The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce turned his head to look around and stole a quick scent on her lips. “I just want you.”

Lindsey stifled a laugh and pushed him, lifting her feet to run down the hill.

Bruce grinned and drew his legs after him, the sounds of the two playing drifting far and wide on the wind.

Aurora stood still, her legs feeling like they had taken root, her twisted face turning colder by the inch.

From the moment Lindsey had appeared, she had been doomed to die with her, and unless one of them died, there would be no end to this feud for the rest of her life!

If it hadn’t been for her, how could she, Aurora, have become the biggest joke in town!

However much she hated her, Lindsey felt nothing for it, and she was the one who should be hating.

Back at the cottage with Bruce, breakfast was ready and the two of them accompanied Old Mr. Grant as he finished eating and headed back down the hill to the city.

There was still some work for Lindsey to do with the Huay Ai Charity Fund, so Bruce walked her downstairs and reluctantly went back to the old house for rehab.

In fact, at his current level of recovery, the training was completely unnecessary, but Master Roy had given his word and he had to do it.

Lindsey arrived at Wind Entertainment, said hello to his current fund manager and got down to business.

A few hundred million dollars is not too much for an established charity fund.

Yet Hui Ai had just been set up, and even if the negative press was suppressed through unorthodox means, the slightest mistake would have been held up to the fire.

The day the rumours first surfaced, she had already learned the media’s ability to follow the red and white, and would not allow the fund to become the sharp edge of someone else’s attack on The Grant family again.

It was almost ten o’clock when a call unexpectedly came in on her mobile phone and Lindsey smiled when she saw it was Edward. “Edward.”

“You remember me as a big brother, how many days has it been since I called you and you didn’t contact me.” Edward laughed on the other end of the line. “Wouldn’t forget about me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’ve just returned from a trip to the desert.” Lindsey explained, joking with him in a good mood. “How was it, did you meet any girls that caught your fancy.”

Edward was silent for a while before answering. “I met a girl, but none of us in the group could understand her.”

“Where are you guys now, I’ll see if I can help.” Lindsey said, unconsciously opening the map and casually reaching for a water-based pen. “There’s nothing I can do if you’re not in Cloud Mountain province.”

Edward gave the name of a place, but Lindsey laughed as she said, “I know this place, my grandfather used to take me there when I was a child, so maybe I can understand her.”

“Let’s take her back then, we met her in the mountains, she’s a real wildling.” Edward finished his business and couldn’t resist inquiring about the reason for her visit to the desert.

Lindsey was reluctant to say, and muddled through with the excuse that she had gone on a trip with Bruce.

After talking for a while, the call was unexpectedly cut off, probably because of the poor reception in the mountains.

Lindsey put the phone away and, seeing that it was about time, printed out the statement and took it with her, going downstairs to the Grant Residence.

There was no one in the living room in the side yard, and when she asked the maid about Bruce in the backyard, she spun around and ran out.

“How come you’re back so soon?” Bruce heard the footsteps and looked up at her with amusement. “So sad to see me.”

“Yeah, just couldn’t let you go.” Lindsey echoed his words, crouching curiously to his side. “What the hell are you up to.”

“Bored after training, so I came to weed the flowers in the yard.” Bruce patted the dirt from his hands and asked her what she wanted for lunch.

Lindsey gave it some serious thought and decided to go vegetarian.

“No more meat so soon.” Bruce laughed meaningfully. “Better to eat the meat first and then go vegetarian.”

“Rascal.” Lindsey cursed with a laugh and took his arm to return to the side yard.

Driving up to the vegetarian restaurant, the two got out of the car and coincidentally actually ran into Selena and Randy.

Lindsey, with a taciturn look on her face, walked over to Bruce with her fingers interlocked, not thinking much of it.

“Miss Lindsey.” Randy suddenly spoke up as they passed each other, “Sorry about yesterday at the beauty school.”

Lindsey paused in her steps, remembering yesterday in a trance, and waved her hand indifferently. “That’s okay.”

Randy raised his eyes and looked at Bruce with a smiling look, but his words were directed at Lindsey. “I wonder if Miss Lindsey would be willing to give me a chance to make amends.”

“No, I don’t really like to eat with strangers.” Lindsey had a hunch that he was doing it on purpose, but her face didn’t show the slightest sign of displeasure. “This gentleman doesn’t have to take it too personally, it’s a bit hard to hit me with your ball, anyway.”

Randy smiled, his handsome face flushed with embarrassment at having his mind revealed, and then smiled. “Fine, I’ll leave you two alone then.”

Lindsey nodded, pulling Bruce blandly up the corridor.

The roar of the car’s engine faded into the distance, and Bruce’s grim face didn’t ease up until he was in the living room.

Lindsey didn’t think it was a big deal and ordered her own food, before looking at him with amusement. “Jealous or worried, there has to be a reason for your black face.”

“You just said hitting it with a ball, what the hell is going on.” Bruce was angry, but not with jealousy, but with Lindsey for not being able to defend herself.

Hector was clearly close behind, someone who provokes should be punched to death, whoever that is.

“It was just a handful, I was meeting Professor Lee yesterday and he was shooting hoops when I passed the court.” Lindsey realised he was genuinely angry and immediately dropped her head sheepishly. “I didn’t get hurt anyway, so I forgot to tell you.”

Bruce’s anger was gone, but he was determined to punish her or she wouldn’t remember.

With that in mind, he reached out with his arms and took her into his lap without a word, kissing her deeply on the lips.

Lindsey responded to him dazedly, not thinking about anything, not thinking about anything at all.

After a lingering kiss, Bruce moved his lips away and wrapped his arms around her waist, muffling his voice, “Whoever is bullying you, you fight back.”

“What if I can’t fight.” Lindsey intuited his childish amusement. “You can’t solve any problem by force.”

“If you can’t fight, run, I’ll go fight for you.” Bruce frowned. “No one can bully you.”

Lindsey saw this and couldn’t help but reach out and hold down the end of one of his eyebrows, laughing softly out loud. “Are you the only one who can bully.”

“That’s for sure.” Bruce’s chin lifted and his tone brooked no argument. “I’m your husband!”

Lindsey laughed again, sliding her hands up to his cheeks and giving them a few hard squeezes. “Well then, dear Mr. Angry, isn’t it time we had lunch.”

Bruce’s face eased and he set her aside on a stool, thoughtfully pouring her a cup of hot tea.

The food was served quickly, Bruce barely ate and spent the whole time laying out food for Lindsey.

When they finished eating, there was nothing else to do, so they left the vegetarian restaurant and went shopping, holding hands.

Lindsey was so full of food and drink that she stopped after a few steps and wanted Bruce to carry her or she wouldn’t go.

Bruce looked bemused, but knelt down and said boldly, “Come on up, I’ll be a piggyback again today and carry my daughter-in-law home.”

“Who’s your daughter-in-law.” Lindsey laughed and swooped down on his back with agile hands.

“I’ll carry whoever’s on my back.” Bruce laughed back and really did carry her around.

Bruce carried her on his back into the lobby and went to a bead shop.

Lindsey got off his back, lifted her chin mischievously and pointed to a ring on the counter. “Don’t want this one, the rest is all yours.”

Knowing she was joking, Bruce cooperated by calling over the brand’s account manager and explaining his intentions with a smile.

As the manager arrived at the reception desk, Bruce deliberately flipped through his pockets and looked at Lindsey with a flustered expression, “I forgot my wallet.”

Lindsey didn’t take the bait at all. “Where did you get the money for dinner?”

“My shop.” Bruce said rightfully, “I never go out with money.”

“That’s okay, Lindsey smirked at him. “I don’t carry any either.”

Bruce blinked, a half-heartedly thoughtful look on his face. “Why don’t we run?”

“Yeah, you carry me.” Lindsey mouthed off, unmoved by the actual words.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Sensing that his ploy had been foiled, Bruce faked out his phone and pretended to talk to Hector, ending the call with a few hurried words.

When his eyes fell back on Lindsey’s face, he suddenly straightened up and said, “Hector’s gone to run an errand for Jack and won’t be back for a while.”

Lindsey looked at him like he wasn’t joking and wondered a little if she was overthinking things.

Maybe Bruce hadn’t meant to bring himself to the jewellery counter at all, but just happened to arrive and drop in.

In a matter of seconds, she had already thought of a million possibilities and even subconsciously felt nervous.

Lindsey, who was lost in thought, didn’t even notice that the curve of Bruce’s lips were turning up, growing wider and wider.

“The jewels will be packed soon, do we run or don’t we.” Bruce lowered his head and took her hand in a seemingly unconscious grip. “It would be humiliating not to have the money to pay for it, someone of my stature.”

“Okay …” Lindsey reluctantly agreed, she was really just joking, not expecting Bruce to press for any surprises and prepare to give them to himself.

Bruce saw her agree and stood up with a calm face holding her hand, walked to the window and looked out, adding, “It doesn’t seem like a good idea to run, it’s all branded customer service out there and the windows are locked.”

“I can pick the locks.” Lindsey answered without thinking. “Should we run or not?”

“Of course I am.” Bruce looked down and kissed her forehead. “You wait here while I scout the door.”

Lindsey nodded in agreement, while quietly keeping an eye on the reception room window, thinking that if it was impossible to run outside, she would jump out through it.

Bruce exited the reception room, found the account manager waiting outside, gave him a few quiet instructions, and then went outside the shop to pick up the flowers from Hector.

One minute, two minutes … ten minutes passed. Lindsey waited in the reception room, but Bruce did not return, so she panicked.

The first thing you need to do is to open the door and find that the shoppers are busy and no one has noticed you, so you pretend to be calm and open the door.

After taking two generous steps, a gentle and polite voice suddenly sounded in her ears. “Miss, the jewellery you want has been packed, please sign.”

“The what …” Lindsey took a step and smiled awkwardly at the other woman. “Can I not have it?”

Customer service shook its head with a smile. “I’m sorry, is it our poor service or is the product not to your liking, can you tell us the reason for abandoning the purchase.”

Lindsey’s head was in two places, wanting to say she didn’t have the money, but feeling like she was pretending to be too big.

In the middle of her daze, Bruce appeared out of nowhere, smiling, and got down on one knee under her eyes. “Dear Miss Lindsey, will you marry me?”

Lindsey reacted with a furious frown. “No!”