The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey read a book until midnight, still dreaming in the morning suddenly heard the phone ring, confused to see the number, suddenly sat up in shock, stammered to connect the phone: ” … brother.”

Warren’s mood seemed good, a rare smile, a simple explanation of his purpose to B City, and hung up the phone.

Lindsey’s little heart thumped in shock, flabbergasted for a while before coming back to her senses.

If Bruce is a thousand-year-old iceberg, Warren is definitely the kind that will not melt.

Yesterday Bruce smiled at himself, today Warren also smiled, could it be that facial paralysis and smiling are contagious. This is terrible!

After a minute of concentration, Lindsey slapped her cheeks, forced herself to calm down, hurriedly got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom to wash up.

When she got changed and came into the living room, she was surprised to find that Bruce was not in his room, which startled her again: “Good morning.”

“Well.” Bruce responded indifferently and controlled the wheelchair himself out of the living room.

The air quality in B City is very poor, the sky looks grey and dull at any time of day, not watery at all.

The Gu residence was large, and it was larger than she could imagine. The side yard where Bruce lives alone covers at least 2, 000 square meters, surrounded by the main yard, the backyard, the side yard, including the water pavilion in the middle, together almost six soccer fields as big.

Lindsey looked at the courtyard full of flowers and smiled bitterly for no reason.

She is a mortal, she wants the simple freedom and happiness.

“You have something on your mind?” Bruce, who came over at some point, looked at her with a faint frown and said to himself, “Does it feel like a prison here.”

Lindsey nodded and said with feeling, “For some people, this might be heaven.”

“I’m not some people.” Bruce’s eyes dimmed as if he was talking about something that didn’t concern him, “I was born into The Grant family, and my grandfather sent me to a normal school to avoid me picking up bad habits. He didn’t know that those years were the happiest I’ve ever spent.”

“Why are you talking to me about this.” Lindsey sat on her butt on the stone bench at her feet and asked in disbelief, “I didn’t think we knew each other well enough to do that.”

“…” Bruce froze, the corners of his lips lifting in a slight curve of pleasure, “We really aren’t familiar.”

His smile was shallow, but it inexplicably hit Lindsey’s heart. The way he smiled was really pretty, like the spring breeze brushing through, flourishing flowers.

It showed how suave and elegant he was before he was injured.

“Good to know.” Lindsey grunted, with her hands behind her back, admiring those precious flowers with interest. She hadn’t slept well last night, so she allowed herself a lazy day off from boxing practice.

Could it be that he said the wrong thing again … Bruce looked at her walking back, and his barren heart felt even more sad.

At breakfast, Old Mr. Grant suddenly appeared, accompanied by his bodyguard in addition to Warren, Lindsey looked at the two men laughing and jokingly entered the door, and suddenly felt that his brain was a bit inadequate.

“Jack, go get two more sets of dishes.” Old Mr. Grant smilingly gestures Warren to sit down, his eyes turn to Lindsey’s face, does not hide lovingly said: “Little girl, do not miss your breakfast or what, see me also do not say hello.”

“Old Mr. Grant…” Lindsey called out as an afterthought, somewhat complainingly turning her head to look at Warren: “Warren you were not scheduled to go to the set. ”

Warren smiled, not the slightest bit of panic about being caught in a lie: “I went, and just happened to meet Old Mr. Grant, so I came to see you.”

Probably the expression on his face is rare soft, but in Lindsey’s eyes but strange tight, instead of relaxed mood, but become more nervous: “I’m fine, Old Mr. Grant and Bruce are very good to me.”

Warren nodded in satisfaction, and said to Old Mr. Grant beside him without condescension: “Lindsey is stubborn, and has probably caused a lot of trouble during this time, giving Old Mr. Grant trouble.”

“I like this girl, no trouble at all.” Old Mr. Grant laughed loudly and accepted the bowls and chopsticks handed by the bodyguard before he stopped talking.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The breakfast was sumptuous, with meat and vegetables, and the nutrition was very reasonable. Old Mr. Grant came over today to give Warren face.

In addition, it also gave him a piece of mind. Whether Lindsey eventually married The Grant family or not, the respect that should be given, will not be missing.

Warren was on a mission, so he only chatted with Old Mr. Grant for a while before he got up to say goodbye.

“Brother, I’ll see you off.” Lindsey seized the opportunity and stood up after him.

Old Mr. Grant smiled kindly and waved his hand, not saying anything more. Lindsey stopped and asked with concern, “Is my sister-in-law okay?”

“You two call every day and ask questions knowingly.” Warren resumed his previous coldness and secretly lowered his voice: “Old Mr. Grant seems to really want you to marry in, you give your brother the truth, Bruce or not to bully you.”

Lindsey’s heart warmed up, couldn’t help but giggle: “Your sister who I am ah, how can he bully me like that.”

“That’s true. The city of B is not the city of L. If a brick falls from the sky here, it can hit a rich kid, so bear with it.” Warren was uneasy and advised, “Don’t try to be a hero.”

“I know what I’m talking about.” Lindsey nodded heavily and saw that Old Mr. Grant’s driver had already pulled up, so she said reluctantly, “Go ahead and let me know when you get back to L city, I’ve got a present for you.”

Warren stared at her quietly for a second, nodded slightly and then turned his head and pulled the door open to get in.

Lindsey chased her out the door and didn’t look back until the car was out of sight, returning to the front yard in a depressed mood.

The sudden visit from Warren made her even more eager to get out of the deadly house and The Grant family, but she had to brace herself for the promise she made to Bruce to stay on.

Old Mr. Grant also stayed for a while before leaving, and the two returned to the side yard, where they rested after the usual acupuncture and massage.

In the afternoon, Lindsey and Cary returned from a trip to the library, and when they entered the front yard, they saw a beautiful woman with shy eyes sitting in the gazebo with Bruce, sipping tea.

Lindsey wanted to go straight back to the side yard, but Bruce suddenly spoke up, and her voice was inexplicably gentle: “Lindsey, this is my classmate Tina, you should meet her.”

“Hello, Miss Tina.” Lindsey shook off all the goose bumps, reluctantly stepped forward and politely extended her right hand: “Hello, I’m Bruce’s wife, Lindsey.”

“Hello.” Tina hid the cynicism in her eyes and rose gracefully: “I can see that Bruce and you have a strong bond.”

This woman was clearly not a good person, was she Bruce’s ex?

Lindsey thought of this possibility, suddenly in a good mood, could not help but deliberately test: “I can see that Miss Tina and my husband have a good relationship.”