My Lord, My Billionaire Master

Patrick Miller understood her thoughts.

If she knew the truth about everything, she wouldn't think so.

Alice Clyne remained silent.

Patrick Miller pulled over a chair and sat in front of her. He looked at her warmly with a bitter smile on his lips, "Do you know when I started to really hate you?"

Why did you mention this all of a sudden?

Alice Clyne remained silent.

"When I lost my memory, I actually didn't hate you that much." Patrick Miler said, "Three years ago, I knew that your relationship with men was chaotic. Mary Clyne even said that he saw you hanging out with an old man. At that time, I had no doubts about Mary Clyne."

Alice Clyne listened in a daze.

So it turned out that her good sister had also made such a rumor.

"From that time on, I detested you. Every time I see you pestering me, I can always think of your illustrious reputation in university. I feel that you are especially hypocritical." Patrick Miller suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, "Now that I think about it, I was just that kind of idiot. I decided not to think about it and confirmed anything."

All these years, he had misunderstood her.

In the quiet study room, Patrick Miller was helping her get his clean bit by bit.

As Alice Clyne listened, she thought about all of the difficult entanglement she had gone through over the years and how Patrick Miller had always been cold to her. The truth was finally revealed.

However, she was not happy at all. She only felt her heart choking and her eyes tearing up.

"I think that's also why Mary Clyne make schemes three years ago. She wanted me to completely loathe you." Patrick Clyne said.

As Alice Clyne listened, her eyes became sore.

All these years, she had kept on pestering Patrick Miller, hoping that he would recover his memories and make anger to her little sister.Mary Clyne had laid such

a deep trap for her, pulling her into the deepest depths of the abyss.

As for her, it took her three years before she could clearly see who hurt her.

Patrick Miller lowered his head, and slowly took off the ring finger on his hand, a look of ridicule flashing past his eyes, "I never thought that all these years, I had always trusted the wrong person."noveldrama

Patrick Miller slowly calmed down, her hands and feet had regained some warmth, and she looked at the ring on Patrick Miller's finger, and her voice was no longer as excited as before, "I know that you are not feeling well either, what do you plan to do next? You really want to help me?"

She had been wrongly accused.

Mary Clyne had secretly made miscarriage, then did those things three years ago. All sorts of schemes weren't something that Mary Clyne would do...

The person he had loved for so many years had another face, no one else could accept that.

"Of course I'll help you."

Patrick Miller said firmly, without any hesitation.

"But in the end, it's only because Mary Clyne loves you that she would do such a thing." Alice Clyne said seriously, "I do not need your help, as long as you do not interfere."

She could do it herself.

"If you think I'm heartless, then I will interfere in this matter to the end. I have my own ideas, and one day, you will know them. "Patrick Miller laughed bitterly and placed the ring back into his pocket, "Up until now, what we need to do is to keep our composure."

Somehow, they stood in a line.

Alice Clyne never thought that she would one day stand on the same side as the Patrick Miller who lost his memory.

"Right." Patrick Miller said again, "I just heard it. I can roughly understand the relationship between you and William Cullen. Since it's a misunderstanding, can you explain it clearly to him and leave?"

Hearing that, Alice Clyne 's expression froze, she shook her head and muttered, "I'm afraid not."

"You want to stay with him?"

Patrick Miller's tone suddenly sank.

"No." Alice Clyne shook her head, her fingers grabbing at the clothes on her body. "William Cullen has his own way of thinking, he already doesn't care who drugged three years ago, he wants..."

She could not continue.

That's too embarrassing.

"What does he want?" Patrick Miller's pupils contracted tightly.

Alice Clyne tightly grabbed onto the clothes on her body, and was unable to say anything for a long time.

Patrick Miller leaned towards her, his eyes focused on her pale face. He pressed one hand on the edge of the chair behind her shoulder, almost hugging her whole body, "Let me help you, okay?"

It had been so many years since Patrick Miller had been so close to her.

Patrick Miller then said, " we are all in Mary Clyne's trap, we need to jump out together."

He stared at her tenderly.

He was bewitching her.

He bewitched her to jump out of the trap in front of her, out of the deep abyss.

"tell me, what does William Cullen want? What must we do for him to let you go? "Patrick Miller asked.

Alice Clyne looked at him. His eyes were like magnets, deeply attaching to her, absorbing all her hope.

A voice screamed in her heart, Jump out, and return to your own life, isn't that what she always wanted?

"He wants me to have a baby."

Alice Clyne heard his voice, and suddenly, something came out of her mouth. Patrick Miller froze as he stared at her, his expression no better than hers. Have a baby.

William Cullen actually wanted Alice Clyne to give him a child. This meant that he wanted to imprison her for a lifetime.

"He won't succeed." Patrick Miller said as he stared at her. His voice was filled with determination that had never been there befor "This plan, I will definitely bring you out and jump out. No one can pull you down."

Because she was his.

"'"' Alice Clyne looked at him in a daze, "Can I really jump out?"

She didn't know how to get rid of William Cullen. William Cullen was like a net,

covering her tightly, with nowhere to run.

"Of course. We're all going back to the old life.

Patrick Miller stared at her and enunciated each word.

The words "going back to your old life" had an allure to Alice Clyne .

"Yes."

Alice Clyne nodded. Just as she was about to move her body, she suddenly discovered that although two chairs were facing each other, she was practically sitting in Patrick Miller's embrace. As their four eyes met, she saw a startled herself in the depths of his eyes.

The study room was so quiet that it seemed ambiguous.

Patrick Miller didn't have the slightest intention of returning to his seat. He quietly stared at her and suddenly raised his hand to rest on her face.

Patrick Miller was startled, and immediately stood up from her chair.

Patrick Miller's hand froze in midair, his fingers caressing her face, his face also completely white.

Alice Clyne looked at him awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Her phone suddenly vibrated like a lifesaving bell, breaking the awkward silence.

She rushed to pick up her cell phone. "Hello?"

"Alice Clyne, you are seeking death, where did you run off to, and you still dare to shut down your phone? Do you know how many times I've called you? If you dare

to go out again, let me tell you, don't even think about it! Don't even think about leaving my line of sight."

William Cullen screamed crazily, wanting to tear her eardrums.

Can't this man calm down a bit when he spoke?

Alice Clyne's ear hurt from the roar, and she couldn't help but move her phone further away, waiting for her ear to adjust to it before placing it back down, so that his voice would sound as gentle as possible, "I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't notice that there was no electricity."

"When you're apart from me, you have to pay attention to this kind of thing! I only told you yesterday!"

Alice Clyne roared at her angrily, accompanied by the whistling of the wind, as if

he had just gotten off an airplane.

Did he tell her yesterday?

Alice Clyne thought back to yesterday, when he had been bringing her through the

night in bed. At that time, how would she have noticed what he was saying?

"Are you in England?"

Alice Clyne changed the topic.

"I just arrived!" William Cullen did not allow her to change the topic and continued

to yell angrily, "Wait at home for me,you could see if I can't take care of you

properly!"

If there were any marks on his words, she believed that William Cullen's words would be followed by exclamation marks.

"Oh." Alice Clyne replied.

Someone used English to invite William Cullen to answer the phone. Was he really that busy after getting off the plane?

"Scram!" William Cullen scolded the person on the other side, then said into the phone: "Listen to me, you can't turn off your phone, I'll call you back later." "Again?" Alice Clyne was stunned, "But it's almost midnight in the country." Call in the middle of the night?

"If I call you, you have to pick it up. If you fall asleep, just pick it up for me." William Cullen immediately gave the orders and hung up the phone.

Alice Clyne put down her mobile and sighed helplessly. William Cullen had always been a terrifying tyrant.

She turned around, only to see that Patrick Miller was still sitting on the chair,

looking at her.

Thinking back to the scene just now, Alice Clyne's fingers couldn't help but move.

Earlier, Patrick Miller must have wanted to caress her face...

Patrick Miller stood up from the chair and walked towards her step by step.

Alice Clyne reflexively took a step to the side.

Patrick Miller laughed bitterly, 'Tm not used to you acting this way, for you've never

avoided me before."

He had been the one to avoid her.

Now it was she who avoided him.

Fate really knew how to make a fool of people.

Alice Clyne remained silent and lowered her eyes, not saying a single word.

"It's too late. You should rest early. I'll be leaving first." Patrick Miller stood still and

smiled at her. It was a forced smile.

"Alright." Hearing that he was about to leave, Alice Clyne heaved a sigh of relief.

After sending Patrick Miller to the door, when Alice Clyne was about to close

it, Patrick Miller turned his head and looked at her with eyes as exquisite as glass.

He said with a clean voice, "Oh yeah, I said last time that there was a perfume

that suited you, I'll bring it to you next time."

Next time?

Gift?

At a time like this, he was still in the mood to say perfume. He was just expressing

his goodwill to her, and now that he was so close to her in the study, and he used methods to move his hands.

Even if Alice Clyne was not sensitive, she could still feel it.

She shrank towards the door, looked at Patrick Miller seriously, and said with a

serious face, "Patrick Miller, there's a problem between you and Mary Clyne, but it's your problem, I'm not in the mood to step on it."