My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 891

When Hobbes's eyes encountered with William's, he couldn't help blurting out, "Hey, it's nothing but child's nonsense. At that time, they were only thirteen years old or fourteen years old. It didn't count."

"What did they say?"

William determined to get to the bottom of the history.

Hobbes scratched his head. He was a little fidgety, and then he thought about that it was not a big deal, so he said, "It was just teenage nonsense. At that time, Patrick always said that he wanted to marry Alice, and they actually got along pretty well. Therefore it was hard for me to believe while Patrick was going to marry Mary. Now that I think about it, they were only teenagers. You couldn't be serious with them."

William sat on the sofa and expressionlessly squeezed the cup to pieces.

Fragments fell to the ground.

The glass scraped his fingers, and blood trickled down.

Hobbes freaked out. He stared at him dead in the eyes: "Hey, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Go on."

William shook his hands, and casually picked up a tissue then wrapped it.

Hobbes did not dare to say more. He instantly rushed to the entrance door, "Well, I still have something to do at home. I'll leave it to you. Have a nice day."

After that, the Hobbes ran away as if he was escaping.

Was this husband of the Alice sort of crazy? What a pity, he looked like a fine man.

William sat there. He looked at the broken pieces on the ground. He raised his legs and stomped hard on them with his teeth gritting.

Mr. Palace came out of the kitchen to clear the table. He pulled out the chairs one by one with light music from his body.

"Sweep this place."

William said coldly.

"Yes, Mr. Cullen."

Mr. Palace turned around his head scanning tools to clean the house.

William stood up, his glanced the furnishings in the house as he opened each and every drawer. Back when the Clyne family went to San Francisco to develop, they had pretty much finished packing all the things. The drawers were all clean and there were only useless bits and pieces.

When Alice walked out with the dishes, she saw William looking around and could not help but ask with a smile, "What are you searching for?"

"Which one is your room?"

William asked coldly.

"I'll show you after lunch." Alice said, walking towards William, and saw the tissue in his hand, which was dyed red with blood. She was shocked: "How did you get it?"

"It's an accident."

William replied immediately.

"The old house must be quite wrecked. You must scratch the wooden thorn, didn't you?" Alice said, she did not think much, and took out a box of Band-Aids from her pocket. The glue was a little bigger than normal Band -Aids. It could be used to treat bigger wounds.

William lowered his eyes and stared at her, "Why did you bring this?"

"You always got yourself injured. This is the most basic thing." Alice said it like a common sense. She lowered her head, grabbed his hand and helped him wipe off the blood, then stuck the Band-Aid onto it.

Well, it's done.

William looked down at her cautious behavior, and the stifling feeling in his chest became a little more relaxed.

"You have to be careful when walking in the old house, okay?" Alice said as she raised her eyes to meet William's gaze. His gaze today always made her feel that something might be off. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." William said, "Let's have lunch."

"Okay."

Just as Alice was about to follow him, she suddenly saw a bunch of ingredients at the side.

Hadn't Mr. Palace put all the fresh ingredients in the kitchen?

"It was delivered by the old security guard."

He washed his hands and walked to the dining table, where the Mr. Palace had already placed the dishes one by one. Alice walked over and sat down, then smiled: "Hobbes is a very good person, he likes children very much. When I was little, I often went to his house to grab food."

William bit on a pork chop and looked at her strangely. Suddenly, he felt that the food was tasteless.

"Does the food taste bad?"

Alice realized his abnormality once again.

William chewed on the meat elegantly and swallowed it. He lowered his eyes to look at the white rice in the bowl and said, "No, it's very delicious."

Alice observed his expression, and chewed a few rice, then put down the chopsticks. She asked, "William, the Lancaster problem must be very troublesome, isn't it? You didn't talk much in front of me, but the confrontation time is getting closer, you must be very anxious."

"Nonsense."

William immediately denied.

"William, don't delay your plan for me." Alice looked at his handsome face and said seriously, "I can't help you with anything big, but I can still do it. Really, you accompanied me here is enough. Let's leave after dinner."

She didn't want him company her with anxiety. It wasn't what she wanted.

"You're going back now?" William looked at her with his black eyes, as if he was looking at a liar, "Then why did you bring me here?"

"Let me show you where I grew up." Alice said.

"That's it?"

He originally thought the same. But the closer he got to her hometown, the more he realized that it was filled with memories between her and Patrick.

He had to admit that he was a little pissed off.

"What else could it be?" Alice laughed, "Look, you have brought me to England before. I know where you grew up now, so I want you to see mine too.

By coming here would allow William to understand more about her past.

"Is that true?" William stared at her suspiciously, "But your growth is all related to that Miller guy!"

This man is so jealousy!

"Sure I am." William shamelessly answered.

Alice quietly ate the broccoli in front of her, and after a long ago, William finally pushed another bowl of broth in front of her.

She thought, if she didn't know how to cook, she would definitely have starved to death by William.

After lunch, William stared at her as he wanted to go to her room. Alice could only take him upstairs and push open a door, "This is my old bedroom."

William stepped in and almost got hit by the door frame above him. He looked inside and frowned, "This is not even as big as the bathroom in my house."

There was only a small single bed, an extremely old wardrobe, no desk. A chair, and a pile of books stacked on the floor by the wall. From the cover, one could see that they were filled with drawings.

She really had a love for painting since she was a little girl.

"It's a small house anyway."

Alice walked inside. There was a new blanket on the bed and two big dolls on it.

She went to the window, pulled the curtains aside, opened the window, let in the sun and fresh air. They lifted up the room.

William stood there with a look of disdain as he looked around, unable to understand how a family could fit in such a small place. He glanced at her, "No wonder you are so short. You couldn't grow tall in such a small place."

Alice was speechless.

She brought him to see her upbringing, not for him to criticizing it. This was too much.

William looked at the wall that was clean even though it was old, and said, "Since you like painting so much, why you haven't painted the wall?"

Didn't she like painting on the wall?

"My adoptive parents said no."

The room was too small, so when William stepped in, she did not have much room to move. She sat on the bed and hugged a doll.

"Their own daughter could and the adopted one couldn't." William sneered, "They really weren't biased."

Alice wanted to say something, but found herself having nothing to say in the end.

Ever since she was little, she knew that Mary could do a lot of things while she couldn't. What Mary had, she couldn't have.

She was already used to it.

William picked up a math book and flipped through it, only to discover that all the blanks had been painted with all sorts of paintings. He looked at her, and Alice felt a little awkward, "I only drew this after I stopped studying it for an entire semester."

She was still very hardworking back in school.

"No need to explain, the family did not buy you any drawing paper."

William snorted coldly, his tone filled with deep displeasure.

"It's not like that. Look at the amount of paintings I've drawn. If I painted them all in drawing paper it was going to cost a lot." Alice said as she rubbed her chin on the doll.