The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Old Mr. Heard turned around and saw that it was Adem from the house next door, and entered the house with his eyes slightly narrowed in displeasure.

Lindsey also glared at Adem, arms crossed and grumbled questioningly: “There is a door to the medical school you do not go, why climb the wall!”

Adem scratched his head in confusion and laughed dryly, “I shouted a few times but didn’t see the door open, I heard you and Old Mr. Heard were there, so I …”

Lindsey remembered that she did hear the door called, so she didn’t bother to pursue the matter and asked, “What do you want from me.”

“I heard you were back and came to see. I also prepared a fishing rod, want to go fishing.” Adem’s eyes lit up with anticipation, “There are a lot of fish in the Lanjiang River this year.”

“Really?” Lindsey was a little excited, but when she saw Bruce’s face was dark, she changed her mind: “I have a patient today, I’ll come to your house in a few days when I’m free.”

“All right then.” Adem dropped his head in disappointment, quietly looked at Bruce, and turned around and walked back the way he came.

Lindsey, angry and amused, called out to him: “Go to the gate, the next time I see you over my wall, or I’ll break your legs!”

“Oh …” Adem retraced his steps and followed quickly.

Lindsey wiped the sweat off her forehead and went over to Bruce and said, “Are you okay, I’ll talk to Grandpa if I can’t.”

“I’m fine.” Bruce barely hooked the corners of his lips, couldn’t help but ask in a sour voice: “That guy just now is …”

“A neighbor, he came back to town after college to do eco-agriculture, and he often helps take care of my grandfather when I’m not home.” Lindsey smiled, raised his hand in front of his forehead to cover the sun, and stretched his neck to look beyond the fence.

Not far away, along the banks of the Lanjiang River, a patch of bamboo was faintly visible, lush and green. It seemed like a good choice to go fishing at this time of year.

“Thinking about something.” Bruce saw that she was distracted, and the sourness in her words became heavier: “Disappointed that you can’t go fishing because of me?”

“No.” Lindsey replied briefly, just as a call came in on her cell phone, so she stepped aside to answer it.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Fiona was on the phone and they talked about the kids for a while before turning to Old Mr. Heard, Lindsey talked and walked away, handing the phone to Grandpa as she entered the house and heading back to the backyard.

Bruce was still basking in the sun before the time was up, and it looked a little like he was drying meat.

After standing by the side for a while, she heard Old Mr. Heard greet her and turned her head to dawdle back into the house.

Old Mr. Heard returned the phone to her and said in a cloudy voice, “A happy mood is good for your health.”

Lindsey bristled and ran off in a huff.

Within two minutes of sitting down in the backyard, the phone rang again. She looked down at the number and answered without thinking: “Hello, Miss Charlotte.”

At the other end, Charlotte stared at the screen of her laptop while smiling and asked, “How’s it going, Bruce, are you used to it?”

“Not bad, just started treatment today, it will take at least a few months to see the results.” Lindsey lightened her voice and snuck in, “He’s doing better than expected.”

“Then I’m relieved, and Grandpa will be happy to hear that, too.” Charlotte paused, then said, “Several groups of people have been inquiring about him in the past two days, so you guys be careful.”

“Yeah, I’ll be careful.” Lindsey subconsciously frowned and hung up the phone after a few idle words.

After raising her hand to check the time, she grabbed a hat and put it on, took a few steps to Bruce’s side, and began to give him a massage.

Bruce let the sun burn his whole body, when Lindsey put Old Mr. Heard’s special medicinal wine on his body, there was a kind of burning sensation like fire.

He closed his eyes and tried not to think about anything that he was aware of.

But the scent of Lindsey’s body, if any, always penetrated his nose, and gradually made him confused.

In order to dispel this thought, Bruce had to find something to say: “Big sister called to say what.”

“Nothing much, probably a lot of people think you’re dying, so they’re all a little anxious to set the coffin.” Lindsey’s hands didn’t stop moving, and her laugh was vaguely mocking: “I don’t know if these people are tired.”

“It should be tired, I’m tired.” Bruce also laughed, wanting to confess his feelings, but then swallowed hard.

Now is not a good time.

Lindsey raised an eyebrow at the words and didn’t answer. In her opinion, even if Bruce can’t be cured, everything in The Grant family won’t be Burton’s turn to inherit.

It doesn’t make sense to share the family assets and resources, but also to the aunt’s son, which rich people are not smart.

Such a bullshit idea, but I do not know who Burton is listening to, but also convinced.

Bruce silent for a while, gradually can not feel the warmth of her hand, thought about it and asked: “How long have we known each other?”

“I forget, I don’t think it’s been that long.” Lindsey replied casually and asked in return, “Why do you ask that?”

“Just asking.” Bruce smiled uncomfortably, “My parents left when I was very young, and sometimes I feel a lot like you.”

“Yeah.” Lindsey wearily withdrew her hand and shouted loudly towards Old Mr. Heard in the room.

Bruce sighed in dismay and couldn’t help but mull over Adem’s relationship with her again, his heart souring even more.

A few moments later, Old Mr. Heard came into the backyard, checked his pulse again, and greeted Lindsey to help him sit in the wheelchair.

“The soup should be ready, so make it when you get back.” Old Mr. Heard turned around and went back to the house.

Bruce was dizzy and was pushed by Lindsey, and also went into the house. After almost two hours in the sun, he almost had a heat stroke, but he was lucky to have his military school training.

Back at the ancestral home, Lindsey handed him over to Lange and went to the kitchen.

Bruce was stripped naked and thrown into the medicine stab, and through the wall you could hear Lindsey humming, which was worse than killing him.

But Lindsey had to come in every ten minutes to test the water temperature, not treating him like a man.

Every time I look at her smile with an unkind look, he is going to be so angry that his internal organs shift. He said that when he healed his injuries, he had to clean her up properly.

Time flew by unconsciously, and Bruce came out of the medicine barrel in the afternoon, except for his face was still white, the skin on his body was dyed by the medicine into other colors, not to mention more comical.

Lindsey was so happy that she couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him.

Bruce was depressed and helpless, ate a meal and took a shower with the help of Lange, then went to bed.

The next day’s treatment changed, and while he soaked in a bucket of medicine, Old Mr. Heard placed the needles, after which he was thrown into the backyard, lying like a toad on a huge stone mill, exposing the lumbar spine, and repeatedly rubbing medicinal wine into it.

When Lindsey finished the last rubbing, Bruce really felt like crying and begged, “Can you do it differently?”

“No, you can’t, your legs have already started to feel, so if you change to something else, you’ll be an invalid for the rest of your life.” Lindsey pretended to be difficult: “Ninety-nine steps have been taken, how ugly it is to die in the last step.”

Bruce was just about to retort, when a call came in on her cell phone.

Lindsey grabbed a towel, wiped her hands, and punched the answer button. I don’t know what was said on the other end, but I heard her subconsciously raise her voice: “What did you say!”