My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 139

A—fter she finished speaking, William opened his mouth and kissed her slender fingers. His other hand, which was wrapped in gauze, was also busy as he pulled down the zipper on her skirt...

She trembled beneath him.

He came at her like a demon.

The night had just begun in the huge bedroom.

Alice forgot whether she had fainted or fallen asleep.

Although William did not torture her, he still had a frightening obsession with Patrick's existence. In a single night, his jealousy was completely revealed.

Kiss her lips, he would ask, "Has Patrick ever touched this place before?"

Kissing her fingers, he would ask, "Did that man ever kiss you like that?"

He was still asking, "Did that man come in here?"

She forgot how many sentences she had denied.

William's jealousy not only made him crazy, it also made her crazy.

Deep in the night, Alice had a nightmare as she dreamt that she was walking down a very, very long stairs that had no end.

She walked.

She didn't know how many steps she had taken, but she finally saw a glimmer of light.

She thought she was finally going to the light, but she stepped on empty air and fell from a high place.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Alice screamed in shock as she woke up from her nightmare.

She was sweating profusely as she sat on the bed. Her eyes casually looked forward and saw another nightmare. She was immediately shocked. "Ahhhhhhhh!"

The bedroom had a dim yellow light that allowed him to sleep, and William, wearing a silver pyjamas, was squatting beside her. He was barefooted with a noble head lowered, his pair of black eyes staring straight at her, his handsome face expressionless.

"Am I that scary?"

William frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Why aren't you sleeping and squatting there in the middle of the night?"

Do you play the ghost?

Alice was shocked. She sat up and picked up her phone.

Three in the morning.

Oh my god.

At three in the morning he sat up in bed and stared at her.

Alice wiped her sweat before helplessly looking at his deep facial features, "William, it's already three. Are you just awake or didn’t fall asleep?"

"I didn’t fall asleep."

William said in a deep voice as he stared at her with his black eyes.

Alice was speechless.

He just kept squatting there and looking straight at her? No wonder she had nightmares.

"Why don't you ask me why I'm not sleeping?" William's voice was gloomy.

She had to ask.

Alice could only follow him and ask, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I can't sleep!" William stared at her, and his voice had an extra sharp tone, "The moment I thought about you and Patrick being together, I wanted to strangle you!"

Hearing this, the cold air around Alice grew even colder.

On the way back from the amusement park, she had been prepared to be torn to shreds by William. But tonight, although he was furious, he didn't do anything to her.

She was also relieved.

However, the more he thought about it, the more furious he became. Did he think that he couldn't just let her go?

He wouldn't want to kill her in the middle of the night, would he?

Alice looked at him fearfully. Her eyes that were still drowsy a moment ago were now filled with fear.

"What are you afraid of, I tied this to myself! I can't kill you!"

William squatted there and slowly raised his hands.

It was only then that Alice realized that he was wearing a self-locking leather rope around his wrists, and that the black leather rope had tied his wrists tightly.

Alice was speechless.

In order to control himself from strangling her to death in the middle of the night, he even tied himself up?

Which normal person could do such a thing?

"Still looking? Untie me!" William roared at her as a hint of awkwardness flashed past his black eyes.

Wasn't he afraid that if he thought about going crazy, he might as well tie himself up?

"Unravel it? What if you still want to strangle me?"

Alice blurted out.

"I don't want to strangle you anymore! I'm hungry! " William said irritably, "Hurry up and remove it!"

He had been squatting beside her all night, staring at her soft white face. Staring,he was hungry.

"Oh, okay."

From wanting to strangle her to being hungry, what kind of miracle was this?

Alice sat up from the bed and knelt in front of him, reaching out her hands to pull the leather rope on his wrist.

"This one is locked tighter and tighter. Scissors!"

William glared at her.

This woman was really stupid, but her stupidity was enough for him to find her pleasing to the eye.

"Oh." Alice got off the bed, and between her legs came an uncomfortable pain, she could not help but frown and rummage through the drawer, "I did not find a knife."

She turned her head, only to see William using his tightly tied hands to pick up the phone that was placed on her bed.

He turned on the GPS on her cell phone.

"Remember, open this function for me 24 hours in the future. Otherwise, I'll install a forceful system to shut you down!" William was already tired of looking for her.

He's always missing.

He always thought she was going to have an accident.

"Got it." At a time like this, Alice could no longer count on being able to escape from his devil claws, and she repeated, "I did not find the blade."

"To the kitchen."

"Bang!"

A tomato crashed to the ground and a tomato flew to the ceiling.

She washed five tomatoes. In the end, the only things that president Gong could use in the bowl were a small lump__

Alice looked at the small lump of tomato resentfully, wanting to say that she should cut it. Although her left arm wasn't nimble, it wasn't enough to make the kitchen look like a battlefield.

"As a chef for the first time, am I good?"

William asked with his aloof attitude, unaware of how terrible he had performed.

A man like him actually had the nerve to be picky about food made by others.

"Yes, very powerful."

Alice said against her will, she threw the vegetables she cut into the pot and started to cook the noodles.

"Boil a few more."

"How many bowls?"

"Three, no, five bowls." The president Gong was a glutton.

The aroma of the noodles assaulted Alice's stomach, causing her to feel hungry.

The two of them carried the bowls to a long, solid wooden dining table and began to eat.

William always looked elegant and noble when he was eating, but at the same time, he’s fast. He quickly used his chopsticks to sweep one bowl of noodles and then attacked the second bowl.

He began to eat his fill again.

Alice looked at him, then also began to eat the noodles, which was a small bowl.

"By the way, how's Bob?"

Alice suddenly thought of Rosanna and her son. By now, William should already know that Bob was not his son.

William paused when he was eating the noodles, he chewed and swallowed gracefully, then said coldly, "He's not my son."

Indeed.

Alice's eyes rolled around. She did not want to waste any time explaining that she already knew about it from Patrick, so she pretended to be surprised and said, "How is that possible? Rosanna clearly said ..."

"How can you trust people so easily but me?" William interrupted her words unhappily, "While no one was around to take care of the woman, she had already escaped from the small hut! "She's a liar, who knows which man she gave birth to!"

She ran away?

Alice was stunned.

Then, she couldn't help but sneer, "I had originally thought that Rosanna at least genuinely cared for Bob, but who would have thought that she was crying and yelling that she couldn't separate mother and son. So she was afraid that you would find out, that she would run away without caring about her child when you attacked her."

Is this even a mother?

William looked at her. Hearing her words, he understood that she believed him, and his face was clear.

"How can there be so many irresponsible mothers in this world?"

Alice suddenly lost all her appetite and put down her chopsticks, staring at the dining table unfocused.

Since the baby was born, why couldn't he take good care of it?

William looked at her deeply, then said, "This world already has more bad people than good people, people like you who were thrown into the crowd only have bones left, staying by my side is your most sensible choice."

He seized the opportunity to inculcate in her the principle that she could not leave him.

"I didn't meet you, and I survived until I was 24." Alice said.