The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The temperature outside is more than ten degrees below zero, Lindsey’s hands were frozen almost like ice, cold against the skin, Bruce stiffened for a second, raised his eyes to meet her smiling eyes, helplessly shaking his head.

Lindsey rubbed her hand hard a few times, just wanting to withdraw it, then he hugged it to his lap, a warm breath in his ear: “So happy to play, did not be brother-in-law lecture?”

“What a word.” Lindsey dishonestly touched a hand on his chest, the fingertips touched a certain point on the pectoral muscle, couldn’t help but pinch it twice and exclaimed, “Why is it standing up here?”

“Nonsense again.” Bruce’s handsome face floated a little dark red, sullenly returned a sentence.

Lindsey’s cheek is really too thick … and I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Lindsey sniffed, mischievously spit out her tongue, got off his lap, cheekily sat down on the desk and looked at him from above: “Bruce, I have something to say to you.”

Bruce leaned over slightly, his broad back leaning into the back of the chair, his expression serious: “Okay, you say it and I’ll listen.”

“I’ll be leaving The Grant family when the session is over, so don’t forget what you promised me.” Lindsey raised her eyebrows, “You can’t object to any condition I make.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“I don’t understand.” Bruce’s eyes dimmed for a moment. “The Grant family can afford you.”

“But I don’t need you to support me.” Lindsey jumped off the desk and stepped back in disgust, “As a friend, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but from a doctor’s standpoint, you don’t fit my profile.”

“Cough …” Bruce choked on his saliva and his handsome face turned red, he couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to, and looked at her with a million headaches, “I told you, you can treat me like a brother.”

Lindsey put on a look like you mean it, picked up a file and opened it casually, whispered: “By the way, today I met another man, he actually set up to deceive me.”

Bruce looked puzzled, unconsciously knitted the peak of his eyebrows, waiting for her to follow.

“But he was in too much of a hurry to get out there and made me punch him in the face.” Lindsey saw his face sink in the afterglow, and her voice couldn’t help but lower a few more points: “Hurt not disabled.”

Bruce still had a stern face, reached out and dragged her back into his lap, carefully cupping her hand and examining it carefully. “Does your hand still hurt?”

“No.” Lindsey leaned into his chest good-naturedly and muffled, “You have a big problem with him?”

Bruce neither nodded nor shook his head, just kept examining her hand, his long, thick lashes hiding the fire in his eyes.

Edward was getting bolder and bolder, and it seemed a little wrong not to teach him a lesson!

After lunch, Lindsey took the penlight to the training room to do rehab with him.

The winter sun was shining through the window, and the warmth of the room was like spring.

Bruce looked dotingly for a while, slid his wheelchair to his training position and began the boring training.

“Bruce, you can play basketball, right.” Lindsey stopped panting after a round of punches and said casually while drinking water, “There’s an indoor basketball court I’d love to go play on.”

“Then pick a time and I’ll go with you.” Bruce stared hotly at her sexy collarbone and subconsciously swallowed: “Want to make another bet, this time if I win, you can’t sleep in a sleeping bag at night.”

Lindsey thought for a second and agreed: “No problem, who loses and who wins is not known. Let’s make it this weekend, just in time to send a message to Professor Lee.”

“It’s a deal!” Bruce’s eyes flashed with a sophisticated light and he laughed lowly.

After the winter, the daylight hours always feel short. The sky had already become chaotic and uncertain before 6 p. m. had arrived.

Edward bared his teeth and came out of the military general hospital, pulled up his scarf and hung his head, and quickly got into the car.

“Go to the Royal Food Place.” Breathlessly instructing the driver, he opened the handbag he usually carries with him, rummaging for a while and putting it back.

The film’s female lead is delayed, not only the director is anxious, many actresses who are expected to fight for this role are also anxious. In the past two days, the phone calls for dinner and meetings have almost never stopped, and this one tonight, is a hot new star in the circle.

Young, delicate and dignified features, lively character … economic company deliberately packaged out of the image, he is not unaware, but not good to refuse.

When he arrived at the place, Edward habitually raised his hand and looked at the table, pulled up his scarf and got off.

When he came to the door of the elegant room, he raised his hand and knocked on the hidden door of the room, and pushed it open to enter.

“Edward,” the director was the first to welcome him, laughing and joking with the people next to him, “I knew that Edward would come.”

After accompanying the people with pleasantries, Edward hung his head. He walked around the screen and went to the bathroom.

Removing his scarf, he looked at the bruise on his chin in the mirror and his starry eyes narrowed dangerously. He made a fool of himself today, and fortunately, through his connections, he changed the headline of the news.

Otherwise, it is likely that the media all over the country would be proclaiming: Edward was beaten up instead of courting.

Although he is not a face to eat, so he was beaten by a girl without the ability to fight, very humiliating.

After staring at the mirror for several minutes, he fished out his cell phone and dialed the director, asking him to come behind the screen to talk.

The director was unsure, and when he came in and saw his chin, he almost fainted from shock: “Is that true about noon?”

Edward coolly threw an eye knife over, pulled up his scarf and said vaguely, “The person who beat me is the girl you talked to two days ago.”

“So it was her!” The director stroked his chin thoughtfully and proposed, “Should we change someone to lobby, or let’s make a plan to frame the movie scenes to the American Academy, then you will direct in the dark and I will come out to bamboozle her.”

Edward listened and was nearly defeated by his naive idea: “If she’s that easy to bamboozle, how do you think I got the injury on my chin.”

“Then …” the director glanced at his tightly covered face and instantly ran out of words.

“This way, you let the economic company pick a few more actors, I’ll think of a way to see if we can hire her.” Edward was helpless and turned around to leave.

At the same time in Fragrant Garden, outside the door of the small European-style building of The Corfield family, several police cars were parked.

Kaley got out of the car and swaggered into the courtyard. In the cold wind, the well-maintained face, clearly hanging colder than the cold wind frost.