The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce slightly tilted his head, the bottom of his ink-like eyes were full of laughter: “Whether my body is white or not, you are not the most clear.”

Lindsey’s white cheeks flushed a layer of pink, sullenly turned around, went back to the room to change clothes.

Bruce’s smiling eyes chased her back until it disappeared before he retracted it. He could feel Lindsey was fond of him, but could not guess the extent of this fondness, whether it was deep or shallow.

In fact, he privately did not want her to go to school, and once she did she would face separation, and then he would have no reason to keep her. On second thought, if she was unhappy, it would also go against his original intention of bringing her back.

Lindsey is free and naive, like a delicate rose. The bright but passionate intrusion into his life, crushed those pressed in the heart of the haze and fog, warm and intoxicating.

He coveted the way she relied on himself and was willing to give her all the goodness he could give, without reservation, even if it was for life and death.

“What are you staring at?” Lindsey changed her clothes and came out, seeing him still lost in thought, she couldn’t help but tease: “I don’t think your black face looks good.”

“What would it take to look good.” Bruce pulled back the lingering thoughts of despondency and met her watery eyes with a smile, “I can try to change as long as you like.”

“Really?” Lindsey said, a few steps in front of him, without warning, reached out and pinched his cheek: “Smile more, so that you can look alive.”

“Okay.” Bruce involuntarily raised his hand, tightly encircling her slender waist, and abruptly tightened the force towards himself.

Lindsey has not yet reacted, the whole person has jumped on him. The moment the tips of the noses pressed together, the man’s crisp, clean scent, instantly enveloped over, tickling the heartstrings.

“Bruce!” Lindsey glared at him angrily, her body quickly pulled away: “Next time you take advantage of me to lie to you, I will not spare you.”

Bruce laughed lowly in a dumb voice and slowly controlled the wheelchair to follow her pace.

When he came downtown, Lindsey got out of the car and went to help Bruce without too much trouble, moving naturally and smoothly.

“I’ll do it myself.” Bruce struggled to move into the wheelchair with the help of her hand, his face a little unnatural.

Lindsey waited for him to sit down, looked down and straightened the hem of his shirt, went behind him and circled his shoulders with a smile, grinning fiercely: “Don’t pretend, you’re ruined anyway.”

Bruce’s throat tightened a bit, slightly turned sideways, his face incomparably gloomy: “What do you mean?”

“Literally.” Lindsey looked at him with a smile in her heart, “I can’t save you.”

Bruce’s eyes dimmed for a long time before he took her hand again.

The weather has turned cold, Lindsey’s hand is soft and icy. The temperature of the clasped palms is hot all the way to the bottom of the heart, as intense as the August sun.

When she entered the bookstore, Lindsey told Bruce to sit and wait while she dove in and searched through the specialist books section.

The interdisciplinary exams were very difficult, especially with less than two months left before the exams, and she had no confidence that she would pass.

After a few turns, she went through all the tutorials for each major and felt like she was reading a book in the sky.

At that moment, a voice with a mocking tone abruptly floated over: “You want to study Fine Arts?”

The girl was not too old to hear the voice, and was wondering when a boy’s voice sounded out, “Why not? I’ve always loved drawing and studying calligraphy, but my parents wanted me to study business management.”

“Fine, fine, you can take whatever you want, talk as if you’re sure to get in.” The woman was still clearly impatient.

Lindsey had a flash of insight and rushed back to Bruce, and she decided that she was going to major in Fine Art.

The first time I saw her, Bruce suggested that she go out for shabu-shabu, and Lindsey didn’t object, but went online with her cell phone to check the registration time for the exam.

She only vaguely remembered that registration started in September, but it was already October, so she didn’t know if she would be able to make it.

After scrolling for a while, she was relieved to see that the online registration had not yet closed, so she put her phone away and looked out the window.

“Where are you going?” I casually asked a question, turned around and saw Bruce’s face was very red and abnormal, habitually raised his hand to cover his forehead and touched it: “You don’t have a fever, why is your face so red?”

“I don’t know, I just feel hot in my chest.” Bruce rubbed his temples and looked away in embarrassment.

He couldn’t tell Lindsey that the blush was because he had inadvertently seen something he shouldn’t …

“Let me feel your pulse.” Lindsey said, one hand had reached into his shirt, the other hand to take his pulse.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The two were very close to each other, Bruce dropped his eyes slightly, he saw the two green snow on her chest again, and blushed even more.

Lindsey only felt his heartbeat, which seemed chaotic, and suspiciously withdrew her hand: “Is it going to be okay, why don’t we go to the hospital first?”

“I’m really fine, it’s probably because this period of treatment is starting to pay off, causing the blood to circulate faster.” Bruce lied calmly and tried his best to suppress the charming thoughts in his heart.

Lindsey thought carefully about what her grandfather had said and nodded silently.

However, at the moment she nodded, she saw her own shirt buttons, somehow loosened two. In looking at Bruce’s visibly red face, instantly understood.

“Rascal!” Lindsey gave him a slap in the face, angry and annoyed.

Bruce was dumbfounded by her, and in silence, the car soon entered the courtyard of the famous Shabu Shabu Zhai in B City.

After getting out of the car and looking at the layout of the courtyard, Lindsey knew without guessing that this must be the property of The Grant family again. Charlotte always likes to put up a pile of decorative wheat wherever she eats and dines.

Helping Bruce out of the car, the two were about to turn around when another car pulled in and arrogantly pulled up next to their car.

Lindsey frowned, this was the parking area for the already shabu shabu, who else was going so fast.

“It’s Ben,” Bruce spoke faintly: “The time we went back to Cloud Mountain, he was delegated to the mountains to guard the warehouse, this will be afraid of us to die.”

Lindsey unconsciously held his hand, his face raised a smile of interest: “to go to the mountains and come back so arrogant, this brain circuit is also the longest.”

“His brain circuitry has always been different from normal people.” Bruce also laughed: “To be precise, it is brain-dead, let’s go.”

Lindsey heard him use the word brain-dead for the first time and couldn’t help but giggle: “You know how to curse too.”

“I’m not usually the one who curses.” Bruce tilted his head to look at her, his ink-like eyes curved into crescent moons, “Do you want to eat shabu-shabu or not?”

“Of course I do.” Lindsey shrugged mischievously and went behind him to push the wheelchair. Within two steps, she heard a familiar teasing voice behind her, “Bruce!

“Looks like someone’s trying to team up for a poisonous attack.” Lindsey knew it was Harvey, but didn’t stop in his tracks, and joked on his lips, “Guess when they’ll do it.”