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!"