My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 121

"—What are you gonna say? " he asked, his voice was low.

This was undoubtedly asking: Can you love me now?

These words were so humble.

Alice looked at him in a daze.

William slowly moved the hand he was pressing on the back of her neck, pushed her step by step until she reached the wall.

William pressed her against the wall, one hand on her shoulder and the other on the wall above her head.

He lowered his eyes and stared at her. "Well, tell me, what other reason do you have for looking down on me?"

What other reason do you have to look down on me?

Such insolence.

"..." Alice leaned against the cold wall, her lips moved, "There is."

"..." William's figure once again stiffened.

She really knew how to hurt him.

One slash after another.

The blade was dripping with blood.

Alice stared at his face and asked indifferently, "Why are you going to England? It's not official business, is it?"

William's eyes suddenly froze, "You..."

Did she know?

"You went to meet with the designated woman". Alice asked, "For you to be like this, how could I treat you as single?"

William stood in front of her, and his black pupils contracted all of a sudden as his expression turned ugly for a moment.

He was afraid that she would be grieving over him...

"That's because of the family's arrangements. Cullen family has always been like this, and that doesn't mean anything!" William growled.

"I do not question your family's arrangements." Alice followed with his words, her eyes looking serious, "But I have my bottom line, if one is not single, I will not think about the possibility of love."

There should be principles in relationships between men and women, shouldn't there?

"As I said, I can give you anything but marriage!" William glared at her, "The clan arrangements are only for Cullen family's Young Mistress!"

Not the person in his heart.

Why didn't she understand! Some things could not be decided by him alone!

"No need to put the life of a wife and a mistress in such a serious way." Alice said.

"Why do you so emphasize on the marriage certificate?"

"I respect marriage."

Alice said resolutely.

"..."

"I hate the theory of about the right person. In my eyes, this theory is bullshit, bullshit from you men trying to satisfy your desires. " Alice said seriously.

"I don't know if you can understand me, but that's my principle." she said.

That, she said, was her principle.

The so-called principle was something that could not be broken.

William's expression was unsightly to the extreme, his black eyes stared straight at her, "What kind of principle is this?!"

He had seen many women.

Who would insist on such a useless principle like her?

Alice was about to retort, her gaze landed on his chest. He was dressed in a bathrobe with the collar open, revealing his firm chest, which was covered with abrasions.

No abrasions have been treated.

They were left behind while climbing mountain in the park.

When he returned, he did not treat his wounds, but washed her hair and fed her...

Seeing this, Alice's tone became gentle. "William, I know you're treating me pretty well now, and I'm really grateful."

"Grateful?"

William looked at her gloomily.

Who wants that damned gratitude?

"..." Alice pursed her lips, paused for a while, and continued, "But I really cannot accept being your mistress, please understand, I will never love a man who is not single."

"William." Alice looked up at him, and said with a trace of hope. "If you really have that kind of feelings for me, then please let me go."

Before she could finish her words, William had already lowered his head and kissed her.

He pressed her against the wall, kissed her hard and desperately.

Why can't she have a good talk with him?!

Alice tightly shut her lips, William glared at her sinisterly. He bit on her soft lips and forced her to open it.

She stubbornly refused to open her mouth.

This resistance infuriated William even more. He bit her lips crazily, like a ferocious beast attacking his prey. His firm chest stuck onto hers.

Alice used all her strength.

He tortured her lips like a madman.

Until a trace of blood stench spread on her lips, William's figure froze once again.

He stared in disbelief at the face in front of him. He slowly let go of her and lowered his gaze to her lips. Her mouth was bright red with blood.

She had her back stick to the wall, her looked weak, but her obstinacy was maddening.

William slowly extended his hand and wiped her lips with his thumb.

There was a gash on her lip where he had obviously bitten her.

His throat felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, making him unable to breathe.

"What do you mean? Is this a showdown between us?" William stared at the blood stains on his thumb, his eyes revealing a crazed and ruthless look, "You would rather die than be with me, would you?"

She would rather let him bite her lip than respond to his kiss.

William held her hand tightly, she endured the pain without making a sound.

He lowered his eyes and stared at her face as he said each word in a cruel manner, "Then loathe me to the bone!"

Her heart wouldn't be his anyway.

After saying that, William bent down to kiss her lips once again. Alice stretched out her hand to hit him, but her hand was easily held down.

His breath came heavier.

And she, was too powerless to resist.

It was yet another extremely cruel affair.

She fell unconscious in his madness.

William got off the bed, he was extremely clear - headed, his handsome face was soaked with sweat.

He went to the window and open the curtain. It was still raining.

The smell of their blended bodies lingered in the air of the bedroom.

William walked to the side of the bed, lowered his eyes, and looked at the person who was unconscious on the bed, and frowned slightly.

William sat down on the bed, reached out and slowly lifted up the blanket on her body.

Her lips were still cracked, and a drop of blood was left on her lips.

A hint of regret surfaced in William's eyes, he extended his hand, and used his fingertip to touch her lips. Alice frowned, she did not wake up, but her face was covered with discomfort.

It must hurt.

Damn it, he could never control his anger.

"Why do you have to enrage me?"

She kept saying that she wanted to leave, that she didn't love him, didn't want him.

Did she understand? He couldn't listen to that.

William slowly bent down to approach her face, the thin lip slowly pressed onto her lips, his voice was low and hoarse, "It won't hurt anymore."

He comforted her.

But she didn't hear him.

William left her lips, his gaze sweeping past her left arm, seeing the slight swelling on her arm, he shivered, then immediately rushed out of the bedroom and shouted, "Daniel! Call for a doctor!"

The doctor was quickly called in to the Port of Heaven.

In the bedroom, William was wearing casual clothes as he walked around the end of the bed. His entire body was filled with anxiety and his black eyes looked unhappily at the doctor who was standing beside the bed. "How is she?" "It was fine when I wrapped it up in the hospital. Did she get injured again?" the doctor asked in confuse.

Thinking about that reckless love affair, William reached out his hand and buried it in his hair depressingly, "I wanted you to treat her. It's not for you to ask!"

The doctor was frightened by the hostility in William's eyes and immediately nodded, "Alright, I will immediately bandage her again."

William stood at the end of the bed and stared at him. Gritting his teeth, he roared at him from time to time, "Be gentle to her!"

"It's fine, she's unconscious right now and doesn't feel any pain."

"Then can I knock you out and chop you a hundred times?" William's eyes shot towards him like arrows.