My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 167

T —he more Alice thought about it, the more scared she became. She continued to walk further in until she reached outside a ward.

Looking through the large glass window, Patrick was lying on the bed. His face was covered with a oxygen mask and his head was covered with white bandages. His eyes were wide open, his face was pale.

It seems that the injury was severe.

Fortunately, he was awake.

Alice heaved a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to push open the door to enter, a hand covered in red nail polish pushed her away.

Alice was pushed back a few steps. When she raised her head, she saw Mary wearing heavy makeup and a long skirt. She was glaring at her.

"What are you doing here? Do you think it's not bad enough?" Mary looked at her resentfully.

Mary's agent was standing beside her.

"Why are you here?"

Seeing Mary, Alice's expression became cold.

"Patrick is my husband, of course I'm here to accompany him." Mary said as she took the cup from the agent's hand.

Alice's gaze turned cold. Without caring about the pain on her body, she walked forward and grabbed Mary's hand and said coldly, "Are you going to bring this body full of perfume inside? This is the Intensive Care Unit!"

Is she a donkey?

"None of your business."

Mary coldly swept her with her eyes, and continued to push her.

After being pushed back against the wall, she endured the pain and grabbed onto Mary's wrist once more. "You should at least change your clothes, remove this perfume before going in."

"You..." At that time, Mary was very angry, and turned to look inside. Patrick was lying on the bed, looking at them, his lips slightly moving.

Mary laughed, with a sweet voice, "Patrick is calling me."

Alice was startled, she turned and looked through the glass.

Mary threw her hands away and walked in, Alice quickly followed.

Mary had already rushed to Patrick's sickbed, and was in a hurry to remove the mask on his face. She asked worriedly, "What do you want to tell me?"

When Patrick smelled the strong perfume from her body, he could not help but turn his head and start coughing violently.

He frowned because of the pain.

Alice immediately pushed away Mary's hands and put on the mask for him, allowing him to have a clean air to breathe.

"Mary, a superstar should also learn common sense."

Alice looked at Mary reproachfully.

She almost took Patrick's life.

"How come I don't have common sense? Don't think that just because you have studied that you are better than me! I rushed to the hospital as soon as I finished my work. I didn't even have time to change my clothes. I have been taking care of Patrick these past two days, and there isn't even anyone from Miller Family here, I'm the only one there. " Mary said as her eyes turned red, she looked at Patrick in grief, "I just forgot to change my clothes, look at this woman, she only knows to scold me."

Didn't they already have nothing to do with each other?

Alice looked speechlessly at Mary's acting.

A flash of annoyance appeared in Patrick's eyes, and he simply closed his eyes.

"No one from Miller Family came?" Alice was stunned.

"Right now, they are only concerned about the success or failure of the Miller Group, who cares about Patrick." Mary said.

Alice lowered her eyes and looked at Patrick, only to see Patrick listening to what Mary had said, and his face revealing a look of awkwardness.

Patrick was really the same as her.

They were all abandoned by their loved ones.

"So, Patrick, I am the only one being nice to you. Now you know that I really do love you, right?" Mary said, continuously expressing her goodwill to Patrick.

Patrick kept his eyes closed the entire time.

Alice looked at Mary, and said indifferently, "If you were truly good to Patrick, you wouldn't have kept on drugging him."

"Stop being so righteous over there." Mary looked at her sarcastically, "How good are you? If it wasn't for you, Patrick would not have become like this. I know William did all this to him!"

Hearing this, Alice could not help but sneer, "Mary, in terms of confusing right and wrong, you are truly number one."

Mary stood in front of the sickbed and glared at her.

"Why did I provoke William, wasn't it because of your plot three years ago?" Alice said coldly, "Why does William hate Patrick so much? Didn't someone send my diary to the Imperial Castle to make things worse?"

She had already asked Mary before, and it was Mary's agent who had given her diary to William.

She finally knew how her diary, as well as some objects with her memory of Patrick attached to had disappeared...

Mary was speechless, and could only look at Alice hatefully.

"I don't want to argue with you about this anymore. Change your clothes and rid your perfume." Alice said as she looked at her.

Mary knew that she was wrong, and could only turn around and leave unwillingly.

Alice lowered her head and saw that Patrick was lying on the bed, breathing stably as he slept.

He actually fell asleep while they were arguing. It seemed like he was really tired.

Not wanting to disturb him, Alice turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly discovered that her hand was being held by someone. She lowered her head and found Patrick's hand holding her fingers.

She looked at Patrick.

Patrick opened his eyes slowly and said weakly, "Sit."

Hearing this, Patrick lowered his eyes, put down the spoon in his hand, and then looked at her. With a solemn expression, he said, "Alice, I can't keep Mary out."

"I know, you don't need to tell me this."

When Alice heard her, she felt a little awkward, as if he was trying to explain something to her.

"I know that you still have traces of William in your heart right now, but you have already separated, there must be a chance for me." Patrick said casually, as if he was joking, but his tone was serious.

Alice sat on the chair, pursed her lips and looked at Patrick, "Actually, from what I've seen these past few days, I feel that Mary is quite sincere to you. Every day, apart from her work, she comes to the hospital to take care of you."

She didn't like Mary, but she couldn't deny the feelings Mary had for him.

"Stop." Patrick raised his hand, "For the time being, you can't accept me, but you can not force me to accept Mary."

Alice remained silent.

"Without you, I wouldn't accept Mary." Patrick said, "In these six years, I was completely manipulated."

"That's not what I hate the most. Do you know what I hate the most?"

Hearing that, Alice looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

"I hate everything she has done to you the most, those bad consequences occured all because of Mary. It was she and Rosanna who involve William in this, which hurt you."

"I don't know why, but I don't seem to hate him that much anymore." Alice laughed bitterly, "It's probably because I have too many things to worry about, so I don't have the time to hate those two anymore."

"It's not that you don't have the time."

Patrick stared at her.

Halfway through his sentence, he did not say the next half.

Alice's face was a little stiff, and the sound of high heels came from outside. Other than Mary, who would it be?

She pursed her lips and stood up from the chair. "Then I'll be leaving first. I'll come back later to see you."

"Alright."

Patrick nodded, his gaze looking at her leaving figure.

It doesn't matter.

He still had a chance.

As long as William wasn't around, he would always have a chance.

Alice walked out of the ward, her steps paused for a while, and with a dejected look, she knew what Patrick wanted to say next...

It's not that you don't have time, but that you no longer feel that William's appearance is a terrifying thing.

That was the truth.