The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey and Bruce were oblivious to what was happening downstairs and listened to the tunes until it was about time to come downstairs together.

Entering the lift, Lindsey sat on his lap with a curved brow, her lips always curving upwards, occasionally looking down at the ring on her middle finger with a sweetness that seemed to spill over.

Bruce saw her giggle through the reflection of the lift wall, and his lips curved up in pleasure as he quietly tightened the strength of his arm.

She was finally his, and no one would ever be able to get their hands on her again.

The lift stopped on the ground floor and Lindsey jumped off him, and before she could take a step she was overwhelmed by frantic shouting, the chaos of the scene washing away all the warmth.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“Mr. Grant, can I get an autograph?”

“Mr. Grant, you looked so handsome when you played yesterday.”

“Mr. Grant, smile.”

“Mr. Grant, do you have any intention to enter the acting industry?”

“Mr. Grant …”

Lindsey was shocked by the sight, and when she reacted, she immediately opened her arms wide and shielded Bruce with a cold face.

“We’ll talk about this when we get out of the lift.” There was a hint of anger in Lindsey’s clear, clean voice. “Please respect our privacy.”

The girl in front of her scanned her, deliberately pretending not to recognise her, and continued to take pictures of Bruce with her phone. “Who are you? It’s none of your business if we want an autograph from Mr. Grant.”

The provocative words made Lindsey’s face darken and she was about to snap when Bruce behind her suddenly reached out and pulled her back into his lap, his voice, laced with laughter, sounded slowly, “She’s my lady, so please let us out immediately.”

His face was smiling, but his displeasure spread unmistakably, and his biting eyes took in a chill behind the crowd.

“Get out of the way, I don’t want to say the same thing a third time.” Bruce opened his mouth again, slack-jawed as he controlled the wheelchair to slide out.

The stunned girls silenced themselves and silently moved out of the way. By the time they reacted, Bruce had embraced Lindsey and slid near the car.

The unpredictable Hector flashed out of nowhere and coolly blocked the girls’ path as they continued on their way.

Bruce threw him a stern look and patted Lindsey in his arms soothingly, “It’s okay, let’s get in the car.”

“I’m not scared …” Lindsey jumped down sharply and pulled the door open to get in. When Bruce got in too, she couldn’t help but be curious and took her phone and unlocked it to log onto Weibo.

Not surprisingly, the video of yesterday’s game at the beauty school was really dominating the headlines, and the comments underneath were simply brilliant.

Some said Bruce was so handsome she couldn’t keep her legs together, others said she was a realistic version of Cinderella, and some said she was delusional and that Bruce didn’t love her at all.

After patiently scrolling through the comments, Lindsey put her phone down and inclined her head to look at Bruce with amusement. “You’re famous.”

“What do you mean?” Bruce thought, too, that the girls popping up out of nowhere were creepy, but wondered what that had to do with being red.

“Here, see for yourself.” Lindsey handed the phone over, grinning impishly. “Handsome as can be; boy god, I’m going to give you babies; want to strip him naked and hold him down on the bed so badly … tsk tsk.”

“What a mess.” Bruce took the phone in a daze and looked down, instantly understanding what she was talking about with Red.

Bruce frowned, his face instantly turning ugly, “Strange, I specifically told Hector to mention not uploading the video when I invited those students to dinner yesterday, who put this up again.”

Lindsey leaned over slightly, reached out and cupped her chin, smiling, “I didn’t have anything to do with it this time, it seems the girls’ attention, was focused on you.”

Bruce thought back over the game and it didn’t seem like he’d made much of a splash, and Edward couldn’t have risked Lindsey’s continued exposure, the only possibility being that Aurora had done it.

“Because you’re so handsome you can’t keep your legs together, Edward’s not even as good as you.” Lindsey’s tone was a little sour. “With so many love interests at once, it looks like I’m going to have to work on that.”

Bruce grinned, “So how do you want to work on it?”

Lindsey met his meaningful eyes, and when she heard the other meaning of his words, she blushed, pinched the soft flesh of his armpit, and pinched it hard.

Bruce ate the pain, immediately pitifully begged for mercy: “Gently, gently …”

“You still know it hurts, I thought you were so thick skinned you forgot.” Lindsey lazily let go of his hand and tried to tease him a bit, when a call came in on his mobile.

Lindsey sat up straight and looked at him like he was a monster as she heard him speak.

Bruce finished the call as usual, put the phone away and leaned over slightly to lower his voice and tease, “What’s that look in your eye.”

LindseyAurora’s bright eyes, welling up with adoration and excitement, looked at him brightly, “Can you teach me to speak F?”

Bruce scratched his head in mock embarrassment and followed, leaning down with a wicked grin as his thin lips pressed against her ear. “They say that when you spit too much, two people will become more and more alike.”

Before Lindsey could understand what he meant by that, a tingling and soft touch came to her lips, followed by all the gasps that were swallowed by someone with a smug grin.

I don’t know how long it was before Cary’s uncomfortable dry cough suddenly came to his ears, “We’re home.”

As soon as the car stopped, he opened the door and got out, as fast as if he had been whisked away by a ghost.

Lindsey was so ashamed and humiliated that she grabbed Bruce’s arm and pinched him again.

Bruce held her close to him through the pain, and his low, pleasant voice, thick with laughter, instantly echoed around the car. “Okay, I promise not to make jokes like that next time.”

Lindsey huffed and broke away from his embrace, her pretty face scarlet and moist with pink, as if it was about to drop lower at the touch.

The more shy she was, however, the more amused Bruce was, and he couldn’t resist teasing her again. “Why don’t you kiss me instead and we’ll call it even.”

Lindsey looked up breathlessly and met his smiling gaze bit by bit, frustrated. “Bruce, will you please be decent …”

“I’m decent, I just kissed you and now you’re kissing me so neither of us loses out.” The smile on Bruce’s face widened. “A very fair and decent offer.”

“I’m too lazy to care about you.” Lindsey protested softly and pushed the car door open to get down.

Bruce laughed at this and followed suit, getting out of the car and walking unhurriedly with his long legs towards the side yard.

Lindsey entered and went straight to the study, flipping out a copy of The Middlemarch on the shelf and flipping through it absentmindedly.

Her grandfather’s sudden departure had made her realise that life is really short, and that there are things you have to think about and do well.

As she wandered off, Bruce’s soft voice suddenly came to her ears. “What are you looking at so intensely.”

Lindsey pulled back from her thoughts and smiled back at him. “I’m going to find a class to try and get better at foreign languages.”

Bruce smiled back and slid his wheelchair over to him and said, as if in an offhand way, “You don’t have to go to a class, I have a friend abroad who can teach you.”

“Wouldn’t that be too much trouble.” Lindsey thought he was just saying it casually, so she was not very interested. “I’d better sign up for classes.”

“It’s no trouble, he’s on his way, he’ll be there in ten minutes.” Bruce slid to a stop beside her and reached out to rub the top of her head. “As long as it’s what you want, nothing is a problem except the moon in the sky which I can’t pick.”

Lindsey froze for a second, remembering what she’d said in the car, and reacted instantly. “You’re teasing me again.”

“I didn’t …,” Bruce purred with a smile, but watery waves glowed under his inky eyes. “You’re the one who couldn’t wait and ran away before I could finish my sentence.”

Lindsey knew that if she continued to fight, she wouldn’t be able to talk him out of it, so she shut up and lazily closed the webpage.

When she came out of the study, Matt, the friend Bruce had been talking about, came into the living room. We got to know each other and went to the tea room in the side room for tea.

Matt asked Lindsey what she was studying and made a very specific list of things to study, saying that she could start anytime.

Lindsey looked around at Bruce, who was smiling and laughing, and was in a trance for a moment.

The feeling of happiness was so unreal that she had the illusion that she was in a dream and couldn’t wake up.

All she had to do was say the word and he had arranged everything. The feeling of being pampered and spoiled was so sweet, so sweet that it scared her.

Matt is a great guy, he knows tea and calligraphy and is completely stress-free to talk about all sorts of topics.

At the same time Lindsey notices that she still doesn’t know Bruce well enough. He always seems to be a noble and elegant man, but in private he is a real tease, in addition to being sulky.

Perhaps because he has a good rapport with Matt, the two of them got into a conversation and started singing Beijing opera, with Bruce singing and dancing to the classics, which made Lindsey laugh from time to time.

After nearly an hour of pleasant conversation, Matt stopped the conversation and asked Lindsey if she could start her class in the afternoon.

Lindsey smiled at Bruce, who was beside her, and seeing that he was fine with it, replied, “No problem, I’m probably only available in the evenings except for weekends, so I don’t know if that’s convenient for Mr Matt.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she received a sultry look from Bruce.