My Lord, My Billionaire Master

"Did you find his last contact information?" William asked.

"I've found it. Should I send it over to you now?"

The other party replied respectfully.

"Send it over immediately," William said coldly. "Also you must bring the person over, leave it live or dead! Just keep searching!"

"Yes."

William hung up the phone and turned to the video again, looking at the scene of burning gifts. His eyes grew darker.

Alice was placed in front of the table by Mr. Bacon, sitting there and looking at Mrs. Bacon serving dishes, said, "Mr. and Mrs. Bacon, your house has not changed at all."

"We are too old to ask for any changes. Even our daughter went to a big city to pursue her career and rarely came back." Mrs. Bacon said with emotion.

Mr. Bacon sat down on the side, looking at Alice and said, "Alice, what's going on with your man?"

Alice sat there stiffly, and revealed a slightly embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bacon, I dug a hole in your hundred year old tree."

"That's doesn't matter. We are happy enough to be accompanied by a young soul, so we don't care about that." Mr. Bacon said as he adjusted his reading glasses, "On the other hand, the things that were burnt by your husband were all buried by Patrick earlier. What happened?"

"After I left my hometown, many things happened. I won't be able to explain it in a short time, but later when you see my husband, please don't say a word about Patrick." Alice thought that William's jealousy towards Patrick had already seeped into his bones, she did not want to make him worry.

"Alright, alright." Mr. Bacon nodded. "Come and eat, try the marinated melon. You and Mary really loved this when you were young."

"Thank you, Mr. Bacon."

Alice smiled and picked up her chopsticks then a tall figure walked in from outside, blocking the sunlight.

"Hubby Alice, come over quickly. The bowls and chopsticks are all set up, come over and eat."

Mr. Bacon immediately stood up and greeted William.

However, Alice was very worried as she sat there. She was very clear about William's temperament and personality, so why would he eat the dishes cooked by someone else. Looking at his cold face, her eyes quickly turned, wondering if she should let William accompany her after she finished eating, or if she should take her leave first.

Before she finished thinking, William had already sat down beside her and picked up a spoonful of porridge and put it into his mouth.

Alice widened her eyes in astonishment. She looked at the person beside in disbelief, thinking that she was seeing the wrong things.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

William coldly glanced at her.

Didn't he not eat food made other than hers? She didn't even need to shout or persuade him to sit down and eat breakfast. This was too strange.

William said that when he returned to her hometown, she changed. However, she felt that he was the one who changed.

"Nothing."

With Mr. and Mrs. Bacon's presence, Alice could not say much, so she smiled and continued to drink the porridge and eat.

"This is the steamed bun and fried dough sticks from Cook Pitt's on the street. Come have a taste."

Mr. Bacon enthusiastically picked steamed bun and fried dough sticks into their bowl. As the fried dough sticks sank into the porridge, there was even a layer of oil on the top.

Alice looked at William nervously, but the anger that she expected did not come. William ate a mouthful of the fried dough stick with an expressionless face, making Alice a little confused. However, she could not say anything but to eat breakfast.

"I'm really happy to see you guys come back. Watching you grow up together and go out of the town. Indeed there are more and more elderly people in this district, but I'm not as happy as I was before." Mr. Bacon sighed and said.

"Has Patrick returned?"

William suddenly asked Mr. Bacon coldly.

Mr. Bacon immediately looked towards Alice, waiting for her signal. Alice frowned and utter a sigh.

Seeing that, Mr. Bacon could only say, "I haven't seen him return, it's been a long time since I've heard from him, unlike you guys that I could see on the television."

They all had great prospects.

William took a last bite of the food and took out a gold-plated business card and placed it in front of Mr. Bacon, took out a pen and quickly wrote down a string of numbers on it, then coldly said, "Call me if you see Patrick again, I will give you a good house."

II II

The Bacons were all stunned.

Alice stood there in a daze. William would never give his private number to anyone else before.

Why was he in such a hurry to find Patrick?

So what if he found him, he would dispose him as if what he did to those old things? But that doesn't make sense. If he want to dispose him, he wouldn't wait until now.

Alice did not understand what William was thinking.

When they left Mr. Bacon's house, the sun had risen and the bodyguards were filling the soil under the big tree.

Alice had been observing William in silence this whole time, following the traces of his footsteps as she walked forward bit by bit. Her hands were in the pockets of her school uniform, as if she was his shadow.

But William just kept walking forward. After thinking for a long time, Alice finally decided to step forward and ask clearly, "William..."

"Ugh."

William suddenly grabbed onto a tree by the side of the road and bent over to puke, spitting all the food out.

"What's going on?"

Alice rushed forward anxiously and held onto one of William's arms.

"I don't like the food." William said coldly as he raised his hand to wipe the corners

of his mouth. He forcefully turned her around because he did not want her to see the pile of filth he had vomited.

Alice stood with her back to him, unable to turn around, and could only ask, "You say you don't like it after you'd eaten that much?"

"Didn't you enjoy the food? Don't you like this so-called the milk of human kindness?"

William pushed her forward from the back.

"But you don't like it."

Alice frowned. In fact, in her opinion, William was not picky with food, as long as

she cooked, no matter if it was raw or cooked, he would be able to eat it with

relish.

"I'll try."

He said with a trace of hoarseness in his voice.

Alice was so shocked that she was pushed forward by William as if she was a machine. Facing the sunlight that filled the sky, she said softly, "In the future, I will continue to cook for you, we won't eat at other people's houses anymore."

At least everything that she cooked is fine by him and never made him sick.

"OK."

William replied in an extremely low voice, as if it came from the depths of his throat.

"I'll cook some more porridge for you when we get back."

Alice said again, and was a little worried about his body.noveldrama

"Yes."

William replied again, in an even deeper tone than before.

Alice bit her lips. Why did she hear the heaviness in William's tone? It must be her misconception, right?

The afternoon sun was so warm that made people a little sleepy.

Alice stood on the balcony to answer the call, unconsciously walking back and forth. On the other side of the phone was her good friend Anna, who said excitedly, "President Cullen is so narrow-minded, even burnt away all the presents from many years ago."

Alice listened silently. She had nowhere to say it out loud, so when Anna called her, she expressed a little.

"Jealousy is understandable, but in his case, it's just too much. You brought him to see where you grew up. It was very romantic and beautiful. But in the end, he only thought of burning Patrick's gifts." Anna was furious for her, and then sighed, "Hey, sometimes you can not tell that it is fortune or misfortune to meet someone like William. I still can not accept the fact that he burnt all the gifts from Patrick."

Just the thought of it was terrifying enough.

Hearing this, Alice stopped walking and said seriously, "Being able to recognize William is my greatest fortune in this life."

If she hadn't known William, she would have collapsed a long time ago and wouldn't become who she is today.

"Yes, you're bewitching too." Anna ridiculed her, "Fine, fine. One of you is willing to

go crazy and the other is willing to tolerate it. What can a bystander like me to

say?"

Alice was a little helpless, "Anna, that's not what I meant."

Anna laughed, "I know you don't mean that, you just want to complain to me. Don't worry, I will be the best punching bag."

Alice turned and looked at the empty bed. She didn't see William when she woke

up, and he told her in the call that he was looking for the presents. It seemed like

he had already found the sixth palace.

No, it's more like he had burnt into the sixth palace.

"Anna, what do you mean that William insisted on finding Patrick?" Alice said, then turned and looked into the distance, "Back then, when Patrick left, William and I no longer pursued his whereabouts. I don't understand why we would look for Patrick again at this time."

In her opinion, there should has no beef between William and Patrick.

At that time, William was too jealous. He had her all now, what was there to do.

"Did you stimulate him by bringing him back to the old house? So, he was still not willing to let go of Patrick then decided to beat him up again after he coming back?" Anna guessed, "It seems like his thing."

Maybe.

Alice lowered her eyes, "Perhaps, I really shouldn't have brought him back to my

old house."

Everything had deviated.

"What about you?" Anna suddenly asked.

"What?"

Alice was startled by the question.

"If he finds Patrick, will you continue to allow him to torture Patrick again?" Anna is

not someone who would easily catch the main point, but this time she did, "Didn't you say that Patrick is already the most thorough of your past, and you don't want

anything happened between you? Patrick now doesn't have anything, and is even blind."

You would let that happen again?

Alice stood there stiffly, unable to answer. A gust of wind blew past her slightly

pale face, and she thought to herself, it's all her fault. She shouldn't had arranged

that trip.

She was wrong.

"I need to think about it."

After Alice finished speaking, she hung up and walked back inside, and then laid

the blanket on the bed.

What was she going to do?

As matters stood, what could she do? She could only hope that Patrick would not

be found by William, as this past did not need to be mentioned again, and no one should get hurt anymore.

She looked at the time, guessed that William was probably still looking for gifts to

burn.

Then she went to her bedroom and found a laptop on the single bed.