The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce looked at his arms crying heartbreakingly, little face suffocated red little, completely confused.

Not to mention coaxing, he can’t even hold it, right?

Stiffening both arms to hold the baby, he thought about it and hit the button of the wheelchair with his elbow, slowly gliding along the corridor. Newborn babies are very insecure, and the little one was clearly resistant to him.

Loud cries spilled all the way down the hallway, still showing no signs of stopping. Probably because he was crying so much, a nurse came out of the nurses’ station and called out to Bruce in a whisper.

“This is how a baby should be held, you are a first time father, right?” The nurse took the baby away very skillfully and taught Bruce by hand, “Keep him against your chest with his head a little higher, like this.”

Bruce handsome white face, light speed floating dark red. He said he was not married yet.

The nurse, who knows what is in his mind, demonstrates and explains at the same time. The baby’s crying, also in the nurse’s gentle words of soft coaxing, gradually ceased.

“Come on, you try.” The nurse saw that the little baby stopped crying and gently returned the little one: “You hold it and see.”

“Thanks.” Bruce thanked her politely and held the little baby the way she said.

Bruce was so happy to see it, he couldn’t help but thank the nurse again, “Thank you, otherwise I wouldn’t have known there was something to be said for holding a baby.”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Every new father has to go through this hurdle, go for it.” The nurse saw that the baby was already going to sleep, smiled tenderly and returned to the nurses’ station.

Bruce held the little baby, and a heart gradually softened into water. He secretly thought if Lindsey also gave birth to his own, how good it would be.

The baby was crying too much in the first place, and he was soon sleeping sweetly against his chest, Bruce looked down at his sleeping face and felt a sense of happiness as a first-time father.

Unfortunately, this feeling lasted less than a minute before it was broken by Lindsey’s mocking voice: “You have a nice way of holding a baby.”

“The nurse taught me that.” Bruce told the truth: “Kids are really hard to serve.”

Lindsey gave him a, you know, look, reached out and took the baby, turned and went into the room.

Bruce followed him in and turned back to the guard who had come with him, “Just move the stuff in here.”

“Move what?” Lindsey, as an afterthought, instinctively looked at the unfamiliar face behind him, “What did you bring for.”

“Baby milk powder that big sister brought back from abroad.” Bruce said lightly: “All recently produced, I brought over three stages.”

After the milk powder was moved, the ward then quieted down, the two people you look at me, I look at you suddenly no words to say.

After a long time, Lindsey pursed her lips and took the initiative to speak: “There is nothing more, you can go back first.”

“Okay.” Bruce replied unusually dry, actually not so much want to go: “Do you want to go downstairs for a walk.”

Lindsey sniffed, looked down and tenderly examined the little baby for a while, and gently nodded: “Sure, I’ll drop you off.”

When he came out of the inpatient unit, Bruce was still reluctant to leave and deliberately slid his wheelchair towards the atrium of the main hospital, Lindsey had to follow him with the baby in her arms.

Passersby, who were unaware of the situation, thought they were a family of three and looked at Bruce curiously.

Bruce, who has a great appearance, even in a wheelchair, is the center of attention wherever he goes. In this regard, Lindsey sighed to herself.

When she came to the largest broad-leaved banyan in the atrium, Lindsey was too tired to find a clean place to sit down, looking at the baby in her arms from time to time.

Bruce was quietly by her side, his heart full of happiness.

It’s only been a few months, but he feels as if it’s been years since he’s been with her like this.

The sun is shining and the breeze is blowing gently, carrying a refreshing fragrance of flowers. With Lindsey by his side, such a day had been away from him for so long that it gave him a sense of unreal illusion.

“What the hell did you do to Burton?” Lindsey’s puzzled voice drifted softly over as he wandered off, “How did he get like this.”

Bruce pulled back from his thoughts, tilted his head to follow her gaze, innocent hands: “I did not do anything, you asked me to give him an arm.”

Lindsey raised her eyebrows and gave him a cold stare, then put the baby in his arms and got up to walk towards Burton, who was not far away.

When she got there, Kevin was also in his wheelchair, coming out from another path. The atmosphere became depressing when they met each other.

“Burton,” Lindsey greeted graciously, a dazzling smile on her face: “What a way to meet people.”

“What do you want.” Burton narrowed his eyes, a quick flash of cold killing intent in his narrow eyes, “Better not be smart.”

“Oh …” Lindsey let out a hearty laugh and reached out her index finger to poke him gently in the arm, provoking, “How would you thank me if I said I could help you get your arm back. ”

“Shameless!” Burton scowled crossly, “Don’t you touch me.”

“All right then.” Lindsey withdrew her hand, her clear eyes sparkling with a smile she couldn’t hide: “But …”

“Say something!” Burton impatiently reprimanded a sentence, the expression on his face has obviously loosened.

The shamelessness also needs the cost, which Burton knows.

He originally thought it was just a dislocated arm, and not dead. Who knows Bruce that insidious guy, but in the name of helping him to correct the bone, the other arm also to dislocate.

He had no choice but to tell his father about it. After he was admitted to the hospital, he tried every possible way to contact Claus in B city, but it turned out that he was abroad and would not return for several months.

So the good hand and foot, he became this ghost today, became half crippled.

Lindsey was amused to see his face change. When he was waiting more and more impatient, his hands like lightning grabbed his two arms, pulled down hard, and then pushed back violently.