The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The news of a well-known club in B City being raided overnight was read out by the host’s voice, and the odd feeling at the bottom of her heart was even greater.

After silently taking a bite of food, she thought about it and finally asked, “Did you arrange this? The clubhouse is owned by The Hawke family.”

“Yes.” Bruce generously admitted, his handsome face floated a cunning smile: “He dares to harass you, I dare to cut him off.”

In fact, you … Lindsey looked into his eyes, wanted to say in fact you do not have to do so, the words came to the mouth but did not say anything.

Bruce seems to be more in charge of her than the three brothers, and he really is childish in this behavior.

It’s like grabbing a toy, not being able to grab it, but smashing the other toys in order to fight. He wasn’t like this before.

Lindsey fell silent, his tone serious and inexplicable. “I really don’t like him, but not because of his character, but the class difference can not be friends. It’s like me and you, if you hadn’t gotten hurt, we never would have met in our lives.”

Bruce was stunned, and looked at her with some strange eyes.

“In H, The Grant family, not to mention walking across the street, is to tear down the road, no one dares to say anything, but this is not the basis for you to target others at will. I believe that Old Mr. Grant also does not want, you are so presumptuous.” Lindsey stopped her chopsticks, feeling a puzzling headache. “I’m not really your anyone, just a friend.”

“Let you down.” Bruce dropped his eyes grimly, and habitually laid food in her bowl, “Do you think I’m scary.”

“That’s not true.” Lindsey chewed unknowingly and said vaguely, “People don’t mess with you and they don’t hurt you, so you’re not being nice after all.”

“I don’t like to give people a hard time either.” Bruce exhaled, a flash of danger under his dark eyes, too fast to catch: “But he shouldn’t have harassed you so often.”

“You should adjust your mind, the same rice feeds a hundred people, there are many people in this world who are good.” Lindsey raised her smile and suddenly put down her chopsticks, unexpectedly cupped his face and asked with a smile, “Do I count as a good person.”

“Yes, Lindsey is the best girl in the world.” Bruce’s handsome face twisted in pain and cooperated by complimenting her, “Still the prettiest and most gentle.”

“Okay, count on you passing.” Lindsey withdrew her hand and continued to pick up her chopsticks and gorge herself on food.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Bruce rubbed his cheeks, which were pinched red, and felt Lindsey more and more like an enigma.

Sometimes the clichés come out of her mouth, and sometimes she’s amazingly knowledgeable, with the innocence and liveliness she should have at her age, but also with a different kind of mind than ordinary kids.

Wise, open-minded. Occasionally calculating, but never rely on their reach good, randomly bullying people.

But he is not qualified to talk to her now, he can not stand up, in her eyes will always be a patient.

Lindsey and Charlotte went shopping in the afternoon to pick out something to wear for their annual meeting in the evening.

Dr. Hunter finished his routine checkup and was very pleased to say that the injured spine was recovering well and that he could start training to walk in the next phase.

“Really?!” Bruce grabbed Dr. Hunter’s hand and asked incredulously, “I can stand up on my own as long as the training continues?”

“As far as the recovery is concerned, it’s not a big problem.” Dr. Hunter was overjoyed: “But you have to remember, if you want to do it fast, you can’t do it fast; training is still based on gradual progress.”

“I’ll do as you say.” Bruce’s handsome face reddened with excitement and he withdrew his hand with a shudder.

It’s been over a year! From the accident to now, he has been like a wreck for more than a year, and finally heard a pretty good news.

Bruce’s hands are resting casually on the armrests of his wheelchair, and the backs of his hands are faintly bruised.

Dr. Hunter finished writing up the follow-up notes, called the nurse to help him, put on the leather cover to protect his arm, and tried the height of the crutches to help him start the first step of the training.

The numbness of his nervous system for a long time caused him to have no control over his legs at all, and he had to fall with every step he moved out.

“How can this be …” Bruce fell to the ground, as if all the strength of his body was drained, disheveled.

“Do not rush, with the extent of your injuries, it is a great miracle that you have recovered like this.” Dr. Hunter couldn’t bear to see his disappointment and said soothingly, “Trust me, it will get better.”

Bruce hung his head and waved his hand feebly, gesturing for them all to get out.

“Bruce…” Cary walked to the door, turned back and hesitated, “The doctor is right, you really don’t have to be too anxious, why don’t we wait for madam to come back and let her take another look at you.”

Bruce didn’t say anything, just waved his hand again.

Lindsey came back from buying clothes, and as soon as she entered the door, she heard the maid say that Bruce had locked himself up in the training room and wouldn’t listen to anyone who advised him.

Lindsey walked over to him, bent down to pick up the cane and put it aside, sat down next to him and rested her head on his arm: “Aren’t you happy?”

“No, I just want to be quiet.” Bruce’s voice was low and a little disheveled: “I’m not so useless as to make you worry again.”

Lindsey sat up straight and suddenly pushed him down and pressed up, nose to nose, looking into his eyes: “Bruce, look into my eyes.”

Bruce met her eyes, hands unconsciously stroking her long hair, the knot in his throat sliding a few times, body temperature gradually rising.

“Whether a person is useful or not is not determined by whether he is limbless, but by his brain.” Lindsey said in a soft voice, warm breath, a little spray to his face.

Bruce’s whole heart melted, his eyes burning at her delicate red lips like flower petals, almost couldn’t help but kiss them.

The night to go to the annual meeting, Lindsey does not want him to carry a negative emotions out, pat his face turned over to sit on the floor. “I believe in Grandpa’s ability, he said you can get well, you will be able to.”

The sun sets on her youthful, animated face, faintly gilded with a soft golden glow. The long, curly, thick eyelashes, like two butterflies swinging their wings, casting a dark shadow of light and dark.

Bruce looked at the side of her face with fascination, murmuring out three words: “I’m sorry.”

Lindsey giggled, her silvery voice almost resonating throughout the training room: “Don’t say useless, get up I have something for you.”