruce did not make a sound, nor did he mean to leave. His face was dark and sullen, and his anger seemed to have reached the breaking point.

“I just touched it by accident.” Lindsey saw that he was not happy, and hurried to fix his clothes over to soothe: “It’s just a superficial injury, it will heal in a few days.”

“I was useless …” Bruce growled lowly, whimpering like a wounded beast: “I didn’t protect you.”

Lindsey lifted her hand to cover his lips and smiled in a relaxed tone, “I’m really fine.”

After the words, she raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder, dodged deftly and grabbed her pajamas and ran away.

Bruce closed his eyes, his hands clenched in fists, his body emitting a frighteningly majestic murderous aura, murmuring words: Burton!

A wall of the bathroom, Lindsey sideways, through the mirror carefully look at the back injury, speechless bitter smile.

It’s no wonder Bruce was so angry with herself. The bruise is so big that it hurts to look at it, and I don’t know what that ungrateful person did to it. Thanks to the presence of Terence and Ransom, otherwise Bruce would not have been able to fall well.

After showering, Bruce’s face had eased up when he went out, smiling at her gently: “Lie down on the bed, I’ll spray you.”

“Mmm.” Lindsey answered yes, and honestly got into bed.

Bruce took control of the wheelchair and moved closer to the bed, his fingertips trembling as he landed on her smooth back, his voice dull, “It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“A little, but that’s nothing compared to Ben.” Lindsey reluctantly twisted her head to look at him, “Hurry up.”

“Oh …” Bruce withdrew his hand before he could finish, his handsome face reddening involuntarily.

The skin of Lindsey, who has just taken a bath, is pink and smooth and soft, and there is a light fragrance of shower gel. In the face of such temptation, how can there be no other ideas.

Lindsey sulked and buried her head, her whole body’s nerves were tense. The hand seems to have magic power, with a burst of tingling electricity, greatly stimulating adrenaline.

After an unknown period of time, sensing that he seemed to be wandering, Lindsey coughed lightly in shame and embarrassment and reminded, “Are you ready or not.”

“Ahem …” Bruce pulled back from his thoughts and smiled pleasantly, “I thought you wouldn’t be nervous.”

“Why …” Lindsey’s voice was soft, like a feather gently brushing against the heart, one can’t help but feel tickled.

Bruce pretended to be calm, and quickly sprayed her with the salve, hands over it at the same time, while rubbing and laughing: “I do not know, intuition thinks so.”

“Bruce, don’t be a pervert!” Lindsey said angrily.

“I really didn’t …” Bruce blushed and gave her the rub honestly: “The potion is good for rubbing.”

Lindsey gritted her teeth, before he did not say more excessive words, quickly rolled over and sat up, indignant look at him: “Bruce, believe it or not I bite you!”

Bruce arched his eyebrows and graciously reached over, a position for you to bite.

Lindsey frowned, looked at him for a second, opened his mouth and bit it, until the taste of fishy sweetness came to his mouth, then he let go.

“You’re really biting.” Bruce did not feel the pain, but his face became a little twisted: “No more jokes.”

Lindsey threw him a pair of blank eyes and put on the blanket to sleep.

Bruce smiled bitterly and exited, closing the door, looking down at the teeth marks on his arm, and immediately winced in pain. The bite is really a bite, it seems that next time not so stimulating her.

Back to his room to lie down, Bruce shameful insomnia. As long as you close your eyes, your mind is full of her smooth and tender back, so soft and so seductive …

The night went by in a flash, and when the morning sun broke through the clouds, a new day dawned.

Lindsey woke up early to memorize and waited for Dr. Hunter to wake up to accompany him to give Bruce a needle. The back injury was still painful, so she had to dictate the instructions.

After the lumbar needles were applied, she noticed that Bruce was not in good spirits and casually asked, “Did you work as a thief last night? Such big dark circles under your eyes.”

Bruce vaguely changed the subject just as there was a call on his cell phone, “Who is it.”