What Happens in Chapter 391 – From the Book My Lord, My Billionaire Master
Dive into Chapter 391, a pivotal chapter in My Lord, My Billionaire Master, written by Karen. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Romance fiction.
H—e was scared.
Ever since he met Alice, he seemed to have understood more and more what fear was.
He was afraid that if he went in, he would see that it was Patrick and Alice walking out arm in arm.
He was even more afraid that he would be unable to face Alice.
How was he going to face Alice?
"My daughter was imprisoned by your Cullen family for half a year, and because of the news of your engagement, she became impetuous. She gave birth prematurely, and after that, her body became completely weak. I will always remember this debt!"
"If it wasn't for Patrick saving my daughter in England, I'm afraid she would have been tortured to death by your Cullen family."
Mrs. Brown's words still echoed in his ears.
No wonder when he was in England, he heard something about early childbirth. It turned out that it was because of his engagement that made her feel painful.
He had betrothed her to another woman, and she had given birth because of him.
When she was in despair, Patrick was the one who saved her.
When her body was weak, Patrick was by her side.
Then what did he do?
No.
Now that he thought about it, there wasn't a single one.
He didn't believe her, didn't believe that the child was his. He didn't notice anything until she was imprisoned by the Cullen family.
He thought he was doing it for her, but it turned out that he had hurt her so much.
She was actually hiding it from him, not mentioning it at all.
He had not taken care of her for a day, not even a day.
He was still standing in front of her as if he was right about everything. Everything he did was for her, she should return to his side, she should be the one looking at him, she must have felt that he was extremely ridiculous.
There was no one more ridiculous than him.
What right did he have to question her now, what right did he have to meet her?
Everything she was doing now was caused by him.
Only now did William understand how much she hated him in her heart.
He really wanted to die with her, because he had destroyed too much of her.
William sat on the bench and slowly bent over, as though his back was being pressed down by a thousand kilograms, and used his hands to hold his head.
"William, what exactly did you do?"
The rain water brushed against his handsome face, brushing past his trembling thin lip and flowing down along his lonely chin.
He was the only one left in the rain.
So lonely.
The gauze on his hand was already soaked through, and blood was seeping out from the wound along with it.
William took out his phone from his pocket and pressed it to light up the screen. Watching the droplets of water on the screen, he used his hand to wipe the water on it.
A notification popped up. It was a piece of entertainment news -
"Alice's new work«Sea Tower)) will be released online, it will be the first to take a look."
His Alice was also on the news.
In the rain, William wiped away the water droplets on the Mobile Screen and brought out the contents of the cartoon.
The grey sea, black rocks, and white pagodas left no room for hope.
On the first page, the female lead had fallen into the gray sea, but not a single splash could be seen. The surface of the sea was calm and serene, it was hard to tell that it had swallowed a person.
There was a line of words on it, "You have tried to fall into the water but no one saved you at the moment you were about to drown. In fact, no one even heard the sound of your cry for help."
The choking sensation of falling into the water.
William stared at the caricature of the Mobile Screen, watching droplets of rain fall onto it, blurring the scene.
It had rained heavily that night.
Alice sat on the bed by herself, her long hair hanging down to her shoulders, her eyes clear and black and white.
She lifted her hand, and her ring finger moved.
There was nothing on it. It was as if nothing had ever existed.
For some reason, Alice suddenly thought back to the period of time after she was honest with William. At that time, she would be able to love William without any distractions, regardless of the fact it was, it was firm and brave.
Now that I think about it, that was a really happy time.
Even if there was always such a small problem between them, they would no longer have the mindset of never turning back.
Humans, actually, the more they understood, the more they would worry about it.
Being strong was sometimes just a facade.
Alice looked at her empty ring finger and laughed bitterly.
Suddenly, the phone on the blanket vibrated.
Alice picked up her phone. It was a message from William -
"Alice, I know I was wrong."
Alice stared blankly at that line of words, her eyes glazed over and over again as she tried to identify the number, until she finally confirmed that the number was William's.
He actually sent her such a message.
Like a kid admitting his wrongs.
Why?
Why did he suddenly admit to it? He never felt that he was wrong.
Alice closed her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. She reached out her hands to caress her face, but the tears could not be stopped.
She was no longer sleepy.
After a while, Daniel and a few bodyguards rushed over, each of them holding onto an umbrella as they got off the carriage.
The scene was somewhat chaotic.
The sound of the rain drowned out all other sounds.
After an unknown period of time, Alice saw William being helped off the bench by Daniel and the others. William lowered his head, looking like he was in a bad state.
They walked over.
Alice could not help but shrink her body, not looking towards that direction.
The footsteps of a group of people gradually approached his side. Alice heard their voices
"Young Master, is your head still hurting? The stitches on your head have only been stitched for a few days, you can't get wet or you'll leave behind the root of your headache."
"Daniel, stop talking, William needs some peace and quiet right now."
"Then we'll talk about it when we get back. Open the door."
Alice slowly peeked her head out from behind the pillar, looking out, she saw a group of people gathered in front of a car closest to her, William stood in the middle of them, with a few umbrellas surrounding him at the same time.
At this distance, Alice could finally see William's face clearly.
William stood there, his body completely drenched, blood dripping down from his hands that were wrapped in gauze. William's face was pale and bloodless, without any signs of life, and his eyes were no longer as lively as before. His eyes were half-closed, and his lashes were still stained with raindrops, as if he was crying.
How did his hand get injured like that?
"Young Master, what did you say?" Daniel asked anxiously, but even after listening carefully his face was still filled with suspicions, "Young Master, what's wrong? What do you want to say?"
William did not care about him, he sat in the carriage as though he was sitting in it.
Alice looked at him, tears were in her eyes, her eyes had turned red.
He was saying that he was wrong.
He knew he was wrong.
Alice's heart was turning in pain. She couldn't let it go; it couldn't be wiped away.
William, you are right, no one is perfect. None of them expected all of this to happen, nor did they expect it to reach the state it is today.
The group got on the car and the cars and sports cars left one after another.
Alice watched the carriage drive off and also wanted to leave, but she could not move a single step. She leaned on a pillar, and just then, she realized that when she peeked at the carriage, half of her body was exposed outside the eaves, she was already wet.
Half warm, half cold.
As it turned out, the feeling of not being able to love was far worse than hating someone.
Alice leaned on the pillar limply and slowly closed her eyes.
William, I don't blame you. I will never blame you again.
Please live well. please make sure you get better.
"Ta, ta."
The sound of high-heeled shoes trampling on the rain came from far, near, and slowly.
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