My Lord, My Billionaire Master

His current appearance was completely devoid of his usual arrogant. Instead, he looked like a sick child that needed someone to take care of him.

Just like Patrick back then.

Alice reached out her hand, and her hand stiffened

mid-air for a few seconds. In

the end, she patted his back lightly, and said as if she was comforting a child, "It's okay, it'll be fine after a while."

William looked at her, "Woman, my stomach is aching."

Where should she pat?

Alice looked at him speechlessly. William stared at her, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes were blurred. There was no domineering, no overbearing aura. He was just waiting for something.

She squatted down beside him, and as if by chance, moved her hand to his stomach and gently rubbed it. "It'll be fine after rubbing for a while, it'll stop hurting." "Yes.1 William answered with a low voice, and suddenly leaned towards her.

Alice subconsciously dodged backwards, but she was suddenly pulled back by him. He accurately approached her embrace and rested his head on her shoulder.

He leaned on her like a child.

Was he in pain or was he just faking it?

Alice stopped moving and William reached out his hand to cover her hand, "Continue, Alice."

His hand was cold, like ice. It completely wrapped around her hand, causing Alice to flinch.

When Patrick was young, he would always lean on her like this whenever he was sick. He held her hands and told her where he felt uncomfortable.

The memories that she had tried to forget were suddenly brought up again and again by William.

Alice blinked her sore eyes, and wanted to pull her hand away. He leaned on her shoulder, and asked with a slightly hollow voice, "What are you shaking with your hand?"

Her body was stiff.

He squeezed her hand, and his eyes half -closed, sweat sliding from the corners of his eyes. "I know what you're thinking."

His voice was low with pain.

"What?" Alice squatted on the ground in shock.

How could he know who she was thinking about?

"Your fingers are sensitive. Um, they tremble the moment someone touch them." William said weakly, enunciating each word with difficulty, and his large hands wrapped around her own hands, "I already knew the last time we stayed at the Sweetening House."

Alice was completely convinced.

This was what he was thinking about when he's sick?

"Your fingers are so sensitive. What a loose woman." William laughed sarcastically.

This man was crazy!

"You are the one who is dissolute."

Alice was infuriated and she directly used all her strength to push him, using all her might to ruthlessly push him to the ground.

"Bam."

William fell down, the back of his head knocking against the floor ruthlessly.

"William, you are going too far!" Alice stood up from the ground and glared at him fiercely. However, she saw that William was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, completely unresponsive.

Fainted?

"Steward Frank!"

Alice immediately shouted out. The situation with William seemed to be serious. This night was destined to be restless.

In a short ten minutes, Alice saw Daniel's efficiency as the butler of the family. He quickly sent him to the nearest hospital. At the same time, she also saw a group of bodyguards as well as William's personal doctor team.

The entire top floor of the hospital was cordoned off, and all the medical staff were called to talk to keep it a secret.

It had only been ten minutes.

Alice gasped in surprise, standing on the hallway, and she did not know how to react.

"Young Master is not an ordinary person, and he is usually checked regularly by a private hospital. What happened today is a special case. We can only come to the hospital, and we have to make sure that the news of him being sick won't leak out."

Daniel smiled at Alice and explained.

That's true.

William was the CEO of the N.E Transnational Group. If he had a headache, the news would just randomly write about him and the N.E.

"I won't leak it. I'll be leaving first."

Alice lowered her head to Daniel, and said goodbye before she left.

William's test was already out. It was acute gastroenteritis. It was good enough to eat 20 buckets of Ice cream without any stomach perforation. Gastroenteritis was just a small matter.

"Wait." Daniel blocked her way, "Miss.Clyne, you stay in the ward with the young master."

"Why?"

Alice was suspicious. She was the one who was extra merciful when she accompanied him to the hospital to wait for the results of the examination.

"While the young master was unconscious, and he kept calling out your name. I think he really needs your company." Daniel looked at her apologetically, "If Young Master does not wake up to see you, I am afraid that he will be furious."

No one could understand William's temperament.

"My name?"

Alice looked at him in shock.

Why would William call her name in his coma? She wasn't important to him. She was just a fake female swindler.

"Yes, Miss.Clyne. This way."

Daniel brought Alice into the ward, and Alice was once again shocked.

The interior of the ward was lavishly decorated, and the furniture and appliances were all available. It was like a presidential suite. If it wasn't the pure white walls without any trace of decoration, she would have thought this hospital was like this in the first place.

It seems to be another masterpiece by the butler, Daniel.

On the oversized European bed, William was lying down and receiving an infusion solution. He was unconscious with his eyes tightly closed, his extremely long eyelashes casting a faint shadow.

It was undeniable that he was beyond handsome. Alice would sometimes think that he looked like a character from comics. She couldn't find anything to be picky about his appearance.

"Alice! Alice!"

William's thin lips slightly opened. His voice was very soft, but it was especially clear in the quiet ward.

Alice was stunned.

He really did say her name in a coma. Why?

He shouldn't have -

"Look, Miss.Clyne, I already said that you are special to Young Master." Daniel

said with a smile.

"Alice, Alice." William's fingers that were at the side suddenly moved, his brows knitted tightly, and his mouth muttered, "Alice, keep rubbing."

Even in his sleep, his voice sounded domineering.

Hm? rubbing?

"..." Daniel fell silent.

"..." Alice was silent.

She almost thought that the reason William called her name in his coma was because he liked her.

However, thinking about it, it made nonsense. How could William not have any kind of woman by his side? If it wasn't for him mistaking her for having children for

him, he wouldn't even look at her on the road.

Thinking of this, Alice heaved a sigh of relief.

"Steward Frank, can I leave now?" She turned and looked at Daniel.

"Of course." Daniel looked at her apologetically and nodded.

Alice hurriedly left.

Daniel looked at William who was on the bed and frowned. Was he was overthinking? Alice was merely a sex partner in the young master's eyes?

But the young master had never come here in a hurry on a plane just to eat a portion of the Ice cream.

At two in the morning, Alice returned home.

The residents of the building were all gathered together in groups of twos and threes, all of them talking about the helicopter landing in the middle of the night.

Alice put on her jacket and hat and quickly entered the building, afraid that she would be caught and asked questions.

She couldn't tell everyone that William, the famous Mr.Cullen of the world, used a helicopter to land on the roof of a normal district in the middle of the night just to eat a bucket of Ice cream.

This was the truth, but no one would believe it, right?

Alice returned home and quickly closed the door. She was freaked out. She really

did not know what was wrong with her, why would she offend William.

The phone beside her was still charging. And it was almost done.

Alice took her phone, as she turned it on. She walked towards her bedroom and

laid on her bed.

Her cellphone began to play, and a melodious voice came out of it.noveldrama

Her mobile phone system was designed by N.E.

It had to be said that the mobile phone system designed by the N.E. group was perfect. It was like a housekeeper cordially counting every bit of data, but for those who were lonely, it was a form of ridicule.

For example, now, the moment she turned on the machine, she saw the message that was printed on the Mobile Screen

[Dear Master, in the 390 hours and 25 minutes since you left, there have been 5

text messages, 5 trash text messages, and 1 missed call. Do you want to call

back?]

She had been gone for so long that there were only five messages, all of them junk, and only one missed call.

How lonely.

Alice was a little resentful. She really did not know why William designed such a statistics. Was it just to ridicule a person like her who even if would not turn on her phone for a hundred years, no one look for her?

Alice continued to scroll down. There were many pieces of messages in QQ, all of which were sent by the editor urging her to quickly create new comics.

She glanced at the missed call. It looked familiar, like it belonged to a blind date.

A blind date, how could she have the mood to do so now?

Alice placed her phone to the side and looked at the ceiling in disappointment.

All this time, her world only consisted of Patrick and comics.

Patrick, she gave up.

Comics, she haven't created a new one yet.

What did she have left?

Nothing.

There must be a very small number of people who have failed just like her.

She turned and lay down on the bed, burying her face in the soft quilt to hide all

her vulnerability.

The next day.

The sun shone a little through the closed curtains, and the woman on the bed slept with her eyes closed.

Even in her sleep, her brow was slightly furrowed, as if she was suffering from a lingering sadness.

His phone suddenly vibrated. Accompanied by the ringing of the bell, it repeated constantly.

What the hell?

Alice was woken up from her sleep, she rubbed her messy long hair and sat up,

then picked up her phone and placed it by her ear.

"Hello!"

"William?" Alice was stunned when she heard his voice. He's already awake? He

also had her cell phone number.

"You still dare to run? You dragged me into the hospital yet you still dare to run? I

think you don't want to live anymore."

William shouted at her angrily.

Just on the phone, Alice could even see William's fiendish look, did he have

another irritable disease?

"I'm not running away. I'm just going home."

Alice tried hard to make her voice sound calm.

"Within ten minutes, if you don't kneel in front of me to apologize with your

keyboard, just wait for your death!"