My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 882

"I won't bother with you since you're injured." Alice kept the bowl and glared at him angrily. She scooped a spoonful and blew on it, feeding him the same way she fed him porridge.

William stared at her as he drank the soup. She stared at her with his "burning" eyes, "Alice, you have become more self-aware when you feed me now."

"It's because you are injured..."

"Even if I'm not injured, you need to feed me." William interrupted her words, acting extremely tyrannically, "Feed me for my entire life!"

Alice looked at him speechlessly, and fed him a spoonful of soup. She couldn't help but say, "William, it seems that you like acting coquettishly when you're injured."

Huh, feed him for his entire life. So sweet.

"I, William, am acting coquettishly?" William sneered.

How could he be like that, he was a man!

"Is that so? Then I'll go back after you finish the soup." Alice fed him and said, "I still have two children to take care of. I still have one more in my stomach, so I'm tired."

She thought that William would make a ruckus with her, but she didn't expect that William would be especially calm as he looked at her, "Oh."

Alice's hand that was holding the spoon stiffened. What did he mean? He allowed her to leave? Didn't he need her to accompany him tonight?

Seeing her dazed face, William smirked. He pulled her to is side and sat her down, pinching her face, "You go back first, I'll sneak out to see you tonight."

"Sneak out?"

Alice was baffled. Was this an a affair between them?

William stared at her and grabbed her hand and drank the soup, his eyes were full of wisdom, "Since there's someone who wants to see us couple at odds, how can they be satisfied if we don't act out a little, so that they would take the next step."

Alice sat on the bed and blurted out, "Who wants to see that? Bella? "

William looked at her as if he was looking at an idiot, "How could she hate us to this extent just because she was fired?"

Hate.

Upon hearing this word, Alice came to a realization as her eyebrows furrowed. "It's Lancaster."

"Smart."

Hearing this, Alice couldn't react for a long time. It turned out that William had guessed it long ago, but she only deduced it from Bella's abnormality. She said, "Lancaster sure used all sorts of tricks to get revenge."

The assassination failed, the negotiations failed, and the bombing of the island failed. Now, they had sent a woman to pester their relationship.

"That damned old Lancaster is a pervert!"

William said coldly.

Alice bit her lips and looked at William's face with lingering fear.

If she really didn't believe in William's loyalty, wouldn't Lancaster already be watching a joke this time? But she struggled so much before she chose to believe in him. If Lancaster set a few more such tests of loyalty, she did not know how much she would be able to endure.

It was too difficult.

It was really too difficult.

As if he knew what she was thinking, William's black eyes reflected her face. He opened his mouth and spoke word by word, "Don't worry, I promise they will only use this method once!"

"How can you be so sure?" Alice said, "Bella did not manage to separate us, there can be Becky, Beth..."

"Because I will mercilessly smack that damned old man's face! Beat him until he doesn't have the gut to use the same method again!"

William said. His eyes revealed a trace of malice and ruthlessness.

It seemed like he already had an idea.

Seeing that he was determined to win, Alice fed him a spoonful of soup, "Then do you need me to cooperate with you on something?"

"Of course."

"What should I do?"

"Having sex with me!"

Alice was completely dumbstruck.

On the other side of the ocean in England. Trees towered above the buildings, and the fields stood like enormous colored chessboards on the earth.

The black antique car passed through the gates from the outside, door by door, and stopped right in front of the ancient castle.

Someone hurriedly got out of the car, he carried a black leather bag and rushed towards the arched door without giving notice.

Inside the ancient castle, every ornament was grand and imposing. No one dared to touch them.

An elderly man was sitting on the sofa. He was holding a document in one hand reading it. His other hand was casually placed on the arm of the sofa, and there was an antique ring on his middle finger.

He quietly sat on there, but it was as if he was sitting on the clouds. No one dared to rashly go forward.

"Mr. Lancaster."

The man with the bag stepped forward and bowed respectfully.