The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

There is a momentary lull in the atmosphere as Bruce looks out of the window, his handsome face vaguely clouded with gloom.

Lindsey sipped her soup in silence, her brow tightening unconsciously.

She disliked both Burton and his son, and as the old saying goes, like mother, like son, Kaley must have been prepared to do Bruce harm again by bringing him back this time.

“There’s no denying it, it was said in front of Grandpa, unless I can show proof that he did the crash.” Bruce’s voice was soft, light as if he was talking about something that didn’t concern him, “It’s good that he’s here, I’ll give him a false position, I don’t believe he can hold back from having a fit.”

Lindsey was slightly stunned, but couldn’t think of any way to comfort him, so she took his slightly cool hand in hers and interlocked her fingers with his.

Bruce’s heart warmed and his lips curled tenderly. “Eat up, Matt will be here in half an hour.”

“Good.” Lindsey gave him a sweet smile back and let go of his hand to continue feasting.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

After eating and walking around the yard, Lindsey invited Matt to the den as soon as he arrived to begin his formal study of the F language. Bruce, meanwhile, stayed in the living room, looking calm and watching the TV.

Burton had arrived around eight o’clock and entered, smiling and concerned about his injuries and, as usual, talking frankly about The Grant family estate.

Bruce hooked his lips and listened intently, but in his mind he wanted to throw him out immediately.

After about an hour of small talk, Burton saw that he wasn’t even in the mood for anything, so he made a request. “It’s closer to headquarters, so I’ll be staying here from now on.”

Ever since Lindsey had been forced out, he had been booted back to L city by Old Mr. Grant, and it had taken months of shut-ins and constant pleading from his mother to get him back to B city and allowed to study business with the Grant Group.

Of course he had to be the first to share such good news with Bruce.

“No!” Bruce was still smiling, except that a cold lightning-like light shot out of even his ink-like eyes, “The flat has been arranged for you, near the headquarters, and besides, with your current position, you cannot be assigned a car.”

“What did you say!” Burton looked at him incredulously, “Cousin, you’re joking right.”

Bruce shrugged and threw him a: you tell me. Bruce shrugged and gave him a look that said, “What do you think?” and his eyes went back to the TV screen.

Burton scrutinised him for a few seconds to make sure he was serious, and his face turned even redder as he glared at him in annoyance and growled, “Reason!”

The air in the living room chilled abruptly as Bruce slowly and deliberately lifted his cup of tea and took a gentle sip.

The unconcerned attitude was gradually frightening Burton.

“There’s no reason for that, and it’s late, so please go back.” Bruce saw that he could barely sit still, so he curled his lips and leaned back into the sofa, looking at him with a smirk, “You start tomorrow morning at eight o’clock, and if you’re late more than three times, I’ll have a reason to throw you out of the Grant Group.”

Burton almost gritted his teeth in anger as he shot him an indignant glare and got up to brush his sleeves away.

“There was a loud bang, and the carved wooden door to the living room shuddered as Bruce continued to watch the television with aplomb.

The more anxious Burton is, the happier he is. There was some truth in the saying that dogs jumped to the wall, and he wanted to see how long he could hold out.

It was almost nine o’clock when Lindsey finished her class and after dropping Matt off, she couldn’t help but ask Bruce what Burton had said when he arrived.

Bruce pulled her into his lap and buried his head in her shoulder, whispering wearily. “You really want to know?”

Lindsey couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain at seeing him like this. “Forget it if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m just worried about your well-being.”

“Lindsey, thank you.” Bruce murmured, hugging her and striding back to the bedroom.

The bedroom was unlit and Bruce’s breathing in the darkness was heavy and wavering as Lindsey nestled against his chest, a feeling of unease creeping into her heart that wouldn’t go away.

The next morning the weather changed dramatically, the sky was overcast, lightning streaked across the sky and the thunder was deafening.

Bruce woke up from his dream and reached out to Lindsey, feeling her warm skin, before opening his eyes exhaustedly.

He had had a terrible dream that Lindsey had suddenly disappeared and he could not find her anywhere in the world. He dreamt that the centuries-old mansion was inhabited by a woman with a blurred face.

He was desperate to see the woman’s face, but he could not see her clearly and could only conclude on a hunch that she was not Lindsey.

Probably his arm strangled Lindsey, and her long, thick lashes fluttered as she woke up drowsily. “What’s wrong?”

“Woke up from all the thunder.” Bruce loosened his grip a little, his slightly calloused palm slowly rubbing down the vertebrae of her neck, his raspy voice still tinged with a touch of unresolved alarm. “Lindsey, you’re not going to leave me are you.”

“Why are you getting bored, don’t you get tired of asking the same question over and over again every day.” Lindsey muttered and rolled over to face him, silky arms, vines wrapping around his waist without a hint of flesh. “Not unless you don’t want me anymore.”

“No way.” Bruce let her arms wrap around him, a roll over instantly covering him. “It’s just getting light, and we can’t sleep anyway, so why don’t we do some meaningful exercise?”

“You’re crazy …,” Lindsey half-smiled, pouting as she shrank back into his arms. “Legs are okay sore.”

Bruce was just about to let her go when he felt a jolt of tingling coming from the bottom of his belly and the blood in his body burned with it. “So what are you doing …”

“Hand mistake …,” Lindsey giggled as he caught her in the act and retracted her hand. “Really, it was definitely a hand mistake.”

“Since it was a hand mistake, it’s a mistake to the end …” Bruce was promised and lowered his head with a smile to seal her lips …

It was close to 8am when it was over and Lindsey sat up with a sore back and legs, cursing herself for deserving it. Just as she was about to get out of bed, Bruce’s arm came around her and he said with a deep smile. “It’s going to rain hard soon, so you can go later.”

Lindsey considered his argument carefully and lay down again, resting on his arm and closing her eyes to sleep.

It was almost nine o’clock when Dr. Hunter came over to examine Bruce and, in the course of conversation, mentioned that The Hawke familyOld Mr. Grant had been admitted to the hospital in an emergency last night and asked Lindsey if she would like to go with him to see him.

Lindsey exchanged glances with Bruce and nodded without hesitation. “I’ll go with you.”

With that said, Lindsey got up and went to the study, calling Assistant Chen and asking him for a half day off.

The rest of the day was just a bit of winding down before the start of the event, so a half day wouldn’t be much of a delay, and Assistant Chen was more than happy to oblige.

Lindsey came out of the study and Bruce’s examination was completed. The two of them waited for Dr Hunter to gather his tools and followed him out the door.

Older people are prone to illness, and with the recent cool and hot spells, the slightest carelessness can lead to wind chills. The Hawke family has a health care practitioner, but the illness is serious enough to warrant hospitalisation, so it is not as simple as wind chill.

Dr Hunter didn’t know exactly what was going on, but said that he had been working with The Hawke family’s health care practitioner and had asked for his help because it was so difficult.

Lindsey wanted to ask why he hadn’t asked Master Miao Jue, but thought better of it. He had the same wish as her grandfather, and every year he would take time out to travel to remote areas and give free medical advice to the local people.

When we arrived at the hospital, Lindsey got out of the car and glanced at Bruce to see that his face was not unhappy.

Entering the lift, Lindsey was tugged down by Bruce and sat heavily on his lap, hearing his disgruntled muttering in her ear. “One size does not fit all, right now it’s a matter of human life, I’m not that unaware of the importance of it.”

“You’d better.” Lindsey winked at him and smiled faintly. “Better than anyone.”

Bruce gave her a that’s more like it look and let go of his hand, going silent.

Arriving outside the ward, Dr. Hunter’s colleague greeted him sharply, with a sad face.

Lindsey doesn’t interrupt their pleasantries and pushes Bruce into the ward, glancing searchingly at Edward.

Edward smiled helplessly and took out his phone to edit a text message quickly. The recent news about himself had been a big deal, and although it had been suppressed for the shortest time, someone had still been talking to Old Mr. Grant.

It had been a nice dinner, but then Old Mr. Grant brought it up and suddenly got angry and ordered him to stop hanging out with Lindsey.

Edward was so upset that he said something to her and Old Mr. Grant fell ill and was rushed to hospital.

Although he was resuscitated, his condition was not good.

After sending the edited text message to Lu Nan, Edward rubbed his brow with a headache and became more and more envious of Bruce.

He was also the only male grandson of the third generation, but why was he luckier than he was, not only did he have Lindsey’s love, but even Old Mr. Grant did not object to their relationship.

The Gu and Chu families had never met, and Bruce’s sudden appearance naturally caught the attention of Edward’s parents. They exchanged glances and noticed Lindsey beside him, and their faces turned not so nice.

It was the news that had made Old Mr. Grant ill, and Bruce had brought the girl with him, so the relationship between the two was self-evident.

The Hawke family was not as prestigious as The Grant family, but they were still a real family. Why did his son take a shine to the Grant family’s granddaughter-in-law?

“Lindsey, you’re coming in with me.” Dr Hunter came in just in time and called Lindsey away.

Lindsey answered, and without moving, passed Edward a reassuring look.

Lindsey waited for Dr. Hunter to finish his pulse check and then did one of his own before exiting the room and going to another room in the suite to discuss his prescription.

Lindsey had only prescribed for Jimmy’s brother’s patient since she arrived in B City, and had no intention of letting anyone outside of Bruce and his brother know that she could treat illnesses.

But this time it was Elder Chu who was ill, and she would not stand by and do nothing for Edward’s sake alone.

The prescription was written out, the two men confirmed it was correct, and together they left the room, handing it to The Hawke family.

“I’m getting old, so Lindsey you take over for me when I administer the needles later.” Dr Hunter said deliberately, looking at Lindsey with a look of both relief and helplessness.

He was not as good at Chinese medicine as Lindsey, and now that he was a doctor in The Grant family, he had to take over the job without a hitch.

Chu’s heart condition was not suitable for surgery at his age, and the only way to relieve it was to use needles.

Lindsey had given Bruce a long needle, otherwise he would not have recovered so easily.

After a few moments of silence, all the other specialists invited by The Hawke family arrived. There was a lot of noise as the big hands in Chinese medicine said the prescriptions were fine and the Western doctors suggested surgery.

Lindsey frowned, leaned down quietly and whispered to Bruce in a voice only two people could hear, “Bruce, do you believe me.”