The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Chapter 152: I would like to stay with him



Bruce’s brow knitted in thought and said he would discuss it later.

Aurora’s father had gone to school with his uncle, and Old Mr. Palvin and his grandfather had been comrades in arms, so the two families were not close, but neither were they indifferent. The two families were not close, but they were not close either. If he had asked, he probably wanted him to go.

He couldn’t really put it off because of the old friendships.

After Cary left, Bruce finished his business and couldn’t help but call Lindsey. Unfortunately, she didn’t answer the call for a long time, which made him even more irritable and unmotivated.

Sullenly working until noon, he couldn’t resist his thoughts and went downstairs to ask Cary to drive him to the beauty school.

Halfway to the car, Lindsey unexpectedly called back, saying that she was not available to see him at noon and that he should go straight back to the old house for dinner.

“You’re busy over there?” Bruce rubbed his brow unhappily, “There’s no time for dinner.”

“Well, the students’ work is picked out and Assistant Chen asked me to categorise it as soon as possible and send it to Professor Lee to go through.” Lindsey had her headphones on and her fingers were tapping away at the keyboard. “Don’t train after lunch, give your legs a rest.”

“Okay, as you wish.” Bruce’s mood cleared for a second, “I’ve missed you.”

“Me too.” Lindsey smiled sweetly away. “That’s it, I’ll get back to work.”

“Well, you get busy.” Bruce smiled back, hanging up the phone and immediately telling Cary to turn around.

Cary saw his giggle through the inside rear view mirror and goosebumps rose on her body.

It had been a luxury to see a smile on his face during the time Lindsey had been away. Ever since their relationship had broken down, especially in the past few days, he had a dumb grin on his face every now and then that made people want to punch him.

How can a nice guy suddenly be so stupid.

Back at the Grant Residence for lunch, Bruce contacted Hector and found out that the big man who had been fighting with Lindsey was still in town, and immediately ordered Cary to get a car.

Cary knew it would be useless to advise him, so he didn’t bother to waste his breath and resigned himself to pulling out of the garage.

In the back of his mind, he thought, “I’ll have to tell on you later.

I don’t need to talk to Old Mr. Grant, I just need to talk to Lindsey. Once she did, Bruce did as he was told.

Half an hour later, the car pulled into a run-down alleyway in the old town and pulled up outside a hotel.

Bruce got out of the car and walked slowly in on his crutches, while Cary followed him with a wary look on her face, taking in her surroundings.

The hotel looked a bit old, and being in such a secluded area, the prices were not too high.

On the ground floor, Bruce looked around casually and walked up the stairs.

“I’ll go up first.” Cary stopped him and dodged ahead to go upstairs first.

Bruce’s heart warmed, then felt that Cary was making a big deal out of it, those two couldn’t even beat Lindsey, so what was there to worry about.

When they reached the third floor, Cary pushed open the door of one of the guest rooms with a sullen look and gestured for Bruce to follow.

“What are you people!” The two large men in the room who were packing their bags were appalled, their faces instantly tense as they took up their attack positions.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, sat slowly and methodically in the only chair in the room and smiled. “The girl you stopped in the library last week, the one you stopped, was my wife.”

The big man’s face turned white as he heard this, and he suddenly turned to attack Cary!

Bruce didn’t move a muscle, watching coldly as they fought. The brute strength of a common soldier was indeed impressive, but when he came up against someone like Cary, he would have been completely destroyed within a few rounds.

“Tell me, what year did your old squad leader enlist and what year did he retire, what was his name and where did he come from.” Bruce smiled again, a cloudy gesture, “It’s no problem not to tell.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Cary kicked one of the men in the crook of the leg.

“There was a muffled thud and the man dropped to his knees.

“Tsk …” Bruce let out a grunt with a smirk and a glint in his eyes, “Why bother, just say it and save yourself the pain.”

The big man was in a cold sweat of pain, but he kept speculating about Bruce’s identity, but he didn’t say anything.

No one in L City knew Warren, but many didn’t know that he had a sister. This man came out of nowhere and said he was Warren’s brother-in-law, God knows if that was true or not.

The atmosphere is stagnant, but Bruce is in no hurry. He even lifted his wrist to reveal the atomic watch under his sleeve and took his time to admire it …

The cafeteria of the B City Academy of Fine Arts.

It was well past lunchtime and Lindsey and Edward were the only ones left in the empty canteen, still eating in silence.

They each occupy two ends of the table, and the constant smell of gunpowder emanates from them, as if they will explode at the slightest point.

Lindsey especially hated it when people stared at her, and Edward did so, and looked at her with sharp eyes.

After a long standoff, Lindsey calmly put her chopsticks down and looked up to meet his gaze directly. “Are you on the wrong medication today?”

“I can’t believe you’re shacking up with Bruce!” Edward’s jealousy spilled over into the cafeteria as he spoke, “What’s so great about him that you treat him like that?”

“And what’s so good about you that you deserve my affection?” Lindsey crowed. “Don’t you forget that when we met, I was his wife, now I’m just called by a different name.”

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Edward’s face sank and he didn’t say anything.

Lindsey looked at him like that, pursed her lips and smiled. “And that’s when I moved in with him.”

Edward was completely defeated, his handsome face flushed red, “But you split up.”

“There was no separation, it’s just that there were times when my presence would have invited his death.” Lindsey rubbed her brow, her voice trailing off. “Edward, you too are in a great family, how his situation would not be unknown to you.”

“Lindsey, why do you suffer …” Edward suddenly couldn’t say any more.

Why suffer so persistently, yet lingeringly, to see all things through without pointing them out.

“No bitterness, I would stay with him and keep him.” Lindsey averted her eyes and looked out the window slyly. “I’m the one who pulled him back from hell, and I’ll stay with him the rest of the way, if it’s not unexpected.”

The atmosphere fell silent as Lindsey raised her hand to check the time and put away her own plate, “Edward, liking someone is not supposed to mean anything, I’m just sorry I can’t respond.”

Edward was silent and watched her walk away without a word.

Lindsey went back to the office that Assistant Chen had arranged for her and opened her laptop, but she couldn’t calm her emotions.

Love is so unreasonable, she likes Bruce and is willing to stand by him and protect him, Edward’s heart is the same as hers, but unfortunately, her heart is too small to hold too many people.

After working until 5pm and completing the PowerPoint for the event, Lindsey stretched out and closed her computer and went downstairs.

As she walked past the playground, she saw some students playing football and couldn’t help but feel a little itchy.

She used to play with Jimmy’s brother in college and was quite good at it.

She found a girl in the crowd that she knew well and entrusted her computer to her, rolled up her sleeves when the boys took a break, walked over to them and borrowed the ball to shoot a basket alone.

A non-athletic girl who could hit nine out of ten two-pointers in basketball was already on a roll, but Lindsey hit seven out of ten three-pointers.

As she was shooting, Bruce entered the court in his wheelchair, holding a bouquet of blue sky stars. The deep gaze that fell on Lindsey was loving and lingering, a faint smile on his lips.

Lindsey noticed him too and stopped to tap the ball mindlessly, looking at him sweetly and smiling. “A match?”

“Yeah.” A smile grew on Bruce’s lips as he controlled his wheelchair and slid over to her, thoughtfully wiping the sweat off her forehead and handing her the flowers in the process, “For you.”

“Good taste.” Lindsey took them and sniffed down hard, winking at him mischievously. “Last year’s bet still stands, you’ll have to cheer up.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t lose.” Bruce raised an eyebrow and smiled away with pleasure. “But on one condition.”

Lindsey ignored his insatiable demand, trotting to hand the girl the flowers and folding back in with the ball in her arms, one eye Aurora blinked brightly, raising an eyebrow and smiling away. “Can we start?”

Bruce nodded, taking the ball Cary had borrowed and retreating to the centre of the pitch without hesitation.

The students around them all stopped and looked at them curiously. The girl who was keeping Lindsey’s computer stared thoughtfully at Bruce for a while before suddenly exclaiming, “Wow, that’s Mr. Grant~, The Grant family.”

The crowd split into two camps, each cheering for the other.

Lindsey, not expecting to see a girl she knew well, was the first to recognise Bruce and blushed slightly.

The game started with Lindsey and Bruce shooting at the same time and the winner was the one who scored the most goals, Lindsey had been playing for a while and was losing her strength, but her accuracy remained the same.

Bruce, on the other hand, was far too calm. He was sitting calmly in his wheelchair, resting his hands on the ball and throwing it with aplomb. He was so cool and relaxed that he drew screams from time to time.

“I heard that Mr. Grant’s legs are handicapped, but it seems to be true.” In the crowd, the girls took photos while discussing, “I heard that Miss Lindsey is a nurse, how come she is in our beauty school.”

“She is the new graduate student of our college.” The girl who was helping Lindsey with the computers chimed in, “You don’t know, do you? Paul, the man of our school, even had to work for her as an assistant.”

Some people expressed disbelief, “Wow, that’s too good to be true, you didn’t get in through connections, did you?”

“I don’t know yet, I heard that Professor Lee’s granddaughter also works for her as an assistant.” Another person broke the news. “Abby is such a proud person, and she doesn’t have any problem with her being her assistant, so maybe she’s really capable.”

“The schoolgirl got in, if you don’t believe me you can go and see the scores, the highest ever.” The girl who spoke was the one who was looking after Lindsey’s computer: “And Sister is really good, she can say many of the allusions in the ancient books without having to look them up. By the way, have you guys seen the video of that heroine Mighty before.”

The surroundings fell silent as everyone’s opened their eyes to look at her with a look of disbelief.

“The female warrior is Lindsey, that level is a real fight, don’t believe you guys find two people to try.” The girl raised her eyebrows in triumph. “And Lindsey is very nice, she doesn’t have a rack at all.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, everyone gave a look of “shit” and turned their heads to look at Lindsey.

By now the game was heating up and Bruce was taking control of his wheelchair while shooting one-handed shots with graceful, smooth and unobtrusive movements.

Lindsey was trying to beat him by shooting with both hands at the same time, with dexterity and poise.

“Go Mr. Grant!” Someone shouted, and there was an immediate, unified chant from the Bruce camp.

Not to be outdone, Lindsey’s supporters shouted out loud, “Go Mr. Grant! Go Lindsey!”

The atmosphere was getting so high that no one noticed Edward entering the playground, followed by Paul and Abby.


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