The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Old Mr. Grant didn’t sit for long before he left, and the two Gu Wenlin’s went with him.

Lindsey glanced at Bruce and raised an eyebrow, asking him if he was bored. To be honest, those who came to visit included members of the cabinet, the city’s wealthy, and the heads of major families, but she had no desire to deal with them.

If Old Mr. Grant hadn’t come, Lindsey would have stayed in her room and read a book.

It’s just that the house is really boring, Carl’s face is always on, and Cary is never seen all day, and he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

“I’m not going. The weather forecast says it’s going to rain.” Bruce dropped a sentence and slid back into the courtyard with his wheelchair under his control.

Lindsey shrugged her shoulders, squinted at the gloomy sky for a moment, and followed with her head shaking behind her back.

Just inside the door, it was indeed raining outside.

Lindsey rolled her eyes, took away an apple, and wandered off to the study to practice her writing.

Grandpa said that writing can calm the mind in order to sharpen one’s temperament. She has been practicing for almost twenty years, but she still can’t change her active nature, so this is not true.

After spreading out the rice paper, Lindsey finished her apple and glanced at the bookshelf, then took out the most common ink stone and studied the ink carefully.

After a few minutes, Lindsey fetched a soft brush and filled it with ink, slowly writing down four big words – the storm has arrived.

Since she appeared here, the mansion has not been peaceful at all in the past few days. Those who came to visit Bruce in the name of, but actually want to see her.

They wanted to see what kind of girl Old Mr. Grant, who could make the president of a country subservient, had married to his grandson.

The situation of following the trend among the luxurious families is much more powerful than the common people.

The more the top family, the less easily fall behind.

The next time I saw Bruce not coming in, Lindsey smiled and turned around. “I did not know that you have the habit of peeping.”

Bruce was slightly surprised, but the expression on his face did not change. “Afraid of disturbing you.”

Lindsey raised his eyebrows, leaning half against the desk with his hands on his chest, looking at him in a good way.

His face looked a little better than yesterday, but he was still very thin. He was actually very tall, just emotionally repressed after his serious injury, resulting in his low body fat, and his whole body had a morbid beauty.

“I’m going back to nap.” Bruce deliberately ignored her gaze, sliding to the bookshelf and reaching for a book, controlling the wheelchair to slowly turn around.

Lindsey doesn’t say a word, mischievously extending her foot as he passes under her nose. “Bruce, are you a man?”

The wheels of the wheelchair were stepped on by her, and displeasure slid across Bruce’s eyes as he lifted his head without a moment’s hesitation and met her smirking gaze.

Lindsey blinked mischievously and leaned over, grinning deliberately against his ear. “You’re looking for death.”

Bruce’s mind shook slightly, his deep, night-sky eyes looked straight into hers, and a light white ring surrounded the nail of his thumb, which was pinching the book.

“I guessed right, huh?” Lindsey “giggled” out loud, abruptly straightened up, throwing him a meaningful look, chin up first out of the study.

Bruce wasn’t depressed, which was a great blessing among misfortunes.

The sound of silvery laughter gradually can not be heard at all, Bruce tilted his head, fell to the heather case, the heart rate suddenly accelerated.

The fact that she sees everything, but pretends not to know anything, somehow, he feels warm.

Lindsey, Lindsey!

–Lindsey!

I think Old Mr. Grant put the word out that no one came to visit in the afternoon and the rain got heavier.

Lindsey woke up from a nap, heard a special noise outside, yawned and opened the door unhappily.

She followed the direction of the noise and found that Dr. Hunter and his assistant had come over, and woke up with a start.

Bruce had a problem!

The first thing you need to do is to get your hair in order and rush into the treatment room, where Bruce is lying on the bed, his pale face without a trace of blood, and from afar he looks deadly still.

He was fine at noon … Lindsey squeezed in, stood quietly behind Dr. Hunter and stole a glance at his record book.

The fever, and with abdominal pain? Lindsey’s eyebrows narrowed as she saw Bruce’s eyes open and lifted her foot to hold his cold hand naturally. “How do you feel?”

“I feel like throwing up.” Bruce finished and looked away with difficulty.

Lindsey gazed down and noticed that his pants had been replaced with new ones, and hurriedly withdrew her eyes to pretend she hadn’t seen them. “It’s okay, Dr. Hunter’s here.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Bruce nodded embarrassedly and unconsciously clasped her hand.

Her hand was warm, and the warmth of her touch spread along his palm, and his once-frozen heart gradually melted into a puddle of water because of this warmth.

The most important thing is that you have to be able to get a good idea of what you are doing.

“Acute gastroenteritis, not a big problem.” Dr. Hunter held up his glasses and turned around to order his assistant to prepare a drip.

Lindsey sniffed, quietly withdrew her other hand and winked at Bruce with a special meaning. “Small problem, don’t eat anything greasy for two days, I’ll inform the kitchen to modify the recipe later.”

Bruce knew she was just checking his pulse, a shallow curve passed his lips and he nodded.

Lindsey smiled brightly and let him hold her hand.

The doctor’s instructions were given and he left with his assistant.

Lindsey crooked half of her body, pillowed on his pillow, and yawned widely in his ear. “The mansion is reliable, right?”

Bruce’s sword brow frowned slightly, half a moment, hesitantly nodded.

The fragrant scent of a young girl, if not the same, drifted over, like snow like lotus, refreshing his heart, so that his nerves followed to ease down.

She was very close, he raised his eyes to see her cheeks on the fine fluff. The blown skin is so pink that he wants to kiss it.

“It’s better to pay attention, we all eat the same dish and you’re the only one who has problems.” Lindsey muttered in a small voice, her tone unpleasant. “And I don’t know how you’ve lived to this day, every day someone wants to get you killed.”

“Scared?” Bruce pulled back his disengaged thoughts with difficulty and finished, his gaze dimmed for a moment.

He did not know that as long as he lived he was in danger.

Lindsey blinked and laughed. “What am I afraid of? I’ll be gone in half a month, and no harm can come to me.”

Bruce suddenly felt very uncomfortable, cold face turned his head to look at the other side.

Lindsey noticed his change, pursed his lips and slowly sat up straight.

His face was white, an unhealthy white, with a slight greenish tinge and almost no shine. Every day and night, physical and mental torture, really not ordinary people can bear.

Sighing, Lindsey patted his shoulder and whispered, “Even if I go back, we’re still friends.”