My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 212

"Alright, I'll eat the Ice cream myself."

Alice shouted as she turned around.

Within a second, the door opened.

She could not help but smile, and turned around. William was wearing a light silver bathrobe, staring at her, "You finally know making more for me!"

She had been controlling his diet these days, so he had never had a taste for it.

"You make it sound like I'm abusing your stomach. I just want you to have a healthy diet."

Alice said, walking towards him, with a pair of clear eyes, "Can I go in?"

William placed a hand on the door, after hearing that, his eyes immediately lit up with an erotic luster, "Are you sure you want to come in? Have you thought it through? "

No more separate rooms?

Sleep in his room? Sleep with him?

"I just wanted to come in and sit for a while." What kind of look was that? It was like she was some kind of woman who came to the door.

"I don't mind if you come in and lie down for a while!" Better lie down for a long time, until tomorrow morning.

"Then I'm not going in."

Alice handed the ice cream bucket over to him, "Go ahead and eat, I'll go to sleep."

Seeing that she really wanted to leave, William's face turned cold and displeased. He opened the door wider and coldly stared at her, "Get the hell in, leave later!"

She actually dared to leave.

Why didn't he say so earlier?

Alice thought to herself and her lips curved up in a smile, as she carried the ice cream bucket into the bedroom. She only saw the piano cover being lifted, clearly showing that someone had played it just now.

"You were just playing the piano?"

Alice asked.

"Yep." William snatched the ice cream bucket from her, scooped up a spoonful of it and ate.

An ice - cold fragrance spread out in his mouth, and William's eyes became a little dimmer.

He needed this little bit of ice.

Alice, this woman, was to his liking!

Alice looked at the black and white keys in front of her. She pressed a key lightly with her fingertip, then turned to look at William's handsome face. "Are you nervous about the conference tomorrow?"

"Are you joking?"

William scoffed, his entire body brimming with an innate arrogance and haughtiness.

Nervous? How is this possible!?

"The whole world is focusing on your new product, you are not nervous?" Alice sat in front of the piano, looking at him with clear eyes, "If I were you, I would have definitely been nervous to death.”

At that time, she was only facing her classmates.

As for him, he was about to face the onlookers and the eyes of the entire world.

"Can you compete with me?"

William looked at her in disdain, then continued to feed the Ice cream, bit by bit.

Alright, it looks like he won't be confessing his nervousness to her anymore.

"Yes, yes, yes, how can I compare with you?" Alice looked at the piano in front of her and said, "I wasn't able to hear it clearly outside just now, how about you play it for me again?"

"Money."

"How much do you want?"

"One million!"

"Nope." She was very honest, at the moment, she still owed Daniel a credit card and money to settle the score with him.

"No one dares asking me to play the piano without money."

William shot her a glance, and his face filled with haughtiness.

Alice looked up at him, blinked her eyes, and said in a clear and gentle voice, "I thought that being a prospective girlfriend means being able to hear my boyfriend playing the piano anytime."

She reached out to cover the piano, but a slender hand clasped the top of the piano.

Alice looked up.

William lowered his eyes and stared at her, "What did you say just now?"

"Boyfriend-to-be, aren't we trying to be in a relationship?" Alice laughed candidly, a smile on her face, as if there was starlight embedded in her eyes.

William stared at her and his throat tightened.

He placed the ice cream bucket beside the piano and sat beside her, "What do you want to hear?"

With that, William scooped another spoonful of Ice cream and put it into his mouth.

She looked at him with such a smile that if she wanted to hear Beethoven, he would immediately dig him out of the ground for her.

"Whatever. I don't know how to play the piano.

You can play whatever you want."

Alice sat beside him.

William placed both hands on the black and white keyboard. His fingers were long and straight, and his hands were so beautiful that not a single blemish could be seen.

He began to play the zither. His fingertips tapped gently on each of the zither keys, and a moving zither sound began to flow out from his fingertips.

Alice quietly listened. It turned out that William could play the piano very well.

Outside the large French windows was a pitch -black night. In the quiet bedroom, there was the melodious sound of a piano. The one who played the keys with such an elegant hand, and the owner was such a handsome man.

If this handsome man hadn't been biting on a silver spoon, she would have thought this was the most romantic and beautiful scene in the world.

Alice stared at his hands that were moving fluidly on keys. Gradually, she heard the restlessness in his playing again.

Strangely, she didn't understand music, but she could tell from the sound that his mood was one of irritation.

"Are you serious?"

Alice's eyes rotated a little within the sockets of her eyes, and then took the initiative to raise her face to kiss the thin lip.

William's body instantly stiffened as he stared straight at her.

What’s wrong with this woman tonight?

She hugged him and then kissed him.

William pushed her away, his black eyes staring at her face.

Alice was pushed onto the bed, embarrassed. This was the first time she had approached him so closely, giving him a kiss and hugging him together. So he thought that she has something wrong.

He really has a broken brain.

Alice looked at him speechlessly, "Forget it, I'll go back and sleep."

She had prepared this man for use as a spirit -raising medicine, yet he acted this way. Had she rejected him too many times before? It caused him to have this kind of reaction.

Alice stood up from the bed and walked out. Before she had taken two steps, she was hugged by William from behind.

William wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly, and then said tyrannically, "Who allowed you to leave?"

"Mr. Cullen, young master Cullen, I'm finally awake. I need to go back to my room to clear my head."

Alice said helplessly.

Was there anyone he suspected that much?

"You're not allowed to leave." William held her tightly, his face close to hers and his voice low and sexy, "You are not allowed to leave."

He repeated it twice.

"Then what do you want?" Alice stood there and did not move.

She took the initiative, and he said she was drugged; he wouldn't let her go if she wanted to go.

How could he be such a person who are difficult to serve?

"Stay here with me. I promise I won't touch you." William said and refused to let her leave. His overbearing tone had a trace of attachment in it that was difficult to reject.

Alice could not reject and nodded, "Ok."

The two of them sat on the bed, and both of them sat on top of the blanket. Alice leaned into William's embrace, and when her hands touched the hard object under the blanket, so she pulled it away.

There was a document.

Alice opened it to have a look. It was the contents of the press conference, and it turned out that he had been reading about it while he was lying on his bed.

"William, you definitely can do it. I believe in you."

Alice closed the document and encouraged him.

"Alice, you have to come tomorrow." William hugged her, his voice low yet overbearing, not allowing any rejection.

Hearing this, Alice subconsciously resisted, but after thinking for a bit, she nodded. "Okay, I will be there."