The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Cary stumbled and almost didn’t fall out.

This Lindsey was too … unconventional. Although she is a nurse, but this kind of words, how to hear it does not sound right.

Lindsey walked fast, beautiful watery eyes written full of calculations, out of the courtyard only to stabilize the light footsteps, pretending to pose as a young lady’s frame.

Phoebe waited in the parlor of the main house, her pretty face grim, stretching her neck, constantly looking towards the door.

When Lindsey entered, she met her resentful gaze that she couldn’t take back, and she didn’t even try to avoid it.

It seems that she is really a passerby in her eyes and those of the people behind her.

“Hello, Miss Phoebe.” Lindsey smiled pleasantly and sat down, gesturing for the maid to serve tea. “Sorry, Bruce got bitten by a dog today, he’s in a bad mood.”

Phoebe froze, coldly remembering what she had said about Ben at dinner yesterday, and her face subconsciously changed.

Bruce had been back from L city for almost a month, and the gate records showed that he seldom went out.

Lindsey used what kind of method to let him go out for several days in a row once he arrived?

And she said she had been bitten by a dog, who was the ‘dog’ … It couldn’t have been Burton, the reckless one!

“Miss Phoebe?” Lindsey noticed her lost expression and took a sip of tea, the corners of her lips rising slightly. “Coming over so late, is there something important you want to see Bruce about?”

“Ahem …” Phoebe pulled back from her thoughts and purposely cleared her throat, a faintly sarcastic smile floating on her lips. “I’m afraid you can’t make up your mind about this, I’ll go see Bruce myself.”

He said he was about to get up.

Lindsey put down her cup of tea slowly and methodically, and called out to her without delay. “Miss Phoebe probably forgot that I am his wife, the young lady of this mansion, you come to my husband so late, am I to understand that you are interested in my husband.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Phoebe had a pout on her face and seemed to be holding back the anger in her heart. “Miss Lindsey is so loud, are you not afraid of your tongue!”

“No.” Lindsey blinked, just as Cary came in and nodded respectfully at her. “Young lady, Bruce is looking for you.”

“Send the guest.” Lindsey dropped the words, got up and left the parlor.

What did Bruce want with her? Lindsey gave a playful glance at Phoebe, who was in a mess, and then quickened her pace.

She would never see her again in her life, so there was no need to hold her tongue.

The first time I entered the door, I heard an unusual movement coming from the bedroom, and my brows were subconsciously furrowed.

The first time I saw Carl outside the door with a helpless face and a tray in his hand.

Reaching down to glance at the disfigured meal on the tray, Lindsey reached out and tugged Carl aside, gesturing for him to bring a new one over.

Carl was silent and turned to go.

Lindsey lifted her foot, tested the angle, and put it down again. “Bruce, if you don’t open the door, I’ll break in.”

Lindsey was silent for a few seconds, then heard Cary’s footsteps approaching and asked him in a whisper what was going on.

Cary said he didn’t know, Bruce often doesn’t eat when he’s in a bad mood.

Lindsey clenched her fist, raised her foot again, tried it and found that the door seemed to be held against the wall, and her pretty eyes suddenly lit up with anger.

“Kick the door and don’t talk.” After lowering her voice and whispering in Cary’s ear, Lindsey ran away like the wind.

Cary does not know why, and worried about kicking the door, flying out of the wood scraps hurt Bruce, only used three layers of force.

Kicked a dozen times in a row, the room suddenly came Bruce’s roar, scared him panic under the strength to make a big, the door and the top of the cabinet in the back fell down together.

The whole courtyard was shaken by the “bang” sound.

Lindsey clasped his hands to his chest and glanced at the mess, blinking innocently. “Tell someone to come over and change the doors and windows.”

“Yes young lady.” Cary saw Bruce’s cross-eyed fury and hurried away.

Lindsey clapped her hands and slowly lifted her feet, kicking open both the door and the cabinets, and pushed Bruce to the living room. “Why don’t you eat.”

Bruce doesn’t say anything, the muscles in the corners of his eyes trembling violently, the hands resting on his lap slowly, slowly, clenching into fists.

Lindsey gazed down and took in his small movements, pursed her lips, and abruptly dropped her head.

Lindsey closed the door behind her and moved a chair with her hands on her chest, cocking her head at him.

The company has a lot of ability to move the sideboard in the room to top the door, how not to seal all the windows as well.

After watching quietly for a minute or so, Carl’s voice came through the door. “Young lady, dinner is ready.”

“Bring it in.” Lindsey opened her mouth and looked at Bruce with a smirk, “You have two choices, either eat the meal yourself or I’ll take care of it by force.”

Bruce lifted his eyelids, his stagnant black eyes, faintly flashed with killing intent.

“Want to kill me, you can not yet!” Lindsey finished slowly and methodically, seeing Carl standing still and not going out, his brow furrowed. “Carl, there’s no shortage of light bulbs in the room.”

The corners of Carl’s mouth twitched and he silently backed out, closing the door behind him in the process.

Lindsey narrowed her eyes dangerously, suddenly and spontaneously dodged to stand behind him, the index and middle fingers of her right hand, eagle claws like a pinch on the back of his neck that was vaguely bulging with tendons, and smiled down in his ear. “Do you think that if I strip you naked and throw you out, it would be considered a benefit for the maids outside.”

“Don’t you dare!” Bruce growled out lowly, his face turning instantly livid. “This is The Grant family!”

“What’s wrong with The Grant family? Even if the president came, I’d still dare.” Lindsey aggravated the force and “giggled” out loud. “Bruce, I think I’m your wife.”

Bruce’s spine had crumbled and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. “I’m eating.”

“From now on, no locking yourself up, no skipping meals, and you will follow wherever I tell you to go.” Lindsey finished in one breath, suddenly noticing his ears were red again, and was overjoyed. “Bruce, you’re so cute.”

“I promise you.” Bruce’s face was expressionless as he stared ahead. “Let go.”

“Good point.” Lindsey fluttered aside as she let go of her hand, her lips curving in a nice curve.

Bruce gave her a murderous glare and took control of the wheelchair himself as he went over to eat.

Lindsey waited until he was almost done eating, hummed and opened the door to go out.

Carl and Cary were waiting outside, sticking their heads through the door and seeing Bruce eating, both wiping their sweat.

Lindsey is too tough! I don’t know what method she used to get Bruce to behave.

“You two, guard him at night, excessive Qi and blood tumbling is not good for his injury.” Lindsey walked a few steps away and then back again, whispering instructions. “If it’s serious, you’ll die.”