The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Realizing she had been tricked, Lindsey ground her teeth in anger and rolled up her sleeves to fold back in again.

Bruce propped his hands on the standing frame and happened to stand up. The two eyes met in the air and moved down in silence.

“Doesn’t seem very big.” Lindsey smiled thievishly, sighting his lower body sweeping around liberally: “Just like that.”

“Are you still a girl.” Bruce turned around with difficulty, depressed: “This kind of behavior is clearly playing the hooligan.”

Lindsey smiled proudly: “I am a female nurse, look at a look even if you are a hooligan ah, who let you do not close the door.”

Bruce was speechless, whether justified or not, it was harder to take advantage of her. The standing frame is not very good, and he can’t get dressed with his hands up.

After half a day of tossing and turning, he finally moved to the wheelchair, and when he saw Lindsey not leaving, he blushed a little more: “Get out of here.”

“Why should I go out.” Lindsey nudged him below the small of his back and turned around with a smile, “I’ll go get the maid to come over and help you put it on.”

Bruce sweated profusely and called out to her in time, “You put it on for me.”

Lindsey stopped in her tracks, turned around slowly, and stared at him recklessly for a few seconds before she dawdled and took his pants and put them on for him.

When he got out of the bathroom, Bruce slid the wheelchair to the bed, tossed himself on it, and smiled meaningfully: “Go take a shower.”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Lindsey looked at him suspiciously, and it took a few seconds before she remembered, what she had said to herself at the hospital the first day.

“So what …” Lindsey deliberated and spoke suspiciously: “Is there a marching bed in the mansion.”

“No.” Bruce replied dryly, “The recliner is also broken.”

When she went to the beauty school in the morning, he removed it by hand.

Lindsey looked around breathlessly and found that apart from the big bed beneath him, there were only two seats, which could not sleep anyone at all.

With a sullen hum, she lifted her chin and said glumly, “Then I’ll move over tomorrow night.”

“I have a headache.” Bruce said, his face showing a painful look, rubbing his temples hard.

Lindsey did not know what he had in mind, but she did not let him have his way. Without a word, she left his bedroom, went back to her room, got her pajamas, took a shower, then put on her thermostatic sleeping bag and her pillow, and sashayed back in.

Shut the door, she first laid the carpet, and then proudly opened the sleeping bag, humming and lying in.

Bruce looked at this scene with dumbfounded, how could he forget that he had brought a sleeping bag back from Cloud Mountain.

Seeing her like this, he also had a touch of sweetness in his heart.

“Bruce, you tell me a story.” Lindsey turned over, big watery eyes, unblinking look at him: “When I was little, grandpa used to tell stories to put me to sleep.”

“Weren’t you the one who came to stay with me.” Bruce was messed up: “Why am I the one telling the stories and not you.”

“I’m here to keep you company.” Lindsey flattened her mouth innocently: “This has to do with your storytelling, does it?”

Bruce looked at the sky speechlessly and silently raised his hands in surrender.

He had never heard a story when he was a child, and his grandfather’s discipline had always been military. After searching his memory, he began to tell the story.

Lindsey’s eyes were open at first, and he listened very carefully, and from time to time he echoed a sentence or two. After ten minutes, Bruce’s mouth was dry, but he found that she had long since fallen asleep, with a smile on her face.

The corner of his lips curved, he gazed at him fascinated for a long time, and gradually fell asleep.

The night was dreamless, when the morning sunshine, through the flower window into the room, Bruce will be on time to wake up. After opening his eyes to adapt, he immediately turned his head and looked at Lindsey with interest.

She is not yet awake, thick long ink-colored eyelashes, in the lamb’s white delicate cheeks, casting a faint dark shadow. The small, straight nose, reflecting the bright light, as a layer of soft light as moist and lovely.

The body seems to be on fire, as if looking at it, the whole body’s blood is boiling.

Just as he was struggling with how to hide his instincts, he suddenly heard Lindsey laugh and say, “Good morning.”

“Good morning …” Bruce responded, yes rather than no, “It’s a nice day, do you want to go get some sun.”

“No, I have an appointment with Miss Charlotte to see the wedding dress today.” Lindsey yawned and burrowed out, turning her back to pack her sleeping bag: “I’ll get the maid to come and serve you to wash up.”

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief: “Okay.”

After breakfast, Lindsey went out to see Charlotte, while Bruce went to the treatment room for acupuncture.

When Dr. Hunter finished applying the needles, he called Warren on his bed and asked him if Terence’s qualifications were good enough for the selection process.

The two talked on the phone for about five minutes, Bruce got his answer and turned to call Terence.

First talked about Ransom, followed by a turn of phrase, mentioned the special forces selection criteria, asked him if he wanted to help.

“I can do it myself, and when I’m selected, you can ask Old Mr. Grant to put in a good word for me.” Terence was full of fighting spirit: “Wait for my good news.”

“Okay.” Bruce smiled and hung up the phone, bored and logged onto Twitter to pass the time.

Lindsey’s absence always left him with an empty heart, which wasn’t a good feeling.

At the same time, Lindsey’s mood was also very unpleasant, because she met Edward again.

Charlotte also knows that Edward is interested in Lindsey, but because of the occasional cooperation in the business world, she can’t spoil his face too much.

During the standoff, Mack came out of nowhere, took Charlotte’s hand and left without saying anything: “I only have half an hour.”

Lindsey stifled a laugh, dropped an apology and followed with his feet.

I have to say, Mack’s ruthlessness, used very right occasion. Unfortunately, Edward didn’t think so, and when he saw Lindsey running away, he simply went after her without a second thought.

After following her footsteps, he said as if no one was watching, “I told you, I’m going after you.”

Lindsey’s footsteps pause slightly, full of unhappy look at him, did not say anything.

About 20 meters away, Mack suddenly stopped and turned back towards Edward, his unhappy air spread unconcealed: “Don’t force me to do it.”

Edward has never been so threatened, but he also knows in his heart that he is not his opponent.

He raised his eyes to meet the other party’s gaze, his brain rumbled, feeling the harsh killing intent, could not help but winced, instinctively took two steps back.

In desperation, he had to use the movie as a shield: “Lindsey, you should reconsider about the movie.”

Lindsey coldly snorted, disdainfully said: “No need to think, I have already given you an answer before, stalking is not a gentleman’s way.”

After the words, turning her head to look at Mack, playfully gave a thumbs up: “Brother-in-law is great.”

“What do you keep your fists for, you can’t embroider.” Mack coolly dropped the next sentence and walked back to Charlotte’s side with his head held high.

Lindsey wind up looking at her hands, thinking she really is kind girl ah, why are expecting her to hit someone …