The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The microphone that became abruptly quiet caused the uneasiness in Tina’s heart to gradually expand, and the hand holding the phone couldn’t help but tremble a little.

“Harvey, are you listening.” Awkwardly asked, she nervously incoherent and added: “How come you suddenly went to M, about what time back, I …”

Harvey rubbed his brow, impatiently interrupted her: “You ask too much.”

Tina has never been a peaceful girl, and rarely looks at herself, this will be on the pole to take the initiative to come to the door, certainly not in good faith.

Tina, on the other side of the world, was stunned by Harvey’s sudden desperate attitude and nearly lost her footing.

Phoebe is no longer reliable, Burton is a shameless and bottomless person. After some careful thought, she quickly thought of someone, someone who might step in to help her!

Making up her mind, she returned to the elevator lobby on the next floor and took the elevator to the first floor lobby to leave quickly.

The temperature after the snow was significantly cooler than when it was snowing, and Tina tightened her jacket, jogged to the curb and stopped a taxi, got in and quickly gave an address.

The car drove away from the military hospital for a long time, the restlessness eased down a bit, opened the phone and unlocked it, flipped out a group of numbers and dialed it.

The caller rang for a long time, until the warmth of the female voice of the machine rang, and only then did he pressed the hang-up sickly.

Ben did not answer the phone, first Harvey’s inexplicable hostility, followed by this situation, she could not help but think more.

Putting away the phone, Tina turned her head to look out the window, and finally made up her mind to call Bruce.

When the call was answered, she opened the door and said, “I need your help on the condition that I tell you a secret about your car accident.”

On this end, Bruce sobered up at once, patted Lindsey soothingly at her side, and said unhappily, “Who am I to believe you.”

“Uh …” Tina didn’t expect Bruce to ask that, and was momentarily speechless.

Thinking quickly for a while, she thought of the recordings she had stored on the flash drive, and suddenly had some more courage: “I may be able to provide a recording to you.”

Bruce’s mood was light, not the slightest hint of eagerness could be heard: “How do you want me to help you.”

“I want a visa to leave the country and $10 million in cash.” Tina was completely open-minded: “I’ll get it done in a week, and I’ll give you the recording when I get the visa.”

Bruce did not deny it and called Cary immediately after the call ended, relaying Tina’s words.

The first time I saw her, I was able to see her.

Bruce heard that Jack had returned and immediately slid his wheelchair over to open the door.

“How is Grandpa?” Bruce came out into the hallway and asked with concern, “Is the cough any better.”

“Much better. Old Mr. Grant was afraid you’d be worried, so he sent me back to get the papers and said I wouldn’t be back for lunch.” The expression on Jack’s face softened: “Go rest, I’ve got the kitchen covered.”

Bruce smiled and nodded at him, folding back into the room.

“Jack’s back, how’s Grandpa.” Lindsey opened her eyes in a daze and asked with a drowsy look, “No repetition, right?”

“Grandpa’s fine, you go on and get some more sleep.” Bruce slid his wheelchair against the window and looked at her lovingly, “Nothing’s wrong.”

The room was well heated and Lindsey, who had only just woken up, had flushed cheeks like a ripe apple, emitting an inviting scent that Bruce could barely hold onto as he watched.

Lindsey saw his face getting redder and redder and asked confusedly, “What’s wrong with you.”

“Nothing …,” Bruce said in a muffled voice as he looked away, “I’ll go inform the kitchen to prepare lunch.”

“Hmm.” Lindsey answered and lifted the covers to get out of bed sharply.

The fact that Old Mr. Grant’s illness had not recurred meant that her massage and acupuncture were right on target. With that in mind, she whirled over to her desk and sat down, taking out a pen and paper to write down the symptoms and treatment.

After lunch, Lindsey learned that Old Mr. Grant would not be back until the afternoon, so she was bored and spent her time in the living room watching TV.

Bruce was aware of this, and when he saw that she was bored, he suggested that she go for a walk.

“I just hiked with my grandpa this morning, I’m not going.” Lindsey frowned and refused. Lindsey frowned and refused: “There are posts everywhere in this area, so it’s not comfortable to go.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Then let’s go to the movies.” Bruce again proposed: “A foreign film, very good.”

Lindsey thought about it and reluctantly agreed.

Bruce opened the door and showed her how to turn on the machine while taking out the DVD that Cary had sent over before lunch.

The film was originally planned to be released in China, but for some reason it was not introduced, so Charlotte brought the disc back from abroad.

Lindsey lazily nestled into the large sofa, peeking at him from time to time.

I can’t say what I feel, but she has a subconscious thought that Bruce seems to be hiding something from her.

The movie started, Lindsey was soon attracted to the plot, concentrating on it, Bruce looked at her tenderly, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a pleasant curve.

Bruce scanned the number and saw that it was Charlotte, then slid his wheelchair to the equipment room and picked up the call: “Big sister.”

“How’s grandpa.” Charlotte asked as soon as she spoke, “Is it serious?”

“He’s fine. It’s just a small cold that caused an old problem to come back, and Lindsey gave him an injection and he’s much better.” Bruce smiled and reassured, “Don’t worry about it, hurry up and prepare for your wedding is the business.”

“The brat has thick skin, right?” Charlotte muttered discontentedly, “Make sure you tell me if you need anything, that’s all.”

Bruce ended the call and returned to the audio-visual room, and when he saw Lindsey watching the movie by herself, he was as sweet as honey.

Sliding his wheelchair over to her, he grabbed her hand and with a little effort pulled her onto his lap, jokingly saying, “That’s nice.”

Bruce laughed dumbly and lowered her head slightly, a despondent tone, “I may never have children or stand up for the day.”

“What’s with the rambling again?” Lindsey turned to face him, intuiting that something was wrong with him today. “Are you hiding something from me?”

“No. …” Bruce closed his eyes and suddenly rested his chin on her shoulder.

The warmth of his breath over his ear, as if with electricity, tingling seeped into the heart. Lindsey could not help but shiver lightly, cheeks can not help but some hot.

Bruce low and pleasant voice, softly sounded, arms quietly around the soft and slender waist. “Lindsey, I like you.”