My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 489

It was wrong.

"Do you regret being with William?" Patrick asked, "Do you regret ruining your entire family and me because of him?"

"What I regret is that I should not have made any promises to you. Whether it was the first or second time, I should not have casually made any promises to you. If that was the case, would you hate me less?" Alice asked.

She should have always refused. She shouldn't have made a compromise.

This had become her sin, a sin that could not be washed away.

Hearing this, the hatred on Patrick's face deepened as he glared at her and said, "If you hadn't promised me that you would never be with William again, do you think I would choose to save you?"

That was not the time.

He should wait until she completely gave up on William!

"If I had known this would happen, I would have chosen to die on the operating table!"

Alice said forcefully, and stared at him.

"What did you say?"

Patrick's expression froze.

What did she mean? She was indifferent to everything he did?

Alice walked to the side and her voice wooden. "I remember you had said before that I had changed, but actually, it was we both had changed."

He was no longer that clean youth who fell in the snow.

She was also no longer the young girl that she was always relying on him.

Alice walked over to the princess's bed and picked up the cup. When she held the cup in her hand, she noticed that the coffee had turned cold and there was no warmth in it.

"What are you doing?"

Patrick asked.

Alice took a step and walked towards him, then handed the cup over to him. "Patrick, up till today, it is meaningless to say who was in the right and who was in the wrong, because even if we regret, we will not be able to return what we were." "You still want me dead?"

Patrick stared at the coffee cup in her hands and asked in disbelief.

"Please pay with your life for my father and my fiance."

Alice said stubbornly, her eyes were bloodshot, her small face was filled with fatigue.

She no longer had the strength to argue with Patrick.

She just wanted it over as soon as possible.

"Glaring at her, his eyes were red, the glint of water was obvious, and he gritted his teeth and said," I already said, I did not want to kill your father! "I did not!"

He had never thought of killing anyone.

He never thought of killing the people of her family members, because he always wished that he could walk together with her.

"Aren't you going to drink it?"

Alice asked indifferently. Her eyes were dim and her voice was calm, as if she had just asked a normal question: "Don't you drink coffee?"

"Do I have to die in your eyes?"

Patrick laughed bitterly, and pointed to the location of his own heart, "Alice, look at this place, how many times has it hurt for you?

At the end, his voice was no longer filled with hatred, but rather trembling.

He cried.

Tears welled in his eyes.

He was like a defeated soldier, he stood helplessly before the general who was determined to punish him, insisting that the general look at his wounds.

Alice stood there silently, the hand holding the cup frozen in midair.

"Even if I did a lot of things that you would think I should die for, don't forget one thing, I love you!" Patrick said loudly, tears flowing down his face. "Ever since we met, other than those six years, which one of them has not been in love with you?"

Alice stood there dumbly.

Compared to Patrick's crying, the numb expression on her face made her seem so cold-blooded.

" I was always hoped that we could be together again, to be as close to each other as we were in the past? But you... " Patrick allowed his tears to flow, and said bitterly, "I keep thinking, what did I lose to William, is it because I'm being gentle and caring? Then I will be gentler to you and use my life to protect you! Was I wrong? "

"But you should still leave with William!" Patrick said, "Then what exactly did I lose, is it power? Was it potential? I thought that by stepping William under my feet, you would be able to reevaluate me! Was I wrong? "

"I love you. I love you so much that you want to take my life. Is this all my fault?"

Alice's eyelashes fiercely trembled as she stood there.

She felt the pain in his voice, and how sorrowful he was. She quietly listened to his accusation, and then, she slowly withdrew the coffee cup back to her side.

Patrick looked down at her, reached out to wipe the tears on his face, his eyes filled with stubbornness.

Alice looked at him in a daze. It was the first time she saw Patrick cry like a wronged child.

Perhaps he was right. Her desperation for love had ruined everything.

Therefore, it wasn't him who had killed his parents, but her.

The one who killed William wasn't him, but her.

It was all her fault.

She knew that she couldn't see the last of the twins.

Alice slowly picked up the coffee cup, lowering her head to taste it, her slightly numb lips just touching the cup's mouth, when the cup was ruthlessly smashed away.

The entire cup of coffee spilled onto the floor.

The cup shattered.

Patrick stared at her hatefully, "You can't kill me, so you want to kill yourself? Alice, let me tell you, from today onwards, you are mine!"

With that, Patrick pulled her into his embrace, lowered his head and kissed her lips, holding her tightly in his arms. He turned her head over and over, grinding his teeth against her lips as he crazily tried to pry open her lips.

She loved freedom so much, but she was imprisoned again.

But she should be free soon.

Alice stood at the window, her face pale and haggard, without a hint of blood. She pinched the heart-shaped diamond ring on her finger, and stared at it under the sunlight.

The dazzling light of the diamond shone into her eyes.

So beautiful.

William, look, the ring you gave me is still so dazzling.

Wait a bit longer, I'll come and find you soon, don't be afraid to be alone.

You should have seen York Brown by now, is he similar to me? What about my parents? Were they particularly fond of each other? Did you miss me?

William, when we reach heaven, let me play < Reminiscence > for you.

Alice quietly stared at the storage ring on her hand, her face revealing a deep smile, but it was an extremely pale smile.

"Bam."

The door was pushed open.

The smile in Alice's eyes immediately disappeared. She lowered her head and put the ring back on her ring finger, then silently walked to the sofa and sat down.

The one who entered was Patrick.

Behind him followed Scar Doctor who was dressed in a white gown. The doctor was holding onto a few bottles of medicine.

Patrick was holding onto a tray in his hands, with the food on it steaming hot.

He walked over to her and placed the tray in front of her. He lowered his eyes and stared at her.

Patrick obviously knew that Alice was hunger strike.

She knew it was hopeless to kill him, so she chose to wait for death.

Alice sat there silently, not saying a word.

She had already said what she needed to say, and she no longer had anything else to say to Patrick.

She only wanted to quietly wait for the moment that belonged to her.

It had already been two days, and Alice didn't eat or drink nor speak. If Patrick were to kiss or touch her, she would immediately pounce on him like a little wolf, biting him until she was dripping with blood.

Seeing her like that, Patrick turned to Scar Doctor and said, "Give her the nourishing water."

"Yes, Young Master Miller."

The Scar Doctor nodded.

Patrick stood up and hugged Alice, but Alice did not resist and only opened her mouth to bite his arm.

Patrick frowned in pain, allowing her to bite on him. He carried her to the bed and put her down.