The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce murmured in response, tightening his strength to hold her tight. He is not the same, except for his grandfather is only her.

Bruce raised an eyebrow in amusement, reluctantly released her, controlled the wheelchair and slid to the bookshelf, casually pulled out a medical book and slowly flipped through it.

Lindsey sat back in her own chair, burying her head in the study points.

Lindsey received a text message from Charlotte, unlocked it, glanced at it, turned off the computer as if nothing had happened, smiled and said good night.

She closed the door, she dialed back, smiling and asked, “Miss Charlotte, how did it go.”

“The guys that Dick sent to the police, the statement is not worth much. But Cary found out that Phoebe was also at the Caesar Palace at the time.” Charlotte’s fingers tapped the desk out of habit, “I suspect it really was her.”

“It’s good that it’s her.” Lindsey looked unfocused at the night outside the window and slowly curled her lips: “But it’s our turn to take control of the game.”

“I think so too.” Charlotte’s thoughts coincided with hers and burst out laughing happily: “When I’m ready to deploy, we’ll watch the show together then.”

“Sure.” Lindsey readily agreed, and chatted about other topics before ending the call.

Charlotte must also be well versed in this truth, that’s why she will choose to plan and move later.

Since coming to B City, less than half a year Phoebe how many things, Lindsey really bored very. She just wants to read a book in peace and quiet, how is it so difficult.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

The short weekend passed in the blink of an eye, and when she went to class on Monday, Lindsey unexpectedly ran into Irene again.

She smiled at her indifferently as a greeting, and entered the classroom without a pause in her steps.

Irene didn’t know what happened on Saturday, but she didn’t really have much interaction with Lindsey, so she didn’t have the cheek to go up to her.

After turning her head into the elevator, she thought about it and finally couldn’t resist calling Tina.

After picking up the phone and chatting about other topics, Irene suddenly mentioned Lindsey: “She enrolled in a graduate school exam sprint class, you know this, right?”

Lindsey is actually going to graduate school … Tina’s smile froze for a second, and then returned to normal: “I heard Bruce say that, how did you know.”

“The place where she takes classes and the gym I often go to are in the same building.” Irene rolled her eyes unconsciously, but Bruce didn’t like her at all.

Tina gave a soft “oh” and said she hadn’t gotten up yet, then hurriedly hung up the phone.

The day of the auction, she originally wanted to set up a trap to keep Bruce, but who knew that a hundred times, I did not expect him to be so good.

I don’t know who’s useless, but the one who came to help can’t beat a half-paralyzed invalid.

Tina exhaled angrily and racked her brains to figure out how she could live in the Grant Residence and stay with Bruce.

For her last plan, she went to the hospital to consult a doctor and bought an ovulation monitoring device. I just want to cook the rice, as long as she is pregnant with Bruce’s child, he can’t help it.

After pacing twice in annoyance and still not thinking of a good solution, Tina grunted sullenly and picked up her cell phone to call Phoebe.

After ringing for a long time but no one answered, Tina dialed several times with the same result, so she threw away the phone and collapsed into the sofa, wrapped in anger.

What she didn’t expect was that Phoebe was at Grant Residence at that moment.

After the winter, the courtyard of the old trees only bare trunk, flower beds are also gray, lifeless.

In the curl of tea, Bruce slid his wheelchair into the side room, smiling with little emotion: “Why did you come without notice?”

“I just happened to be passing by and came in to see you.” Phoebe smiled as if nothing had happened, “You seem to have recovered a lot.”

“Not at all.” Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly and greeted the maids with tea: “It’s good to be alive.”

“Cough …” Phoebe choked on her tea and had a vague feeling that she was being seen through.

But the Bruce in front of him, still smile light, eyes deep as before, half can not see other emotions.

“How adult, drinking tea is still so careless.” Bruce half-heartedly joked: “The older you get, the more thoughts you have, and sometimes being plain and simple is happiness, don’t you think?”

Phoebe’s heart thumped, only to feel a cold feeling from the bottom of the feet rose up, instantly straight to the top of the head, panic hung down his head not to look at him.

If at first he was just testing, then this was a real warning, warning her not to have any thoughts that she shouldn’t have.

The room was warm, but Phoebe felt like she was in a freezing cold.

Bruce’s eyes changed, gloomy gaze, as looking at a dead body fell on Phoebe’s face, quietly spoke: “This tea is the best, is to your taste.”

“Bruce I …” Phoebe trembling heart to meet his line of sight, forehead instantly up layer of cold sweat: “I like.”

“But how can I remember, you always love flower tea the most.” Bruce’s lips held a smile of uncertainty: “You take your time, I’m a little tired.”

After saying that, he didn’t even bother to look at her, so he controlled the wheelchair and turned around and left the side room.

Phoebe, who dared to sit, did not wait for him to go far away before she hurriedly got up and fled out of the courtyard.

Bruce listened to her footsteps as she walked away, raised his hand to look at the time, and ordered the driver to prepare the car.

Lindsey went to class almost a month ago, he has not picked her up, brother to this point, really not qualified ah.

When it was almost 11 o’clock, the car steadily parked under the training course, Bruce took out his cell phone and deliberately called Lindsey.

When the call came through, he couldn’t help but laugh softly: “I’m here to pick you up from class.”

“You’re bored.” Lindsey’s heart was warm, but her mouth was nonchalant: “So afraid that I will be abducted, do you want to get a belt for you to bolt me to your waist all day long.”

Bruce laughed, and his low, pleasant voice tickled Lindsey’s heart through the microphone: “Good.”