The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

As the reporters were filming the event, someone recognised Aurora and his voice almost broke through the sky with excitement, “Miss Aurora, is Mr. Grant invited by you to bring Lindsey here tonight.”

At these words, a circle of journalists formed themselves and asked, “Mr. Grant, when is your wedding date with Miss Aurora?”

“Miss Aurora, what would you like to say about Mr. Grant’s best friend?”

“Mr. Grant, have you considered inviting Lindsey to your wedding with Miss Aurora?”

“Miss Lindsey, can you tell us exactly what your relationship is with Mr. Grant?”

“Miss Lindsey, what do you think of the rumours on the internet that The Grant family has agreed to join The Palvin family in marriage?”

“Mr. Grant, do you still remain friends with Lindsey after your marriage?”

“Miss Aurora …”

Bruce pulled Lindsey to the back of his wheelchair and his stern gaze swept over the faces of the crowd without a moment’s hesitation.

The gloomy eyes were like a cold wind, making everyone’s heart feel cold and they couldn’t help but shut their mouths.

Bruce hooked his lips in satisfaction, his body exuding an aura of unrestrained anger, and smiled warmly: “Friends of the media, I know you have a lot of questions to ask, but it’s not good to be so pushy.”

Lindsey had a hunch that he was doing it on purpose, as he had never been one to deal with the media head on, so it was surprising that he didn’t lose his temper.

At Bruce’s words, someone from the group of journalists suggested loudly, “Then Mr. Grant can give us a few words, so we can wrap it up.”

“In that case, I’ll say a few words.” Bruce smiled again, his pleasant smile as warm as a spring breeze: “In response to your questions, I’ll pick a few important ones to answer. Firstly, I have never been in a relationship with Miss Aurora. Secondly, I don’t know how the previous news came out, I’m not in B city these days. Thirdly, there will be no wedding between Miss Aurora and I, because I could never marry her.”

With that said, Bruce left the crowd of reporters behind and took control of his wheelchair and pulled Lindsey smoothly into the clubhouse with Cary driving the way.

Aurora, who had been punched in the face in public, took the opportunity to dart into her car, pulling Selena with her.

“Back to the Royal Garden.” Ordering the driver to drive, Aurora was so angry that her wine had all but sobered up and she gritted her teeth indignantly, “Selena, find a way to get the media to suppress all the videos and photos from tonight.”

“No problem!” Selena was also furious that Bruce had brought that naive bastard to Idlewild.

The more Aurora thought about it, the angrier she became, but she managed to restrain the impulse in time.

This was a debt she would make Bruce, with interest, pay back.

–Inside the clubhouse.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Inside the clubhouse, Bruce led Lindsey to the exclusive room and gently cuddled her down to the sofa, with a bit of hostility hidden in his eyes.

He had let the press follow him here on purpose. He had been out of town for the past few days and Aurora had been spreading a lot of false news behind his back. He had held back to tell her that she was not qualified to bully Lindsey.

As he wandered off, Lindsey’s acidic, bubbly voice drifted over abruptly. “Aren’t you and that Miss Aurora on pretty good terms …”

“Good what, just know each other, only go out to dinner with her for a few meals.” Bruce pulled back from his thoughts and saw that Lindsey seemed angry and couldn’t help but be secretly nervous, “I’m serious.”

Lindsey stared at him noncommittally for a few seconds, not saying anything.

She was happy, but didn’t agree with him and didn’t want him to get into trouble with The Palvin family for himself.

“Don’t you believe me, I swear to God!” Bruce looked at her attitude and panicked even more.

“So what? Remember at the Royal Food Place when she asked you if I was the little nurse your family hired, and you didn’t answer then.” Lindsey didn’t know where the anger came from: “It was because of a weak heart, I guess.”

Bruce was so angry and amused that his arms went out and naturally he took her into his lap and kissed her deeply on the lips.

How old was the vinegar, and how rancid was it that it took her this long to taste it?

Lindsey forgot to think as he kissed her, and the jealousy that had sprung up for no apparent reason soon dissipated.

Blushing, she resumed her seat just as Charlotte entered the door. She glanced at her brother with a torch-like gaze, her eyes fell on Lindsey’s slightly red lips and she smiled away.

Sitting down with a cup of tea, she opened the folder in her hand, pulled it out and handed it to Bruce: “It’s all in here, there’s a connection between China Star and The Gregor family, you’d better discuss this with my father.”

Bruce paused in his hands and pursed his lips unconsciously. “There’s nothing to discuss, I’ve just cleared up the rumours of dating Aurora in front of the press.”

“Er …” Charlotte didn’t expect him to move so quickly and was a bit overwhelmed: “That’s not very nice, my dad is still on good terms with Uncle Palvin. ”

“Don’t worry, if Aurora can get these press reporters to target Lindsey, she must have a way to squash the news too.” Bruce leaned back in his chair, naturally embracing Lindsey’s shoulders, and added, “Tell all the media that anyone who tries to take pictures of Lindsey in the future will be out of this town.”

“You’re making enemies like that.” Charlotte glanced at Lindsey, her tone not so good, “It’s not a good response to a situation like this, just suppressing it.”

Bruce smiled lightly and let go of Lindsey, holding her hand instead, “I have a better idea, but we won’t know if it’s feasible until tomorrow.”

Charlotte saw that he didn’t look like he was joking and simply dismissed the subject, “I don’t care then.”

“Sis, sorry for the trouble again.” Lindsey’s palm was tickled by Bruce, her pretty face flushed a faint pink, blushing indescribably, “Don’t be mad.”

“Not mad, I’m more than happy to see your door make up.” Charlotte surveyed her unobtrusively for a moment, then noticed her brother’s face, which also seemed to be tinged with a dark red, and her thoughts cleared.

“Take your time and sit down, I have to go now so your brother-in-law doesn’t complain.” Charlotte smiled and raised her hand to check her watch, rising gracefully after her, “Have fun.”

Bruce waved his hand at her, not waiting for the door to the elegant room to close before taking Lindsey into his arms again and teasing her mute voice, “Why apologise, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Things always start because of me, I can’t pretend I don’t know anything. And Big Sis is right, you’re making enemies, the press is out to get a bite to eat, and you’re only backfiring by suppressing it.” Lindsey cupped his face, her gaze sincere. “I know you’re doing what’s best for me, but Grandpa doesn’t want us to do anything out of line.”

“Whatever you say.” Bruce smiled, burying his head into the crook of her neck and murmuring. “Worried about me?”

“You’re all I’ve got, how can I not be worried.” Lindsey twisted his ear and laughed, “By the way, I got a set of mobile phone numbers from the last fight I had with someone and kept forgetting to give them to you.”

Saying that, she took out her own phone and googled the location of the number, tilting her head against his arms and muttering, “They say it’s the number that texts me about every move I make here.”

“So, someone other than Hector is ambushing you.” Bruce stroked his chin with a stony face, his sword brows furrowed, “Starting tomorrow, you don’t live in the flat, move back home.”

“Why?” Lindsey didn’t take the bait at all, “I’m fine living on my own.”

“I can’t sleep without you.” Bruce gently wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, playing softly. “We’ll move back in tomorrow.”

“Not yet.” Lindsey was uncharacteristically insistent. “Kaley’s been watching too closely lately, and if I live back there, she’ll definitely try to find a way to test if you’re all healed up.”

Bruce’s heart softened at the sight of her face in a rare grimace. “Then you must come back for the weekend, and if you don’t, I’ll have to tie you back even if you don’t promise.”

Lindsey pondered for a moment and nodded gently.

What a deceptive girl … Bruce smiled pleasantly away, but in his heart he was thinking that if she didn’t come back, it wouldn’t be impossible for him to work harder to go over there every day.

She just said that she only has herself, how is he not only her.

Only she can know how torturous the pain and suffering is.

After a short sit, Bruce finished going through the information Charlotte had brought with her and took Lindsey back to the old house.

The bedroom had all new bedding, and the pillows that had been brought back from Samuel were flat on the bed. The small, rough pillow was a stark contrast to the space pillow Bruce had been using.

Lindsey couldn’t help but blush again and deliberately joked with him. “Can I sleep next door?”

Naturally Bruce didn’t allow it, and he lazily pulled her onto the bed. Then he reached into his trouser pocket and finally pulled out a box of Okamoto and put it sullenly into her hand.

It was as if he was saying, “I’ve bought it, you’re not going to let me buy it to look at it, are you?

Shy and bashful, Lindsey let go of his hand, grabbed her pyjamas and went to shower first.

Bruce, despite his strong desire, didn’t go too far, considering she had to go to art school the next day, and made out once before falling asleep with her in his arms.

As the morning sun broke through the dawn sky and woke the sleeping city, a new day dawned once again.

Lindsey opened her eyes to see the man beside her, his face clear and sleepy, his arms dominantly straddling her waist, and suddenly couldn’t resist kissing his chin.

The stubble that had just emerged was hard and prickly against her skin, and felt tingly and numb.

“So unfaithful, you don’t want to go to school.” Bruce closed his eyes and moved his large hand to her smooth back, rubbing it down, “Did you sleep well last night?”

“Yeah.” Lindsey kissed his chin again, rolled out of bed and yawned as she went to wash up.

We went out to the yard for some boxing and breakfast, it was not yet 8 a. m. Lindsey saw Bruce had also changed and teased him, “You’re not scared of the staff at work if you go so early.”

“No, they’ll just think I’m a really good boss.” Bruce straightened his tie and took her hand as he walked out the door, “I’ll walk you to school.”

Lindsey, knowing that opposition was futile, simply agreed. “Sure.”

Lindsey was just about to push the door down when Bruce suddenly lowered his head and kissed her on the lips

“You’re fooling around again, I’ve got work to do later.” Shy and annoyed, Lindsey pushed him away. “Don’t do that again.”

Bruce let her go before he was done, his eyes falling on her glistening red lips and smiling away, “Go on, I’ll pick you up for dinner tonight.”

Lindsey gave him a blank look and quickly pushed the car door open to get out.

Bruce watched her go up the stairs before telling Cary to turn around and go straight to the office.

As he had expected, Aurora had really suppressed all the news against her. Throwing away the mouse, he thought about broadcasting an extension to let Cary in.

A few moments later, there were a few knocks on the door of the president’s office, followed by Cary’s expressionless face as he walked in.

“let Tina go, then give her a sum of money, leave the country or go back to B city, leave her alone.” Bruce gestured for him to sit down and added, “Also, tell Carl that the trail is almost ready to be pulled and wait for someone to show their tail on their own.”

“Good.” Cary responded simply and sharply, reminding, “Jack called this morning and said it’s Old Mr. Palvin’s birthday in a while, see what you need to prepare.”