The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

After a few more moments of conversation and dinner Old Mr. Grant went to his room to rest, and Lindsey and Bruce went downstairs to accompany him to take a medicinal bath.

The wooden barrel used for the bath was brought back from Samuel. Each board was polished by grandpa’s hand, and then carefully tightened with herb-soaked canes, and the glue used for caulking was also an ancient recipe.

Lindsey stayed outside the bathroom and waited for the maid to put Bruce into the tub before she wandered in slowly with her book.

The bathroom was large, with tempered glass separating the wet and dry areas in the middle. The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

“I’ve already filled out the registration information, and I may have to enroll in a class tomorrow.” Lindsey didn’t open the book, but sat down on a chair by the sink and looked at him with her hands on her chin: “Bruce, wasn’t my decision too hasty.”

“Hasty? That’s not true, but …” Bruce raised his hand, wiped a piece of the foggy glass away, and looked at her with a smile, “Don’t take Grandpa’s word for it, he just said it off the top of his head.”

“Old Mr. Grant is very serious, right?” Lindsey gave him a blank look and raised her hand to check the time: “I’ll come back when it’s time.”

“Where are you going?” Bruce propped his hands on the edge of the tub, trying to stand up in a hurry, but unfortunately not succeeding: “Didn’t you promise to stay with me.”

“You kid.” Lindsey teased him with an odd smile, “I’ve seen it many times anyway, not this time. I’m going to call my third wife.”

Bruce’s face is flushed, not sure if it’s the steam or something else.

Lindsey talked to Fiona on the phone for about half an hour, remembered Bruce who had been left in the bathroom, and hung up the phone to go back to check on him. When she got into the bedroom, he was already lying honestly on the bed with the help of the maid.

The eyes of each other met in the air for a second and smiled in unison.

After the rehabilitation massage, Lindsey collapsed beside him so tired that she didn’t want to move: “It’s a pity Dr. Hunter couldn’t come along, and I don’t know how long Grandpa is going to keep us here.”

Bruce squeezed her shoulder heartily and comforted her, “Just another day or two, Grandpa has been very busy lately.”

“Well …” Lindsey grunted and got up tiredly, “Good night, I still have to get up in the morning for my grandpa’s morning walk.”

Bruce suppressed his reluctance and looked at her tenderly, “Tough job.”

Lindsey waved her hand, yawned and opened the door to go out.

The next day, Old Mr. Grant hired a Chinese medicine specialist to come to the house, Lindsey accompanied him to discuss the prescription, and then hoofed it downtown to enroll in a sprint class and bury herself in preparation for the exam.

The promise to Bruce to eat kebabs was delayed again and again until mid-November.

When we arrived at the place, in addition to Cary and Carl, there were Charlotte and Mack, as well as two unfamiliar faces that we hadn’t seen before.

“Introducing, these are my best buddies, Ransom and Terence,” Bruce took Lindsey’s hand, doting on her, “My sister, Lindsey.”

Lindsey politely stretched out her hand and shook them one by one, and when she saw Charlotte squinting at herself, she couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

Bruce insisted on taking care of her, and even adopted her as a sister with a different surname, and Old Mr. Grant didn’t object, and said he would let her into The Grant family tree sometime.

Lindsey wasn’t very interested, and she hadn’t fulfilled the conditions Old Mr. Grant had promised her.

We ate and talked until 9:00 p. m., when Charlotte led Mack, Cary and Carl out due to a dispute at the Moon Pavilion.

Once they left, the table became a little empty. Probably because he hadn’t met Ransom and Terence for a long time, Bruce couldn’t get enough of them and beckoned for a few more beers.

“Terence is up to Ensign, congratulations.” Opened the drink, Bruce happy to end: “Here, this drink I toast you.”

“Yes!” Terence picked up one of them and opened it, clinking it with him with gusto: “I wish you a speedy recovery, too.”

Bruce bitterly held the corners of his lips, tilted his head and drained the beer in his hand. The recovery is not possible in this life, his own physical condition, he knows better than anyone.

Ransom saw that he was having a hard time and put a big hand on his shoulder: “You can make a career without legs, we believe in your ability.”

“Thanks.” Bruce returned a smile and was about to raise his glass again when Lindsey’s hand came up.

Bruce stalled, silently withdrew his hand, and looked at her with a tilt of his head: “I’ve got it under control.”

“I know.” Lindsey smiled and took the initiative to take a beer to toast Ransom and Terence.

Lindsey, startled, gets up and drags Bruce’s wheelchair backwards.

Ransom and Terence followed suit and quickly secured Bruce.

The sounds of vandalism and yelling are getting closer and closer, and the sounds of diners crying and calling the police are echoing in their ears, Lindsey calmly takes out her cell phone and calls the police, then discusses with Ransom and the others and decides not to leave for now.

The owner and the staff were busy evacuating the patrons when the assailants and the assaulted arrived, and Lindsey saw that something was wrong and immediately whispered, “These people seem to be coming for Bruce, so be careful.”

Ransom and Terence exchanged glances and were on guard.

Less than a second after the words landed, a group of people who appeared to be red-handed, rushed towards the four of them.

Lindsey noticed the baseball bats in the hands of the men and raised an eyebrow in disdain; B-town was one of the best, if not the best, in terms of law and order, and having a kebab with a weapon was a joke.

Suddenly, beside her, Ransom and Terence had gotten into a fight with someone.

Both are from the army, but apparently, their standard is still much worse than Lindsey’s three fierce brothers.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

After looking cautiously for a few seconds, she leaned down and whispered quietly in Bruce’s ear, “You be careful, I’ll go help.”

Bruce nodded, hands subconsciously clenched fists: “You be careful too.”

Lindsey threw him a, you’re kidding look, a shifting body to join the fray. Lindsey was reminded of Ben and Harvey the other day and became more and more aggressive.

Ransom and Terence were so dumbfounded they almost thought they were dreaming.

The screams of wolves and ghosts were heard, Lindsey gave a sum of money to the shopkeeper, and Ransom and the others pushed Bruce out of the alley, got into the car quickly, and were gone in an instant.

On the way, Bruce gave Jack a call, and then instructed the driver to send Ransom and Terence to the Yu Yuan Hotel. They had a mission to return to B City this time.

“I have a question.” Before Ransom got out of the car, he looked at Lindsey with a desire to say something: “I don’t know if I should say it.”

“Lindsey grew up practicing martial arts, and several brothers have been in the military.” Bruce knew what he wanted to ask, stopped Lindsey in time to lift Warren out: “Lindsey’s kung fu is a family tradition.”

“So it is!” Ransom laughed: “Bruce, you boys are too lucky too!”

Terence laughed too, with a strong look of longing on his face.

Bruce smiled as he watched them enter the front door of the hotel, took out his cell phone and called Charlotte, talking for a moment and then instructed the driver to turn around.

Lindsey rubbed her arm, which hurt a little, and asked suspiciously, “Where to?”

Bruce reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, teasingly hooking his lips: “To go dog fighting.”