My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 347

W—as that her child?

Alice felt that she was lying in the car as it driving on. She turned her head with much difficulty only to see the crib beside her being supported by someone.

The baby was crying.

Alice raised her head and looked towards the crib with difficulty.

Alice still had not seen her baby, but fainted once again, falling down heavily.

A figure immediately stood up from the side, bent over her, and rubbed her head with a gentle hand.

Day and night.

Stars Shift.

A fresh fragrance. On the huge bed, the sun softly shone on her sleeping face. A crisp bird cry sounded from outside.

Alice had not heard any other sound in a long time since she had heard the sound of waves and seabirds.

She lied there sleeping, her lips unconsciously curling into a smile. After a long time, Alice slowly opened her eyes, but the view in front of her was a little blurry.

It was as if she was shrouded in a layer of light and shadow. The ceiling of the room within her line of sight was very high, and the area was very large. The style was unique and the furniture was completely different from what she usually saw.

It was as if she had arrived in an unfamiliar country.

What is this place?

Alice was confused. She pressed her temples and sat up on the bed. As soon as she sat up, she felt a sharp pain from her body.

"Ugh..."

Alice gritted her teeth in pain as she grabbed onto the blanket forcefully.

It hurts.

She suddenly remembered that when she gave birth to a pair of twins, but she did not even see her baby. While she seemed to have even seen Patrick before.

She could clearly remember giving birth in pain, but Patrick's impression of her was a little blurry.

At the time, she was in so much pain that she could no longer tell what was real and what was hallucination.

She seemed to have talked a lot with Patrick, but she didn't seem to remember too clearly.

Alice bit her lips. It was still difficult to recall all these.

No matter, let's find the baby first.

Alice pulled away her blanket and got off the bed, and when she moved her body, intense pain came from her again. Her face was pale white, and she forced herself off the bed.

When her feet touched the ground, she felt her legs go limp from the pain.

Alice pushed open the door and walked out. After walking for a distance, she walked into a large hall and was shocked by the spectacular scene before her.

The hall in front of her was like an art hall. The dome was extremely high and did not have many decorations. There were exquisite relief sculptures on the walls, with each stroke depicting an enchanting scene.

It was a rococo style building, which was hard to find in the country.

Alice stood there and looked at the hall in front of her for a long time.

"Miss.Clyne, you're finally awake."

A voice sounded.

Alice turned around and saw a man wearing a white robe walking towards her. He had an ordinary face and revealed a kind smile.

Leon.

Alice suddenly thought of the doctor she saw when she was giving birth. It was the same scar, but his eyes were different.

In truth, from start to finish, Leon was only this person?

Patrick had never appeared before?

"You're the doctor. Did you save me?" Alice just woke up, soher memories were a little messy that the difference between real and fake was not too clear.

"Yes." Leon nodded his head, "Miss.Clyne must have been tired during the period and have been in a coma for three whole days."

"I slept for three days?"

Alice was shocked.

Three days had actually passed.

"Yes, I think it would be better for you to return to your bed to rest. It has only been three days since the birth, so it's still not suitable to get out of bed and walk around too much." Leon said, to her, his tone carrying a tinge of respect.

"I want to see the babies. Where are they?

Where are we? I don't think this is a British or Chinese building. " Alice said while standing there.

"This is an Italy city." The Leon said.

"Italy?"

Alice was startled that she was in Italy.

She had lived for more than twenty years in her own country and had been forced to leave the country twice a year.

Italy.

It was no wonder that the buildings here were so artistic. Many artists were born in this country, and she had thought of saving up for a trip.

She didn't expect that he would arrive just like that. It was as though she was in a dream.

"Yes." The Leon nodded his head, "The climate here is very suitable for recuperation and for infants."

"Is that so?" When he talked about the matter of infants, Alice's expression softened. She lowered her eyes, and suddenly discovered that she was wearing loose, striped pajamas.

Seeing that, Leon knew what she was thinking and laughed, "Miss.Clyne, I asked the maid to change the clothes for you. You can't always wear the clothes you were wearing when you giving birth."

"Thank you." Alice lowered her head to him.

"you should be hungry, do you want to eat something?" Leon asked.

Alice shook her head and said seriously, "I'm going to go see my babies first. Where are they?"

"Eh?"

Alice wanted to stop him but the person had already left. She stood alone in front of the door, feeling a little awkward.

Younger brother.

It was a wonderful feeling to have a younger brother she had never met yet who had the same hobbies as her.

For some reason, she was somewhat nervous.

She bit her lip, then carefully pushed the door open.

It was a large office room, From afar, she saw two more masterpieces.

It was a painting that suited a study. The artistic aura it exuded emanated from every corner of the room .

She walked inside. There were a number of books on an irregular—shaped desk, a laptop with its light still on, and a gray chair with its back to her.

The back of the chair was very high.

All she saw was the head back, which coverd short, black hair.

It was obviously a man sitting there.

Alice stood there, her lips tightly pressed together. Suddenly, she didn't know what to say.

Time seemed to have stopped.

The only thing left in the study was the light curtain fluttering in the wind.

Alice looked at the gray chair back, seeing that he had no intention to turn around, so she took a deep breath and said, "I'm here."

Hearing her voice, the back of the chair finally moved and slowly turned around.

Alice didn't know what kind of face she would see, but she ground her teeth and held her breath, "I just saw your painting, you're a teenager..."

Before she could finish, the chair in front of the desk turned around.

Alice did not see a face that was similar to hers, but instead a familiar face.

He sat upright on the gray chair, his white and slender hands interlaced in front of him. There were scars on the back of his hand.

He had a handsome face with short black hair, black eyebrows, and long narrow eyes that looked deeply at her. His pale lips were curved with a touch of gentleness.

It was a rather feminine male face, but its aura was as gentle as clear water with just the right temperature. It was neither icy nor scorching.

That smile was like a spring breeze.

Patrick.

The living Patrick.

"Long time no see, Alice."

Patrick sat there and looked at her with a light smile, the aura on his body becoming more stable and steady.

Alice stood there in a daze, looking at him in disbelief.