My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 368

William sat on the chair, his hand was still tightly holding Alice's hand. He snorted coldly, "I let you cure my illness, but not care about my routine!"

"Mr. William, the patient should cooperate with the doctor to recover quickly."

Dean Jack said helplessly.

"If I don't cooperate, you dare to refuse to cure me?" William looked over coldly, his face was grave and stern.

Dean Jack was startled, he immediately stood up and said respectfully, "Mr. William, that is not what I meant, please do not be angry."

"Let me accompany you back to the ward." Alice stood at the side and said, she could tolerate to watch him bully others.

"Alright!"

William turned and looked at her, with a hint of smile in his eyes. He immediately nodded and agreed without hesitation, showing his cooperation to her.

William placed his arm on Alice's shoulder again. At this time, his head was no longer in so much pain, but he still unceremoniously pressed down all the weights on her, moving crookedly.

Alice sent him back to the ward with difficulty.

There were a few bodyguards standing outside the ward. Seeing that, they wanted to support William, but he immediately kicked them away.

Alice watched silently, without saying a word, she supported William in.

"Help me lift the blanket!"

William tyrannically ordered, from his point of view, they had already made up and could return to the past.

Wait, gentle.

William cleared his throat and changed his tone, "Help me lift the blanket."

Alice looked at him strangely. She didn't understand why he would say one sentence twice as she reached out to lift the blanket, then put down William's hand for him to lie down.

William stared at her, and directly pushed her down, pressing her on the bed.

Alice laid there, completely immobilized by William's pressure. She couldn't help but frown and ask, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say to sleep with me?"

William leaned on her and stared at her.

"That's not what I meant!" Alice struggled. She just accompanied him here.

"But that's what I mean!"

William stared at her, lifted his lips, and lowered his head, he was about to kiss her lips.

Alice turned her face around without thinking and when William's kiss landed on her face, he frowned in dissatisfaction, "Alice, you don't keep your promise!"

Did she know how long it had been since last kissed her!

Still dodging!

"William, can you not be so reckless?"

Alice laid there, unsure of what to say, and was also unable to push him away.

"You don't mean what you say!" William stressed this point.

Who could be more unreasonable than him?

He had hidden the truth from her, and now that she only had hatred towards him, he explained as much as he could, clarified as much as he wanted to, regretted as much as he wanted, and tried to force a reconciliation without even giving her the time to digest it.

Who would be so tyrannical and paranoid that she could only listen to him, and he would never listen to her.

"William, rest. I'll sit by the side, okay?"

Alice could only say this.

"You lie next to me. I won't touch you! " William also compromised and decided to implement his own gentle policy.

"I'll sit nearby." Alice persisted.

William leaned on her body, stared at her stubborn face, and rubbed her soft body against it. A trace of disgust flashed past Alice's eyes.

William pursed his lips, then compromised and said, "Sit, as you wish."

Gentle.

Be gentle!

Hearing that, Alice hurriedly left his body.

"Are you trying to escape?" William glared at her, he was displeased that she could not wait any longer, as if he was some kind of wild beast that was coming for her.

"Go to sleep."

Alice tidied her hair and sat down on a chair.

William laid down on the bed, reached out his hands to grab hers, and said, "Then I'll go to sleep."

"Hmm." Alice replied indifferently.

"I really fell asleep!" William emphasized.

"I know." What's there to repeat?

"You're not allowed to leave!"

William got to the point.

Alice looked at the bandages on his head and thought for a bit. Then, she nodded and did not break free from his hands.

Only then did William shut his eyes in satisfaction, his hand firmly held hers without letting go.

Alice sat by his sickbed for half an hour just like that, until William fell asleep. William had not been sleeping well, at first he would open his eyes from time to time to glance at her, with worry all over his face, as if she would suddenly disappear.

Half an hour later, William finally fell asleep, and his breathing became stable.

"Where's my mother?"

Alice walked in, and asked while changing into comfortable house slippers.

"Madame is crying. She's in the small room." The maid pointed in a certain direction and said, "I don't know what she's looking at. I don't dare to disturb her."

Hearing this, Alice looked at the maid in shock, then handed the bag over to her and headed towards the small room.

The door was ajar.

Walking near, Alice heard Beverly sobbing. The sound was soft, but it was filled with sorrow.

Alice was already exhausted when she returned from outside. She stopped outside for a few seconds and forced herself to enter.

Beverly sat on a chair facing the window, bathed in sunlight.

"Mother."

Alice called out lightly and slowly walked over.

She saw Beverly sitting on the chair, holding a photo frame, the photo inside was actually York as an army man, it was one of her younger brother's few photos in men's clothing.

"You're thinking about York again."

Alice said softly.

Seeing her enter, Beverly immediately reached out to wipe her tears, and choked with sobs, "A good child just suddenly died... I'm sorry to have let you see me like this again."

Alice picked up the handkerchief that was placed on the cupboard, she extended her hand and gave it to Beverly, then squatted down in front of her and picked up the Photo Frame, and asked: "York is very tall, right?"

"Yeah, 1.8 meters." Beverly said.

"Then how come I don't even have 1.7 meters?" Alice intentionally cracked a joke.

"How can a boy and a girl compare in height?" Beverly was amused by her, wiping her tears, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Alice looked at the young boy who looked like her in the photo and asked, "What kind of person is York?"

When it came to this topic, Beverly started talking non — stop, "York is a very obedient and smart child, he loved to paint since a young age, and was very filial to us, and started working for your father when he was seventeen or eighteen, he never let your father down."

"He's so powerful, I can't match up to him."

Alice squatted beside Beverly and said with a smile.

"It's a pity that no one is perfect. He has that transvestite personality and caused quite a big ruckus at home." Beverly sighed and said, "From the age of ten, York likes to go out and change into female attire the moment he leaves the house, and only return after he has gone mad enough outside. We've scolded him, but he just can't correct it."

"..."

Alice listened quietly. Her mother needed listeners.

Beverly sat on the chair and looked down at her, "When York was around ten years old, he always said that he should have been a girl. You're separated too long, yet you don't even know each other's existence. If we could have found you earlier, maybe he would have been able to stay normal."

If Alice had returned home earlier, perhaps nothing would have happened.