The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce’s handsome face was dark and sullen, his ink eyes fixed on the inch of wall in front of him and he bared his teeth.

Lindsey took her breath and took the silver needles she used for acupuncture and slowly stabbed them into the points on his waist. As she applied the needles, she explained to Dr Hunter, and did so in some detail.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t taught Dr Hunter before, and as Bruce listened, he had a sneaking suspicion that she was planning to leave him behind, and he felt upset.

Due to the severity of the injury, the process of applying the needles took longer than any other time before.

After the last needle was inserted into the acupuncture point, Lindsey withdrew her hand, took a towel from Dr Hunter to wipe off the sweat, followed by a few words of advice, and turned to leave the treatment room.

It was already 2pm and Lindsey hadn’t eaten much breakfast in the morning, so she felt even hungrier.

She went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, threw the leftovers in the microwave, warmed them up a little, ate them and then took her things with her and left the hospital.

She met Hector and Carl on the way and Lindsey greeted them with a slight nod out of courtesy, not stopping in her tracks.

“Young lady …” Hector suddenly spoke as he passed by, “I’m sorry about last time, I didn’t protect you in time.”

Lindsey’s footsteps were halted and she slowly turned her head to look at him. “Don’t feel bad, I don’t mind.”

The expression on Hector’s face froze for a moment, and he silently lowered his head.

Lindsey swept him off his feet and turned back to stride towards the door.

When she arrived at the door, her assistant was already waiting, and Lindsey pulled open the car door and entered, surprised to see Edward there, and felt speechless. “You’ve got a lot of time on your hands.”

“Not too idle, I’ve got nothing to do this afternoon, so I’m going to go with you to the shoot.” Edward couldn’t help but feel sorry for her when he saw how tired she was. “Lindsey, why don’t you marry me?”

“A proposal.” Lindsey snorted with laughter. “The Gomez family hasn’t been gone long, so it’s not too late for you to get her back.”

“Why would I go grab her.” Edward sullenly turned his face away. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that she’s married.”

“Hey, seriously.” Lindsey leaned back lazily in her chair and looked at him sideways. “You’re not really planning on robbing me if I get married, are you.”

Edward’s face sank slightly, the nerves in his body becoming uncontrollably tense as he turned sideways to look her steadily in the eyes.

But Lindsey still had a light smile on her face, and her eyes were as clear and open as when she had first met her.

Frustrated, Edward twisted his head to look out of the window, his low voice wavering a little. “What do I have to do for you to fall in love with me.”

Lindsey withdrew her joking scowl and faintly repeated what had been said countless times. “Edward, you’re good.”

“Forget it, every time I talk to you about it, it doesn’t come together.” Edward sighed and turned his head to talk about work.

Lindsey listened attentively, discussing her views with him from time to time, and before she knew it, she was at the shoot.

The photographer in charge today, also a big name in the industry, was only a few years older than Lindsey.

After styling, the group entered the studio to begin the shoot.

While the photographer was filming, Edward took out his own phone and recorded Lindsey.

When Lindsey pushed Edward away, she felt a tingling in her back and the sound of breaking glass in her ears.

Edward was thrown several metres by her push, and when he regained his senses, he shouted out. “Lindsey!”

“Edward …” Lindsey only felt a large red mist appear in front of her eyes, followed by her eyelids sinking down. “I want to get some sleep …”

“Lindsey!” yelled Edward helplessly as he flattened her to the ground and called emergency services while breaking down to his assistant. “Call the police!”

“Oh …” the stunned crowd at the scene came back to their senses and pulled out their phones to make the call.

A few minutes later, Lindsey was admitted to the nearest hospital for resuscitation.

Meanwhile, all the crew involved in the shoot, were taken away by the police for investigation.

Bruce received a phone call from Hector and, hearing the news of Lindsey’s injuries, ordered Cary to get his car ready and set off for the hospital, despite his own injuries.

The news of Lindsey’s injury was quickly brought to the attention of several media reporters in just half an hour.

As soon as Bruce’s car arrived at the hospital, it was surrounded by a crowd of journalists who could not move.

“Carl, get down there and clear the way, Cary, call the other brothers who haven’t shown their faces to come and help.” Bruce’s face was frosty. “Also, get Dr. Hunter to arrange for Lindsey to be transferred immediately when she wakes up.”

“Good.” Cary and Hector both answered and followed, each pushing their way out of the car.

Bruce was the last to go down, and the press was separated by Hector and the other guards, who could only hold up their cameras and take pictures from a distance.

Bruce entered the hospital without incident and went straight to the 8th floor.

Outside the door of the resuscitation room, Edward is holding his head in his hands with a crestfallen look on his face, the image of Lindsey passed out in his arms, covered in blood.

The sound of the wheelchair skidding stopped and Edward looked up as an afterthought, and before he could see who was there, he was punched hard in the face.

Edward’s eyes were glazed over, his mouth tasted fishy-sweet and his mind went blank.

“Is this how you take care of her!” Bruce was still not satisfied and reached for his collar, his eyes bleary. “If she dies, I will bury all of you, The Hawke family, with her!”

Edward’s chaotic consciousness faded and he looked at the furious Bruce with a bitter tug at the corner of his lips. “It’s my fault, you beat me to death and I’ll say the same.”

Bruce stared into his eyes for a few seconds and indignantly let go of his hand.

The atmosphere froze abruptly, and Hector rubbed his nose, thinking that The Hawke family was a real man, not intimidated by Bruce’s murderous aura.

However, he felt guilty that he couldn’t stand too close to Lindsey as she was working, otherwise he wouldn’t have …

In the silence, a little time passed, and after waiting for who knows how long, Lindsey was finally pushed out.

She had regained consciousness, except that her back felt through and her head was a little dizzy.

Noticing the blood on Edward’s face, she was instantly a little worried. “Edward, are you alright.”

Edward’s heart warmed and he calmly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood that had dried, and barely managed to pull out a small smile. “It’s fine, how are you feeling.”

“A little dizzy, the doctor recommended a day or two in hospital for observation.” Lindsey finished, her gaze falling on Bruce and asked in an uncharacteristic manner, “What are you doing here.”

Bruce’s heart was sore and he was on the verge of wringing out water, so he turned his wheelchair around without saying a word and slid off in the direction of the lift lobby.

Lindsey’s head ached, so she didn’t bother with him.

It wasn’t long before we got to the ward and before the drops were finished, Lindsey was helped into the wheelchair by the nurse and pushed out of the ward and down the stairs.

“Where are we going.” Lindsey was confused, plus vaguely angry that Edward wasn’t there. “I need to see the attending doctor.”

“I’m sorry Miss Lindsey, the attending doctor doesn’t have an answer for you either.” The nurse returned indifferently and looked up at Dr Hunter who had come to hand over the patient, “Professor Hunter, the patient is in your hands, we at the hospital are not responsible for anything that goes wrong.”

Dr Hunter nodded slightly at the nurse, reached out and took the wheelchair over and pushed Lindsey to the car park.

“Dr. Hunter, what’s going on.” Lindsey had a vague guess at the answer and just wanted to ask for some clarification.

“Old Mr. Grant ordered that you be taken back to the Grant Residence and treated by me personally.” Dr. Hunter explained with a smile. “Also, when you recover from your injuries, Old Mr. Grant is going to arrange a reception to make you his granddaughter.”

“What …” Lindsey was completely stunned, she thought Old Mr. Grant’s words at noon that day were just a casual remark, she didn’t think it would be true.

Dr. Hunter didn’t know what to say when he saw her shocked face.

Old Mr. Grant’s decisions were not something that anyone could understand, and in all his years as The Grant family’s health care practitioner, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Lindsey had no time to worry about what Dr Hunter was thinking, her mind was in a tizzy.

When she got into the car and returned to the Grant Residence, Lindsey was assigned to a different wing, next door to Bruce’s wing.

As she entered, she looked absentmindedly at the Ming and Qing furniture in the room and was still a little distracted.

A short while later, there was a knock at the door and Lindsey barely managed to pull herself together before Bruce spontaneously and automatically pushed his way in.

“Something wrong?” Lindsey’s voice was faint, even her breathing felt tired.

Bruce opened his mouth and his eyes fell on the wheelchair she was sitting in, the angular, handsome face that instantly surfaced with anger. “He’s important to you?!”

“Uh …” Lindsey responded, nodding righteously, knowing full well that he was talking about Edward. “Very important.”

Even though she didn’t love Edward, she was still grateful for the three years he had taken care of her.

She owed him so much that she simply couldn’t pay it all back.

“Rather than risk your life for him?” Bruce’s voice sank and his face changed abruptly. “And what about me?”

“You?” Lindsey looked up at him, remembering with a jolt what Dr. Hunter had said, and lost her smile. “You’ll be my brother soon.”

Bruce hadn’t known about Old Mr. Grant’s decision and was even more furious at his words. “Who wants to be your brother, who’s brother would sleep with his sister and do things he shouldn’t.”

Lindsey hadn’t expected him to bring up the past and her cheeks instantly flushed pink. “So what if I did, it’s like I can’t do it with anyone else because I did it with you.”

Bruce was already upset, and when he heard her say that, he slid over to her and grabbed her wrist with surprising force. “You’ve had sex with him!?”

Lindsey frowned in pain and gambled back. “Bruce, I don’t have to keep my virginity for you, I spent three years in Africa with Edward, don’t you think.”

Bruce looked into her eyes in a daze, realising in a trance that she wasn’t telling a lie, and let go in dismay. “I don’t care, it just doesn’t matter if I’ve done it, I just want you back by my side.”

The resigned look fell into Lindsey’s eyes and inexplicably moved her, yet the words that came out were not so kind. “It matters to me.”

After the words, she raised her hand to look at the atomic watch on her wrist and added nonchalantly. “I’m hungry, so go back to your yard.”

Bruce’s afterglow saw her hand, still carrying the bracelet and ring he had given her, and his heart rejoiced.

It was hard to get someone back on the strength of her injury, it was strange that he would leave.

Dinner was all Lindsey’s favourite dishes, including ribs, fried fish and a special chicken soup made in the kitchen.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Lindsey hadn’t eaten well at lunchtime and, having not rested enough the previous night, she put her chopsticks away after eating and slumped into bed, sickly.

Luckily it was toughened glass, if it had been ordinary glass, she would have been dead.

Bruce was so desperate to stay in that he was smashed out of the bed with a pillow by Lindsey.

Bruce took one look at the medicine in Dr. Hunter’s hand and asked for it without being told to go down.