The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Charlotte watched in amusement as she ran away, her beautiful face turning a faint shade of red.

Lindsey ran over to Bruce and gave a mischievous gesture of OK back at Charlotte.

“What are you talking about, smiling so happily.” Bruce took her hand in his and said with concern, “Have you had enough to eat?”

“No…” Lindsey returned weakly, her watery eyes dripping in a circle. “Take me out for a barbecue, will you.”

“No.” Bruce refused without thinking. “Go home and I’ll grill you whatever meat you want.”

“No, I have to work late at night to catch up on work, the event starts in a few days.” Lindsey swallowed subconsciously. “Why don’t you take me to eat, or I’ll get Edward to take me.”

“All right then.” Bruce agreed very reluctantly. “But you can’t go back to the flat at night.”

“…” Lindsey glared down at him, broke his grip and lifted her foot to go after Edward.

Bruce grabbed her arm just in time and his tone softened completely. “Go back to the flat and get a kebab, satisfied.”

“That’s more like it.” Lindsey grinned, suddenly bending down and giving him a hard kiss on the cheek. “That’s very kind of you.”

Bruce looked at her with a smug smile and thought can bad be good, how could it be so hard when all he wanted to do was hold her and get a solid night’s sleep.

When they got out of the VIP room, the crowd had almost dispersed. The group exited the ballroom and took the lift straight downstairs.

When we got to the car park, Lindsey called out to Charlotte and asked if she wanted to join us for a barbecue.

Charlotte shook her head no, but Edward, who was getting ready to get into his car, suddenly turned around and smiled brightly at Lindsey. “I’d love to go, but you’re not inviting me.”

“Uh …,” Lindsey lied without blushing as she glanced at Bruce afterwards. “We are going back to Grant Residence to grill it ourselves, it’s too late in the day, I’ll invite you out for dinner another time.”

A flash of loss crossed Edward’s eyes and he quickly returned to his normal self. “I’ll wait then. By the way the movie poster shoot is tomorrow at ten in the morning, I’ll pick you up at the beauty school then.”

“Good.” Lindsey nodded, waving her hand with a smile on her face, and turned back to Bruce.

Getting into the car, Bruce calmly instructed Cary to go home.

“I thought we were going for a barbecue!” Lindsey huffed and looked at him. “Bruce how can you be like that.”

“You’re the one who told the Literati that we were going to go home and grill it ourselves.” Bruce squared up and locked eyes with her. “Could it be that you’re lying? That’s not good, I remember there were reporters around earlier.”

Lindsey froze and sullenly leaned back in her chair, her heart pounding with anger.

Damn Bruce!” she sighed, then suddenly remembered something she’d seen on the internet yesterday, and her lips curled up in a sly curve.

Back at the Grant Residence, the kitchen was ready for the oven and the coals were burning, and there was a large pile of beef skewers, lamb skewers, duck hearts, crispy bones and so on, all neatly skewered on bamboo skewers and placed on trays.

Lindsey looked up at the cloudy sky and offered to go to the gazebo in the courtyard to grill.

“Whatever you say, you’re the biggest in the house.” Bruce put his wheelchair away and smiled like a sneaky cat as he walked beside her with a straight face. “Let’s see if there’s enough to eat, I’ll have the kitchen prepare it if there isn’t.”

“You think I’m a pig …” Lindsey rolled her eyes breathlessly and sullenly sat back in her chair.

Looking down at the clothes on her body, she got back up and ran into the living room with hurried steps.

Bruce moved to put all the kebabs on the oven rack and turned back to gesture for Cary to sit down. “There aren’t that many rules at home, so you get Hector over here too.”

Cary nodded and took out his phone to call Hector. After a few moments of conversation, he ends the call and asks, somewhat puzzled, “Why don’t you go out to eat, how much work it is to bake at home.”

Bruce’s cool eyes drop to the burning coals, his voice a little cooler. “Burton’s back, and if I’m still out at this time of night, he’ll always have a chance to give me a knife.”

“Those people aren’t even enough to be feared.” Cary frowned. “There’s no need for us to hide.”

Bruce looked at him steadily for a second and smiled. “After all the times he’s failed, do you think he’s still stupid enough to do what he did before and just get a few punks to come after me.”

Cary was about to say something when Hector came into the booth too, sat down coolly next to him and picked up, “He left his card for the lady from The Palvin family tonight, and fought with Phoebe, then got some friends and went to Edward’s Hangout afterwards.”

“Look, he’s already looking for allies, it’s about time we did something about it.” Bruce raised an eyebrow and said in a mocking tone, “I’ll make sure he can’t crawl up for good this time.”

“Who can’t get up?” Lindsey, who had changed into her housecoat and come out, listened in and answered with a smile. “Do you want me to help.”

“You just help eat the meat.” Bruce looked at her dotingly and smiled, deliberately digressing. “Whatever you want to eat first, I’ll make sure it’s grilled to perfection.”

Lindsey sniffed greedily at the grilled meat, not giving him any face. “Oh come on, it’s still delicious, I’ll give you that if it’s cooked and not burnt.”

Bruce gave her a look that said, “You’re underestimating me,” and silently looked down and flipped the skewers of meat in his hands.

The rainy weather had made the humidity in the air particularly high, which inevitably affected the speed at which the coals burned. As the oil from the skewers dripped onto the coals, the smoke rose.

Lindsey was choking and coughing, and had to push Bruce aside and take on the task herself.

Cary and Hector were also choking badly, but they didn’t have the guts to blow Bruce away, so once Lindsey took Bruce’s place, they both felt a sense of relief that they had survived.

Opening the air vent, the fire gradually built up again and Lindsey gave Bruce a contemptuous look as she began brushing the meat skewers with brine.

“I’ll have logistics get an electronic grill back tomorrow.” Bruce blushed sardonically and padded over ingratiatingly. “What size did you say you wanted.”

Lindsey ignored him, brushing the brine, and then asked Cary to put it on the other end and continue baking.

Bruce was silent and kept his mouth shut.

It was after ten o’clock in the evening when Lindsey went to her room, took a shower, sat down at her desk with her laptop, opened the files she had on her desk and worked on them.

Bruce saw that she was unhappy, so he didn’t dare mess with her, so he took a shower and lay down on his bed, peeking at her from time to time.

After nearly an hour of work, Lindsey was so distracted by his hot eyes that she couldn’t help but open the online shopping page and search for the item she’d overlooked, beckoning him over.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce, not suspecting anything, got up and went over, sitting in the chair beside her.

“Wanted to get you a pair of trousers like this.” Lindsey looked at him with a smirk. “Aren’t I thoughtful.”

Bruce glanced at the picture on the screen and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Lindsey was still looking at him with a smile, her sparkling eyes as dark and shiny as water-washed grapes. “Like it?”

“Can I say no …,” Bruce swallowed hard and laughed dryly, “I don’t think this goes well with my perfect image … .”

“What about this kind.” Lindsey gripped the mouse and switched pages on the fly. “No can say no.”

“Uh …,” Bruce mumbled the name of the item, his eyes moving to the model below, three black lines instantly hanging on his handsome features. “Can we change it?”

Lindsey raised an eyebrow and cut the page again, waiting neatly for his answer.

Bruce’s head ached vaguely, unable to figure out what he had done to offend her and upset her so. As he thought back over the dinner, Edward’s face popped into his head.

On second thought, it didn’t seem to have anything to do with him.

“No talking, I’ll take it then.” Lindsey said and clicked into the payment page, a smug smile on her lips.

“Men’s Strong Yang Bacon Magnetic Energy Briefs … Do you think I need them?” Bruce was completely depressed. “Do you need it!”

“Who said I bought them for you to wear.” Lindsey choked him nonchalantly. “I bought it for you to wear on top of your head, to cure your brain.”

Bruce reacted in a trance that she was angry because she had been dragged hard back to the old house, and immediately coaxed with a smile. “Stop it, I’ll do as you say from now on, and I’ll never interfere with your work.”

“A promise?” Lindsey had an expression of disbelief on her face. “You swear to God?”

“Swear, I swear, if I ever interfere with your work again, I’ll leave the house with the thong you bought on my head.” Bruce’s tone softened and he reached out to pull her into his arms for a tight hug. “I have to go to Hong Kong Island the day after tomorrow and I won’t be able to see you for a few days.”

“Did you get the deal with Mr. Iverson?” Lindsey’s anger was almost gone, and she rested softly on his chest, exasperated and amused. “You could have just told me you were going to Hong Kong Island, you’re tired of beating around the bush.”

“I was afraid you’d think I was clinging to you.” Bruce’s voice suddenly became a little dull. “And I was worried that I’d come back from a trip and you’d disappear again.”

“You send me pictures every day, and I’ll send you the same.” Lindsey turned to face him, her slightly cool fingertips falling to his jaw and rubbing it gently. “It gets old fast to keep thinking about it like that.”

“Wouldn’t it be weird for a grown man to take a selfie when he has nothing to do.” Bruce lowered his eyes, instantly bumping into her slightly displeased gaze, and hastily added, “Okay.” His eyes lingered on her red lips for a second and he kissed her tenderly.

After a few moments, Lindsey blushed and pushed him away, getting up and shutting down her laptop.

The smile in Bruce’s eyes deepened as he stood up unexpectedly and carried her to the bed.

Falling back into the wide bed, he held her soft body close to him and murmured. “I’ve been wanting to hold you every day for a whole year.”

Lindsey buried her head into his chest, her heart aching. “And many, many years after that.”

“Mmmm …” Bruce rolled over and pinned her to him, kissing her slender pink neck with fascination, “Lindsey… …”

Lindsey hummed softly, her voice inexpressibly delicate. “Bruce …”

Encouraged, Bruce’s large hands darted unruly into her nightgown, rubbing tenderly against every bump of her body. A tingling stream of heat crawled rapidly across their bodies.

Lindsey was unable to resist his caresses and her body became limp in his arms, allowing him to rub and squeeze her …

Lindsey woke up early the next day after a good night’s sleep.

The shimmering light from the window, shimmering through the curtains, illuminated the furniture in the room. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she glanced sideways at Bruce, who was sleeping soundly, and a gentle smile rose to her lips.

After closing her eyes for a while, she rolled over on her sore legs, but Bruce’s strong arms came around her again, “Lindsey, don’t go.”