My Lord, My Billionaire Master

William had been increasingly crazy.

No wonder he said that he would do something that would make her unhappy. Why didn't he even tell her about it? Did he think things would be better in this way?

William had been too unusual. That made Alice quite afraid.

"Mr. Bacon, Mrs. Bacon, sorry, I have to go back."

Alice stood up and immediately ran back.

"Alice, be careful! You are pregnant!"

Mrs. Bacon hurried to remind Alice from behind.

That had reminded Alice to touch her bulging belly. Then although frowning, she stopped running and chose to walk back.

When Alice reached the old house, she saw many cars parking outside, with bodyguards everywhere. Alice came close and the bodyguards all lowered their heads, "Mrs. Cullen."

"Where are these cars going?"

Alice asked.

"To the hotel."

The bodyguard answered in detail.

So fast to leave?

Alice walked into the old house, after which a familiar burning smell guided her to stand in front of the kitchen door. The entire room was filled with smoke, within which was William's tall figure.

The smell made Alice want to throw up.

Alice walked in with one hand covering her nose. She opened the closed window to let the smoke out. After that she turned her head to see William. William was taking down the pot, then poured all the fish soup into the trash bin.

Eric stepped forward and took away the trash bin to deal with it.

In the smoke, Alice and William looked at each other. William's face now had a rich amount of color. His eyes were red because of the smoke, and on his face, there was something black. His handsome face was very funny under the color.

When William threw the pot aside and picked up another clean pot to pour oil, Alice hurried to turn off the fire, "What are you doing?"

William stopped when seeing Alice doing that. When they glared at each other, he seemed to suddenly realize something. He held Alice's face and leaned close to watch his face mirrored in Alice's eyes. Then he let her go and picked up a wet wipe to clean his face calmly.

He acted like he had done nothing.

Alice was about to ask again when William, who was wiping his face, answered, "I'll make you some fish soup. Why was it charred?"

Making her fish soup?

"The temperature was too high. You should use a smaller fire and let it stay a shorter time in the oil." Alice said.

"Well."

William turned on the fire again.

Once again, Alice went up and turned the fire off. William turned to her in dissatisfaction, "Alice, what are you doing?"

"You'll burn the house. If you want some fish soup, I'll do it for you." Alice said, gazing up on William's face with inguiry.

William stood beside her and waved his hand to disperse the smoke. Alice's inquiry made him avert his eyes from hers, and with a low voice he said, "It is for you to drink tonight, not me." "What about you?" Alice asked.

"I have something to do tonight. I need to go out." William said. Alice stared at him and immediately said, "I will go with you."

"No need." William flatly refused.

"I want to go with you. I don't want to drink fish soup."

"I made this fish soup myself. You dare not drink it?" William said with a cold face.

"I want to go with you."

Alice's tone was stubborn.

Their gazes met, and neither of them compromised.

William narrowed his eyes, "So you've known it. Yes, I have sent someone to bring your adoptive parents here. I know you don't want to see them again, so I decided to let them have dinner with your neighbors tonight."

It sounded reasonable.

"That's not like you." However, Alice didn't believe it, "Anyone knows you will know you won't waste time with my adoptive parents, let alone invite them to have dinner. But now you not only did that, but also made it known by everyone. Tonight's dinner must be more complex than what you said."

"So what do I want to do?"

William was impassive.

"Patrick," Alice gazed up into William's black eyes, saying word by word, "You want to force Patrick to appear. You purposely destroyed all the gifts to show Patrick you hate him. So you definitely won't treat his adoptive parents well. But for Patrick, his adoptive parents were also the parents of Mary, to whose death Patrick always feels guilty. He won't let Mary's last two family members in trouble." Hearing all that, William didn't reply right away. Instead, he turned around and looked down at the pot in front of him. His fingers lightly tapped on the table, on one of which there was still a Band-Aid.

After a long while, he curled his lips, "Alice, I told you not to be so smart."

Alice reached out to hold his wrist.

William's fingers stopped tapping. Alice could recognize nothing from his black and deep eyes.

"William, could you stop be like that?" Alice looked at him, "Actually I don't care anything else. Now, I'm just too worried about you."

"What are you worried about? I've told you, whatever I do is for your good." William said in a low voice.

But actually what he had done had nothing to do with that. Alice couldn't figure out what William wanted to do, which made her couldn't help but be panic.

"William, listen...."

"I did plan to force Patrick to appear. If he doesn't come, I will insult his adoptive parents in public until he appears. Isn't his adoptive father valuing his reputation most? Then it must be torture for him to see his name in tatters in public." William interrupted Alice. His voice was as cold as ice.

So that was really the reason why he refused to let her go to the hotel for dinner.

William turned his face back to Alice, "I've told you. Can you teach me how to cook now?"

He was very calm, as if they had just talked about something unimportant.

"Do you really want Patrick to die?"

Alice asked.

She felt that William was not such a person, but if so, what on earth did he want to do? She did not know.

"You don't want me to do that?" William returned the question with displeasure. "But you have promised that you wouldn't be against me, you forget?" 'You must do that?"

Alice asked.

"Like what you've said, I am paranoid. So I can't control some of my feelings, especially my jealousy," William said, "Alright, if you don't want to teach me, I'll do it myself. You go out."

Alice still wanted to say something, but William pushed her out of the kitchen. So she could only stand at the door and said, "William, I know you have to deal with many things, and I can help with few of them. But even if I can't do anything, I hoped to be the one with whom you can share your minds and make you relaxed, do you understand?"

But William just responded to her with silence.

Then a lot of noise caused by cooking sounded. Obviously, the man causing the noise refused to talk.

Alice stood there, completely being ignored.

When night fell, William left, only leaving behind many bodyguards to protect her.

Alice sat alone at the dining table, looking at the four dishes and one soup in front of her. These dishes were all made by William. To be honest, they tasted better than the fried rice William made before. At least they were not charred, despite being bland.

William's cooking skills had improved.

Probably one day he even didn't need her to cook.

Alice picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks and slowly chewed on it. The clock

on the wall slowly ticked away. The dinner in the hotel must have begun too.

Old neighbors.

Her adoptive parents.

And William. They were all there now.

How about Patrick? Did he appear? If not, William might be really insulting her adoptive parents now. He was good at that.

Alice put the rice into her mouth with her vacant eyes falling on the dishes. The

things seemed to be out of control since they came here.

It had been harder and harder for her to know William's mind.

But she knew William was trying his best to treat her well, witness the dishes on

the table, which had cost William lots of time.

Alice scooped up a bowl of fish soup and slowly tasted the affection behind it.

After finishing it, Alice slowly stood up. She picked up an overcoat and walked out.

But two bodyguards at the door stopped her, "Mrs. Cullen, where are you going? It's too late, Mr. Cullen asked us to let you have a good rest."

Alice turned to look at one of them, "William doesn't allow me to go to the hotel. But he doesn't say I can't go to other places too, right?"

The bodyguard found it hard to retort.

Alice then continued walking forward. The bodyguards hurried to follow her, "Then

Mrs. Cullen, where do you want to go?"

"The cemetery."

It was a bit horrible to hear such a place in the night.

Alice walked to a car and opened its door. After sitting inside, she asked the driver

to start the car. Seeing that, the bodyguards immediately got into the car to protect Alice.

Minutes later, they arrived. With dim moonlight and few stars, the cemetery in the darkness was quite spooky.

Alice walked in with both hands in the pockets of her overcoat. Her footsteps were a little hurried. Behind her, the bodyguards couldn't help but look at each other. Just look at those tombstones. Even strong men like them would feel horrible. But Mrs. Cullen, a pregnant woman, came here at night! What did she want to do? Alice kept walking toward a direction. When she stopped, without surprise, she saw a tall and thin figure standing in the darkness.

He was standing quietly in front of a tombstone, wearing a light gray overcoat. His

profile was handsome and gentle. He also had beautiful eyes, however, sadly, the eyes seemed to have no focus.

Beside the man, there was a white dog on a leash, which behaved very well

without making any noise.

He was too thin now.

What had he experienced?

Patrick.

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"I knew you'd come here before to the hotel," Alice said in a low voice.

How long had it been since they met last time? It was too long, feeling like a century. Standing there and hearing Alice's voice, Patrick's fingers held the leash more tightly. He slowly turned around and tried to look in Alice's direction according to her voice. After that he made a gentle smile, "Yes, I came here to see Mary."

Alice looked at Patrick. With just a glance, she could tell that he had changed a

lot.

He was too calm and peaceful now. Even his way of speaking was slow and unhurried. He was neither nervous nor worried about what would be waiting for him in the hotel later.