My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 81

William fixed his eyes on her, following the movements of her dress, the displeasure in his black eyes gradually disappeared. His eyes became even darker, locking tightly onto her slender and fair waist.

His eyes were "burned" by sexiness earning from youth.

This woman dressed in student uniform clothes was this seductive.

William's body gradually tensed up. If it wasn't for the fact that today was a special day, he would have "taken care of her" on the spot.

"That's it, no need to change." William said, "Come here."

Alice's face was burning red as she stood there. After hearing what was said, she stood even straighter and refused to go over.

In the past, he must have started to make a move.

"Come here!" William stared at her, "Why are you as stiff as a dead person today? Come here."

As he spoke, William walked towards her and grabbed her slender wrist, then walked to the side of the table. The moment his fingers touched her, Alice's body became even more stiff like a rock.

It's over. It's about to begin.

She didn't want to be in the wilderness...

Alice bit her lips tightly, every piece of flesh on her body becoming stiff.

"Alice, what's wrong with you today?" William looked at her strangely, then picked her up and carried her to the dining table like she was a child.

Then he let go of her.

There was no further movement, nothing.

As expected, Alice sat at the dining table and looked at William with suspicion.

Why not just do it?

What else did he want to play? Was he torturing her?

William walked in front of her and elegantly pulled out the cork of red wine with his slender fingers. He poured the red wine into two tall wine cups.

Staring at the color of the red wine in the cup, William said in a hoarse voice, "This wine is from the year 86, and has always been stored in England."

If Alice were to carefully observe William's expression, she would realize that today was different from normal.

However, right now, all she could think about was adult games in the wild. She couldn't care less as she stared at the wine in the cup, her fingers touching the crystal hair band on her head as she pursed her lips.

Yes, a drink first.

When she was drunk, she wouldn't be aware of her shame.

With that thought, Alice reached out and poured the red wine into her mouth.

"Alice, what are you doing?"

William stood there and watched as all of the red wine that he had stored for many years was consumed in a single gulp.

She didn't know how precious or valuable this wine was, she drank it all in one gulp!

"It's fine, don't mind me, just do what you want when I'm drunk." Alice said to him as if she was facing death.

As she spoke, she stood up and poured the bottle of wine into her cup. She had completely given up on herself.

Since she wouldn't be able to escape, she could only get drunk on her own. Whatever he wanted to do, let him be.

She wanted to drink until she was unconscious.

William watched as she drank another cup of wine. Did this woman go crazy today?

"No."

When Alice once again reached out for the bottle, William held her hand and said coldly, "If you're drunk, then I will have another woman to do it."

"Why do you need company? You can just enjoy it by yourself."

Alice was extremely embarrassed.

It wasn't like that she had to cooperate with him if he wanted to play this never-ending wild mountain game. As usual, he was the only one enjoying himself.

"No, I want you to stay with me!" William unhappily pushed her hand away.

"Hiss..."

The wound on Alice's hand was hit, causing her to immediately shout out in pain, she sat back down on the white dining chair and frowned.

"What's wrong?" William's black eyes was stunned, walked to his side of the table and grabbed her hand. Three Band-Aid s were pasted on her palm, "How could this be?"

His voice became lower.

"Nothing."

Alice retracted her hand, and was grabbed back tyrannically.

"Speak, how did you get it? Are you tricked by the instructors of the British cuisine class? " William asked coldly, with a very bad tone.

He had only left her for a short while, yet she had injured her hand.

Alice shook her head, "No, I was the one who got injured."

"How?" William held her hand, stopped talking for a while, then suddenly understood what was going on. His face turned extremely dark, and his tone became even worse, "Are you trying to grab the window to escape again?"

Just like last time in The Isle of the Clouds.

Alice lowered her head silently.

In the next second, William slapped her on the head fiercely, his tone carrying a dense unhappiness, "Do you like to climb the windows so much? Next time, I'll seal the window!"

She thought she was a monkey, and she climbed the window every time.

Alice remained silent.

William sat down beside her and placed her hand on his palm. His black eyes carefully inspected the Band-Aid on top of it.

The Band-Aid made it look ugly.

Alice wanted to retract her hand, but William glared at her coldly and said, "Don't move!"