The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The car entered the downtown area of B City not long after, and arrived outside an antique mansion.

Lindsey was led by Carl and verified her identity before she was allowed to enter. When you enter the gate, you are greeted by a shadow wall carved with auspicious clouds and flying cranes, and around the wall is a lotus pond with several water lilies in bud.

Inside, through the winding corridor, the main house with flying eaves and green tiles has a distant atmosphere, with a heavy historical charm.

Lindsey didn’t have the heart to appreciate it, but what she saw before her gave her a better understanding of The Grant family.

Bruce sat calmly in his wheelchair and nodded slightly at Lindsey. Beside him, in addition to Cary, there is a middle-aged man of about fifty years old, dressed in civilian clothes, with a sharp and steady gaze.

Lindsey subconsciously frowned, but still politely returned the salute. At that moment, behind them came another middle-aged woman, and a man in his thirties with a feminine face.

After standing outside the main house and talking, the group went into the house and took their seats.

Lindsey sat next to Bruce, perhaps to act more like a couple, he kept holding her hand. The temperature coming from his skin was as cold as the feeling he gave.

And Lindsey also felt that everyone was looking at her with scrutiny, even contempt. The whole scene had been cold, even lunch was eaten in silence.

After a short break, Bruce personally took Lindsey back to the courtyard where he lives. Probably because of the haste to move in, wherever there is a threshold, there is a wheelchair-friendly hitch, in new condition.

“This is my home.” Bruce controlled the wheelchair to stop under the date palm tree in the courtyard, his eyes fell on the flower garden not far away, his expression obscure: “Cure me. lindsey, I believe you.”

“But I really won’t.”

“Then do your job.” Bruce dropped the words, reoriented his wheelchair, and entered the house with a grim look on his face.

How dare she lie to him!

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The rest of the afternoon, the original cold courtyard came to many people, Bruce to the body has not yet recovered as the reason, did not come out. He did not move, Lindsey is also happy to leisure, from the study took a few medical books, leisurely lying in the backyard on the rocking chair seriously study.

The first time she started reading, she couldn’t say she had read a lot of books, but she had read more than the average person.

The books in Bruce’s study, in addition to many handwritten medical cases have not read, the rest she can almost recite backwards.

Dinner was served in the courtyard, and Carl and Cary joined them at the table. It was a small thing, but Lindsey could see that Bruce had deep feelings for these two people.

After eating, Bruce didn’t rush back to his room, but took Lindsey out of the Gu residence for an unprecedented drive in the direction of the suburbs.

If he doesn’t say, she won’t ask. The first thing you need to do is to ask him, and he may not answer anyway.

Half an hour later, the car drove into a hot spring resort on the outskirts of the city, and just after parking, a waiter-like person came over and diligently pulled open the car door: “The room is ready, your guest is this way please.”

Lindsey is not interested in soaking in a hot spring in the summer, but Bruce’s temper is inscrutable, and the two of them really don’t know each other well, so only one line made her stop asking.

“Aigoo, isn’t this … Bruce? I heard people say your leg is crippled, and it looks like a rumor.” Just walking inside, a gloating voice suddenly came from the corridor, followed by a man of twenty-three or twenty-four years old appearance, arching out.

Lindsey saw Bruce stop and frowned at the man as well. Whether Bruce is disabled or not, saying this to his face is clearly a slap in the face.

“Harvey…” Bruce’s voice was not the slightest bit warm, as if he did not hear the derision inside his words. “Long time no see.”

“It’s been a long time, more than four years.” Harvey narrowed his eyes and swept Bruce’s legs, his eyes fell on Lindsey’s face, and he was instantly stunned: “Which family’s daughter is this, how come I’ve never seen her before, Bruce, don’t you want to introduce her?”

Lindsey’s looks are very distinguished, eyebrows like a distant mountain with Dai, black eyes like the most brilliant stars in the summer night sky, shining with a dazzling light, high nose, lips not point and red, skin such as gelatin blows.

The simple white shirt light-colored jeans on her body, but it is difficult to hide the ethereal cold and arrogant temperament, compared to those in the city day after day fancy clothes and heavy make-up of the noblewoman, more dusty and uncommon, floating as immortal.

“The daughter of an old friend.” Bruce did not want to say more, lightly dropped a sentence, then greeted Lindsey said: “Let’s go.”

Harvey is very unhappy, when he was in high school, the female students in his class, all like to chase Bruce, he is a famous and powerful boy in the city of B, how can he be willing.

Lindsey grew up following her grandfather’s martial arts training, and was influenced by several brothers, so her reflexes are naturally different from normal people. Moreover, her impression of this man was so bad that she didn’t wait for him to get close, she gently avoided it, while a bold thought came to her.

At the time of L city, Old Mr. Grant’s appearance was still fresh in her mind.

Even if she didn’t have much experience, she knew that such a family hated women who were domineering.

Bruce said she could cure him, which was not the reason she agreed to come to B City in the first place. In Lindsey’s opinion, she would never wait another 11 months for something that could be solved in a month.

The idea is set, Lindsey’s eyes inexplicably float a creepy smile.

“Since we met, why don’t we get to know each other?” Harvey said, lunging at Lindsey with the strength of his drink.