My Lord, My Billionaire Master

T-he light in front of her eyes was no longer there. All what was left was an endless darkness as her thoughts drifted away bit by bit.

Her hand, which was placed on her waist, slowly slid down and landed on the ground ...

After meeting William for a period of time, Alice's life had been spent in a cycle of being coma, waking up and going through a unconsciousness.

She woke up in a daze. Her eyes opened a little, and were reflected in the ornate ceiling.

She was so dizzy that she could not tell the difference between dream and reality

Not comfortable.

Alice slowly turned her head as if she had lost some form of support. Only when she saw the tube above her did she finally understand that she wasn't dead.

She survived, but how could she?!

This was no longer a forest, but a bedroom so large it felt empty.

"Urgh..."

Alice struggled to sit up on the huge bed. She was extremely weak that it was extremely strenuous to even move her body, so she had just moved her head when she saw a tall and long figure standing at the end of the bed.

On the bed, to be exact.

William stood with his hands across in front of his chest, and his unshod feet stepping on top of the blanket. His gery long pants wrapped around his straight long legs, and his unruly light colored shirt had loosened three buttons, revealing his sexy collarbone.

He lowered his head with his handsome face tense. His deep black eyes stared at her, filled with anger.

If he had any hair on his body, he would have exploded by now.

Seeing a grown man standing on the bed, Alice was shocked. In the next second, she was left speechless.

She clearly hated William to death, but suddenly seeing him standing on the bed with his eyes like a lion's, she did not know whether she should be angry or laugh

Maybe it was because she died once. Seeing William again, she felt that he wasn't as disgusting as before. But, wasn't she dead?

Seeing that she had woken up, the anger on William's face intensified as he roared out, "Alice! Are you fucking sick?"

Wasn't he the one that was sick? Only he had paranoid.

Alice had just woken up and was being scolded. She could not react properly and could only look at the man in front of her in a daze.

"If I tell you to go to hell, then you go to hell! Are you that obedient? I told you to be my woman, why didn't you do it?" William roared, he stared down at her from above, and almost opened two holes on her body, "I still do not know why won't you beg for mercy till death!"

The edge of the forest had clearly already removed her bodyguard. On the third day, he already stopped the guard to preventing her from eating. She still didn't know anything and didn't know to walk out...

Stupid to death.

If he hadn't found that she was unconscious in the surveillance screen and rushed

in to save her, she would already be dead.

She didn't even know how to struggle when she was about to die!

Alice was confused even she was scolded.

It was as if he was the one who wanted her dead, and now he was scolding her instead?

"Idiot! No sense! Stupid woman who doesn't even know how to live!" William scolded her in anger. His originally sexy voice was now twisted and hoarse.

Even he vented out as he kicked her blanket away as he scolding her.

As the blanket left her body, Alice lowered her head and saw that the IV drip on the back of her hand, and she had changed into a nightgown.

"What are you looking at? I did it!" William growled, overbearing and arrogant, "Where have not I seen you before, or touched?"

Alice looked at him speechlessly, before she weakly said, "Don't be too excessive!"

She wasn't worrying about the change of clothes. Her innocence had already been completely destroyed by him.

Besides, she had already died once, so she really didn't want to care about this anymore.

She just couldn't stand this man clearly wanting to kill her, but now he scolded her as if it was all her fault. Causing a ruckus at such a level simply refreshed her knowledge and almost made her doubt her memories.

"Excessive? I didn't go to bed with you when you were dehydrated because I was well -rested."

William glared at her fiercely and stomped his foot on the bed.

If not for the good quality of the Cullens's bed, she would have already rolled down from the impact.

Alice surrendered to his dirty words and didn't have the energy to bicker with him anymore. Thus, she leaned on the bedside in silence, her eyelids drooping slightly.

Let him be.

No matter how he tossed and turned, she only had one life. She was too lazy to struggle.

"What are you playing dead for!"

Seeing that she was indifferent, William became even angrier and raised his leg to kick her leg.

Alice frowned in pain, and looked at the tall man helplessly, "What are you trying to do?"

She was so weak that she could only speak for a moment before expressing her thoughts.

"I want to kill you." William said bluntly.noveldrama

"I'll use you as a bookmark after drying you!"

Alice could not bear to listen any longer, "Then, won't you just let me die?"

Why did he save her?

"That's because I want to know something!" William said.

Alice leaned weakly on the bed and looked at him with suspicion.

William stepped on the bed and walked in front of her, glaring at her, roaring at her, "Other people who wrote their will and you drew your painting, what do you mean no one believes you? What do you mean? Explain yourself to me!"

After saying that, William threw the stack of paper he placed behind him into the air.

The paper was like a snowflake falling on the bed.

Alice was dumbstruck. This was the painting she drew while they were in the forest. It was filled with the scenes of her and Patrick when they were young.

At the same time, she repeatedly wrote a line of words on these paper s: No one trusts me.

William didn't believe her.

Patrick also didn't believe her. Even though she had looked for all the evidence to

prove that she was the person he was closest to the most.

She was honest, but they all thought she was a liar.

Alice's lips trembled, and reached out to pick up the paper.

William raised his leg, causing the paper to fly far away. He glared at her, and his

voice full of anger. "What do you mean nobody believes you? I've misunderstood?"

"It's no injustice?"

Alice asked indifferently, because she felt that this question was really too ridiculous.

"Where is the injustice?" William glared at her, "You planned to climb onto my bed, secretly giving birth to a child, yet you still didn't hand it over. Who knows what schemes you are hiding in your heart, what grievances does a woman like you have?"

"I'm not lying."

Alice said word by word without any hesitation in her tone. She knew that William would never believe her.

He would only insist on what he thought.

"If you aren't lying, then you should collect all the evidence and throw it at that person's head. Let the people who don't believe you apologize to you, and not just die like that!" William roared.

She was stunned for a few seconds before she realized what William had said.

He said that anyone who didn't believe you should apologize to you, not just die.

This person who didn't believe her the most actually said that, as if he was trying to persuade her not to court death.

Impossible.

Alice quickly denied her thoughts. He was the one who let her die, so she looked

at the man in front of her with a puzzled expression.

She didn't understand William at all.

"Why are you looking at me? I can't be wrong! I'm only educating you!" William

glared at her and said arrogantly.

So conceited.

Alice looked at him, and after being silent for a while, she asked with hope, "Then

can I look for evidence?"

"Sure!"

Alice thought she was deaf and was stunned.

He actually said yes?

Why did he become so easy to talk to after she died in the forest?

"Alice, listen up, I have never wronged anyone. I'll give you a week. If you can't

prove your honesty, then obediently scram back here and bring my child with you!"

A week?

Alice wanted to say that it was too short, but with a quick glance, she knew that William was a temperamental person. It was rare for him to be willing to let go, she could not bargain.

She didn't just want to die, so she wanted to live as long as she could.

"Alright, I agree."

Alice nodded her head in agreement. Her heart was already flying out of the castle and she almost wanted to get off the bed immediately. But she was so weak that she was tired to even talk.

"Then you can explain to me something else now." William said.

William showed kindness, but Alice also carefully cooperated with him: "What?"

William suddenly sat down beside her, his pair of long legs resting on her lower abdomen.

Alice didn't have the strength to argue with him.

William picked up a paper and raised it up towards her, then pointed at the young

man papering inside: "Who is this? "Your man?"

Patrick.

It was Patrick.

Seeing the youth in the painting standing in the attic, Alice's expression froze, and

her memories unavoidably smashed into her head...

"Crash -

William swung his palm on her head, and his expression ashen. His voice sinking

even deeper, "Is it really you man? My people didn't find out."

'How is this possible?!'

It was just her brother-in-law, brother-in-law.

"Nope." Alice said weakly, "It's just a cartoon I created."

"You're still composing a comic book even before you die, you really have the

heart to do so." William looked at her mockingly, then said, "It's fine if you don't have a man. Alice, let me warn you, you are my child's mother, you are not allowed to have any kind of relationship with men!"

The tyranny of selfishness was outrageous.

Alice really wanted to ask, even if she was really his child's mother, why would a

man of his position marry her, then why he asked that she couldn't have friends

with men?

But she didn't say that, because she knew he would certainly scold her again in a

frenzy.

Forget it, don't argue with paranoid.

"Hiss

William sat beside her and suddenly tore the paper in his hands apart.

Alice watched as the paper was torn into two halves.

The room was very bright, and the dust on the paper fluttered in the air. The youth

painted on the paper just like disappeared in William's hands.

Along with her memories, everything was torn apart by William.

It was as if everything between her and Patrick was destined to be torn apart.