My Lord, My Billionaire Master

L-ily looked at him silently.

He must be torturing her in 108 ways in his heart.

William suddenly stopped and stared at Alice as he stepped on the soft sofa, "Come over here."

Alice stood there motionlessly.

"Come here!"

William's anger rose even higher.

Alice braced herself and walked in front of him, head lowered.

He was tall to begin with, and when he stepped on the sofa, he instantly made her look like a child.

"Tell me, how should I torture you today?" William stood on top, gritting his teeth as he asked.

Alice bit her lips, and said with all her might, "Whatever, as long as you don't hit me."

"But I want to strangle you now!"

William roared at her.

Alice's scalp became even more numb.

William glared at her.

Alice stood there like an elementary school student who made a mistake. She had half her head lowered, her long hair curling behind her ears. A pair of eyes carefully raised up to look at him.

With just that one glance, the seven spirits of William, who had not seen her properly for a week, instantly lost six souls.

He sat there, his throat tight and his body tense.

"Go to the bedroom, take off all your clothes and wait for me!"

He thought of a punishment.

"Huh?" Alice was startled, and looked at him in shock.

"You didn't understand what I said just now?" William jumped down from the sofa, "Alright, I will take your clothes off myself!"

After saying that, William grabbed her hand and walked in the direction of the bedroom.

Patrick's lonely and sorrowful voice sounded comes to her ears, "Don't let him touch you, don't have a sex with him."

She suddenly had a conflict in her heart, wanting to struggle but she was pulled forward by William.

Alice looked at his back, then thought of Amanda's face and that moving female voice on the phone, all sorts of reasons making her feel even more resistant. Passing by a pillar, Alice hugged the pillar with one hand and refused to leave. William turned around and looked at her unhappily, "What are you doing?"

Alice laughed awkwardly: I made breakfast for you in the morning, do you want to go eat first?

"No, I want to eat you first!"

Right now, there was nothing more delicious than her.

"But it's not good to leave the dishes for too long."

Alice tried her best to find a reason.

"Then you do it again!" William said.

"But I cooked a lot of food. It was very tiring, and my hands hurt. I don't want to cook it a second time." Alice hugged onto the pillar without letting go.

Her hand hurt.

William's gaze turned serious, immediately changing from grabbing to holding, as he lowered his head to inspect her hand.

Her hand seemed especially small in his palm. He opened her palm, and the wounds from before had already healed. There were no scars at all.

"Isn't there no wound? Does it still hurt?" William stared at her hands and asked, his brows knitted.

Alice did not expect him to examine her hand so carefully. Her throat was stuck, and only then did she continue to speak.

William glanced at her, looked in the direction of his bedroom, and then looked in the direction of the dining hall.

Alice seemed to be able to hear the internal battle between a glutton and a rogue from his heart.

William lowered his eyes and looked at her hand.

He couldn't bear for her to cook another dish because her hands were hurt.

"Eat the breakfast first!"

In the end, William made his decision.

Alice secretly heaved a sigh of relief as she was pulled into the dining hall by William.

The two maids took out a dish from the thermostats, tore it open and placed it on the table, filling it to the brim with the usual dishes.

William sat down at the dining table and smelled the familiar scent of the dishes. His stomach suddenly felt empty, he picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.

Just as Alice was about to sit opposite of him, he shot her a glance and ordered, "Sit next to me.

"Why?" She always sat across from him.

"You, a sinner, are qualified to ask me why? I told you to sit down! " William looked at her in displeasure.

How did she become a sinner? Didn't she just buy 68 watermelons?

She had to pay off her debts by swiping her credit card.

Alice thought, but still walked to his side and sat down.

In the next second, William grabbed her and pressed her onto his lap. She sat

down on his lap and was wrapped up in his embrace.

"It's not good for you to eat like this." Alice said.

"Whatever, I'll be happy." He hadn't held her for a week.

"I want to eat too."

"Wait till I finish eating."

William circled around her and ate without mincing about. He stuffed the dishes into his mouth and chewed them gracefully.

Occasionally, he would put a nymph fruit between her lips and let her taste it.

Before she could taste it, William had already lowered his head and kissed her

lips.

In the end, he sneaked an attack on the nymph fruit in her mouth and left her only his aura.

Alice was speechless.

A maid walked into the restaurant from the outside, "Young Master, a friend who claims to be the Miss Clyne has come to visit.

Hearing that, Alice, who was sitting on William's body, froze for a moment.

Mother and son.

It was Rosanna and Bob. Patrick's efficiency was fast enough, he had arranged

for them to come.

"Your friend?" William looked at her with a questioning gaze.

She didn't even pick up a phone usually, and she had friends?

"An old classmate I met on the cruise." Alice said.

William pondered for a moment, thinking of it, his brows knitted, "Didn't I get her

thrown out of the country by Daniel, she dares to come back?"

Alice's mouth opened, oh, yes, I almost forgot about this.

She thought about it and said, "She's not used to abroad with her child, so what's wrong with coming back? Don't chase them away."

William looked down at her, and said snappily: "As long as you don't let me think about you want to get rid of our relationship every day, I won't care if that person

is dead or alive."

Alice laughed dryly.

She couldn't help but think that their abnormal relationship should end as soon as possible.

"Bring them in."

Alice said to the servant as she stood up from William's embrace.

"Sit down!"

The moment her temperature left him; William frowned in dissatisfaction.

"We shouldn't have done this to a guest." "Then let the guests go!" William said

coldly, as he put down his chopsticks and pushed her back.

Did this woman have a heart? How could she be so cold after not seeing him for a week? Did she not want to get close to him?

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Hearing that, Alice could only continue to sit in his embrace.

"Young Master, Miss Clyne, the guest is here." The maid's voice sounded.

Alice raised her head and saw Rosanna holding Bob's small hand and walking into the dining hall.

Just as Patrick had said, Rosanna knew how to wrap her temperament very well. Her waist-length long hair was casually scattered, and she wore a shoulder - length, white, dark -flowered dress that reached all the way to her ankles.

Bob stood at her feet, dressed like a clean little prince in a small shirt and waistcoat, his pretty little face a little dazed as he looked at the strange surroundings.

Alice could not see how much of a resemblance existed between Bob and William, she only felt that their facial features were equally outstanding.

I wonder how William feels when he sees Bob. There should be some sort of reaction between father and son, right?

She could not help but look at William.

William did not even give them a glance as he carried her and continued to eat.

While maintaining an elegant posture, the food was being consumed at a fast rate

by him ...

Alice's head was filled with black lines.

"Hello, Mr. Cullen." Rosanna spoke in a clear voice and pulled at Bob's little hands, "Bob, greet Aunt and Uncle."

Bob immediately hid behind Rosanna, revealing a pair of large eyes looking at

them, extremely afraid of them.

Rosanna was a little embarrassed.

Alice adjusted the atmosphere, "Rosanna, Bob, have you guys eaten yet?"

"I ate. Bob was in a bad mood, and he hasn't eaten since morning." Rosanna said

as she looked at William.

William ate his food, not caring about them in the slightest.

"Then sit down and eat together." Alice sat on William's lap, unable to get up, she could only tell the maid, "Please add another two sets of tableware."

"Alright, Miss Clyne." The maid immediately walked towards the kitchen.

"Thank you."

Rosanna looked at Alice gratefully and sat down with Bob in his arms.

It was only then that William opened his thin lip unhappily, as if he had heard their words. "Who allowed them to eat?"

Rosanna suddenly felt uneasy.

Alice said helplessly, "I've made so much, you can't finish it all by yourself alone."

"Even so, they are not allowed to eat." William was extremely tyrannical.noveldrama

"That's just a child. You can't possibly not tolerate a child, can you?"

Alice was depressed.

Only then did William look at the little boy. His black eyes swept over him as he

sat on the chair.

"You scared him." Alice immediately replied.

"As timid as a mouse."

William coldly snorted.

Alice sat on top of him, raised her head, and whispered into his ear, "This child

has a congenital heart disease. Don't glare at him, let him eat a good meal, don't

fuss about it with a little kid."

That was his son.

Congenital heart disease?

William frowned, he did not say anything else, and continued to eat his own food.

At least he was not completely evil. Alice called Rosanna and Bob out for a meal,

she could not agree with everything Rosanna did, even if it was for her family.

But she felt sorry for Bob, the little boy, who was innocent. Because of his mother's fault, he was suffering from an illness.

"Here, this prawn is very tasty. Bob, eat a little more." Alice picked up a spoon

from the side, scooped a prawn and placed it on the plate in front of Bob.

Bob sat there, and he was afraid to move.

Rosanna encouraged him, "If Aunt Clyne gives it to you, you can eat it. It's very delicious, do you want me to feed it to you?"

Bob still did not move, and looked at William fearfully. After a long time, he slowly

got up from the chair and sat properly, straightened his body, walked to the edge

of the table and picked up a spoon to put the prawn into his mouth.

Alice stared at him intently.

Bob chewed his prawn.

Alice gave him another prawn. Bob didn't say anything, but his eyes lit up. He

liked her cooking.

Alice was overjoyed, continuously using a spoon to scoop out food for him.

Bob, who was eating until his small mouth bulged, was about to go get the prawns on the plate when a pair of chopsticks suddenly appeared in front of his eyes and grabbed the prawns.