The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The meal was not broken up until after 10:00 p. m. Lindsey was tired and yawning, and leaned back into Bruce’s chair to squint.

Cary and Carl also saw this scene, the two silently withdrew their eyes, pretending not to see anything.

The car left the Moon Pavilion at a steady pace, the lights going on and off, just like Bruce’s beating heart, hidden and joyful.

Lindsey was so tired that she spent the day wandering around the scenic area by herself.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the Moon Pavilion.

The air conditioner in the car was on low, and because of the late night, she instinctively leaned towards the warmth in her sleep.

Bruce’s spine stiffened, seeing her like a good cat, kept arching into his arms, could not help but smile.

Side, he struggled to move his back, fetching the woolen blanket always available in the car, and gently covered her up.

“Well …” Lindsey unconsciously wailed out, found a more comfortable position, pillowed his legs and continued to sleep soundly.

Bruce’s hands on her shoulders, his hands are long, clean, white, full of strength, as if to protect a treasure, careful to hold steady.

The carriage was quiet, no one took the initiative to speak.

Carl, who is responsible for driving the car, although the heart does not agree with Lindsey, but still has the sense to slow down the speed of the car.

There are some things that he can not interfere with.

What he can do is to make this moment a little longer, so that the once deadly man, to find some more confidence to live.

But even a long road has to come to an end.

When we got home, Bruce woke up Lindsey with a fond pat and called her in a low voice: “Lindsey, we’re home.”

The sleeping Lindsey suddenly woke up, a pair of beautiful eyes dense with smoke like fog, looking at him in a daze.

Bruce’s heart trembled, intuitively the whole heart room, are filled with her seductive look, four eyes facing each other, each other’s breath also in the air, quietly intertwined haunting, the atmosphere is delicate.

“Thank you …” Lindsey came to her senses and sat up helplessly on his lap, her cheeks faintly burning: “I’ll go back to my room.”

Bruce’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air until the slender figure disappeared, and then fell in dismay.

He did not move, Carl and Cary also did not move, each quietly sitting.

After a long time, Bruce exhaled a long sigh and said lightly, “Carl, get the wheelchair.”

“Okay.” Carl and Cary exchanged glances and opened the car door in silence to go down.

When they returned to the courtyard, the lights in Lindsey’s room were already off, and Bruce stopped outside her door for a moment before taking control of the wheelchair and heading to the study.

The light orange light, warm as fire, is a little cooler on this summer night.

Each of the three people occupy a corner of the study, no one took the initiative to open up. The maid brought tea and fruit and left.

“Carl, what do you think of today’s events.” A long time, Bruce narrowed his eyes, coldly broke the stagnant atmosphere: “It has been confirmed that it was Ben’s shenanigans.”

Carl’s face was solemn, and the rest of his eyes looked at Cary, seeing that he had no intention to speak, so he had to say, “Old Mr. Grant already knows about this, and there is no way to hide it. The concierge at the old house, including the person who caused your allergy last time, was removed.”

“Lindsey will be in danger if she stays here.” Cary picked up after he finished, his gaze fixed on Bruce: “Bruce, you’re going to go to Cloud Mountain with her, is that right.”

“Yes.” In Bruce’s cold voice, a hint of warmth gradually emerged: “You may need to stay here when the time comes.”

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Carl and Cary got up at the same time in shock and looked at him with burning eyes.

This result was even more unacceptable to them than the dismissal. In any case, Lindsey is ultimately an unrelated outsider, while Carl and Cary, has been Old Mr. Grant’s most loyal subordinates.

Bruce waved his hand, his tone was incomparably solemn: “Let you stay not to distrust, but hope that you can take care of the business under my name during my absence, and find out the murderer who plotted my death.”

The atmosphere once again became stagnant, and a thick smell of gunpowder filled the modest study room.

“I have decided, and Grandpa means the same thing.” Bruce let out a deep breath and turned around with control of his wheelchair, “You have always been my closest brothers.”

Both Carl and Cary stopped talking; keeping him safe might be important. What was more important was that he had to get back on his feet and find the person behind the crash.

Outside in the hallway, heavy footsteps faded away and the old carved Chinese wooden door to the living room creaked faintly.

Lindsey opened her eyes in the darkness, her cheeks still vaguely warm.

Just now in the car, she had a vague feeling that Bruce was going to kiss her, which made her very uneasy. The bottom of her heart was filled with helplessness, not knowing whether it was right or wrong to agree to let him go with her.

In the midst of her thoughts, she fell asleep again, sleepy.

After the acupuncture in the morning, the maid sent an invitation with a difficult face, specifying that it was for Lindsey.

Lindsey was confused and flipped it open, but she didn’t expect it to be Tina, so she cried and laughed.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce stared at the invitation in her hand, his face looked a little ugly: “Who sent it.”

“Here, look for yourself.” Lindsey had no intention of hiding it from him and tossed the invitation in her hand: “What does she want, to give me a post.”

Bruce didn’t think so, he pondered for a moment and said lightly, “If you don’t want to go, don’t go.”

“Yes, why not.” Lindsey popped up and took the invitation back with a smile, “She should have invited this meal in the first place.”

Bruce knew he couldn’t stop her, so he had to settle for the next best thing: “Let Carl go with you.”

After yesterday’s incident, Lindsey thought about it and didn’t refuse his kind offer, but on one condition: “He can’t show up publicly.”

“Okay.” Bruce’s answer was quick.

Lindsey smiled, took back the invitation and went back to her room with a skip and a jump.

Lindsey picked out a white sports suit and put it on, tied her long hair into a ponytail, put on the shoulder bag Bruce bought for her, and was happy to tell the driver to get the car and go.

Tina said she wanted to apologize to herself, but she arranged the dinner place in the suburbs, so she really did not have good intentions.