The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey gave him a blank look and ate in silence.

After breakfast, Lindsey went back to her room and waited for the nurse to come and give her medication, but when Bruce came again, she frowned. “You’re still wandering around with an injury, you’ve got a long life ahead of you.”

“Dr Hunter has mixed up two of the herbs and is busy sorting them out with his assistant.” Bruce put on a greasy face and met her sullen eyes with a smile. “I’m the only one free.”

Lindsey knew full well he was lying and deliberately held back her laughter, letting him be.

It had been three years, so many days and months, and she hadn’t missed him like crazy.

Lying back down with her eyes closed, she stifled a growl. “Come on.”

Bruce lifted the corners of his lips and controlled the wheelchair as he slid to the edge of the bed, lifting her dress up and unbuttoning her corset in a familiar manner, then taking a cotton swab and applying the ointment to her.

The bruises had cleared up a little, but they still looked horrible.

As he watched, his empty hand involuntarily went over the uninjured area and he murmured. “Lindsey, your skin is so smooth …”

Lindsey’s nerves tensed, and when she caught a glimpse of the wheelchair beneath him, she sighed with relief and scolded in displeasure, “I asked you to medicate me, not to take advantage of me.”

“Where else in your whole body have I not taken advantage of.” Bruce laughed softly out loud and suddenly and suddenly lowered his head to kiss. “You used to like it best when I kissed you like this.”

The tingling sensation of cool lips against her skin caused Lindsey to shudder, her face instantly flushed and white as she chided without meaning to. “Shameless.”

“Lindsey, you see your body is much more honest than your heart.” The smirk in Bruce’s eyes deepened and he righted himself in time before she snapped and buttoned her corset and pulled her coat back on.

Lindsey was furious and angry, but couldn’t muster the slightest strength in her arms and could only glare at him.

“If you look at me like that, you’ll make me think that you want to …” Bruce said shamelessly, quickly taking control of the wheelchair and backing away.

Lindsey’s smashed pillow fell short and landed soundlessly on the floor.

Bruce laughed at this and cheerfully took control of the wheelchair and walked away.

Lindsey sulked on the bed for a long time before struggling to get up, grabbing the regular clothes he had prepared for her and changing into them.

When she came into the next courtyard, Dr Hunter was still struggling with the herbs on the floor, and when he saw her enter, a flash of embarrassment crossed his face.

“It’s not your fault, I didn’t do my job carefully enough yesterday.” Lindsey soothed, slowly squatting to the ground and dividing out the similar herbs, putting them into gauze bags in proportion for him to take to make the medicinal soup.

While the soup was simmering, Lindsey ordered the house maid to fetch a thin blanket and flopped down on the beauty couch to rest.

When the soup was ready, Lindsey woke up at the greeting of Dr Hunter and got up to go to the treatment room.

At Bruce’s insistence, the nurses had all been replaced by men.

Lindsey watched coldly as he was stripped naked, gave him a few business-like instructions, and then retreated.

The soup was very hot and Bruce did not move for half an hour, as she had requested, before he was dragged out, dizzy, and thrown onto the treatment bed.

Lindsey returned at this point and directed Dr Hunter to place the needle, a hint of a smile visible in her eyes.

Bruce was lying on his back, so naturally he didn’t see it, but Dr Hunter was really not very good at sticking deep needles in him, causing him to yelp in pain from time to time.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“Shut up!” Lindsey was impatient and scolded coldly. “What’s a big man doing just sticking a needle?”

Bruce shut his mouth honestly, his mind vaguely coming around to the idea that she was retaliating.

The belated realisation caused his already somewhat depressed mood to hit rock bottom.

Bruce waited until the needles had been administered, then turned around and saw that Dr Hunter had already left the room and Lindsey was the only one still in the room, looking at him strangely.

Bruce’s eyes drifted down to her long, straight legs, and he was about to say something when he felt a sudden chill on his back and Lindsey’s palm pressed against him.

Her hand was soft and cool, rubbing its way up from her tailbone with some hidden hint of what was to come, and Bruce shuddered and had a reaction he shouldn’t have had, and it was extremely strong.

He was wondering what she wanted when a sudden warmth scraped against his ear. “Enjoying that, eh?”

“You stop it …,” Bruce begged hoarsely. “I was wrong, okay.”

“Of course it’s not okay.” Lindsey raised an eyebrow and smiled away, abruptly straightening up and walking away to shut the door behind him, pacing back after him nicely, reaching out with her right middle finger and gently poking him in the buttocks. “Isn’t that comfortable.”

“Lindsey … I was wrong.” Bruce’s back was covered in pins and he couldn’t move at all, but she just didn’t stop, instead getting bolder and bolder.

Feeling a certain spot in her grip, the handsome and uncommon face instantly burst into red. “Don’t …”

“Don’t what?” Lindsey moved her fingers, smiling as she leaned down and blew gently into his ear. “I’m deaf, I can’t hear you.”

Bruce felt like his body, at any moment, was going to explode and his eyes lit up with rage. “This game isn’t fun, can we get another one.”

“You didn’t start the game, why isn’t it fun.” Lindsey laughed again, her soft voice couldn’t be more delicate.

Bruce was so angry that he could not wait to get her under him and ravage her.

Lindsey didn’t know what he was thinking, and when the torture was almost over, she gently withdrew her hand. “The Master said we don’t need to apply the needles too often this time, tomorrow is the last time.”

“Uh …” Bruce’s mind was in turmoil and when he looked back up, the aftermath of the empty room door closing continued to swirl in his ears.

Lindsey exited the treatment room and immediately went to wash her hands before heading back to the side yard.

It was Aurora’s fault, and she didn’t care what Old Mr. Grant did to her, so she stayed at the old house to recuperate.

After two or three days of peace and quiet, Lindsey’s back didn’t hurt so much and she could move around much more freely.

On this day, she finished supervising Bruce’s medication and then told her assistant to drive over to Wind Entertainment.

When the car arrived at the Wind Entertainment building, she met Larissa who had just returned from an event.

“Miss Lindsey, I heard that you and Mr. Grant are back together, is it true?”

“Miss Lindsey, does the fact that you stayed with The Grant family immediately after your injury mean that you don’t care about being a mistress?”

“Miss Lindsey, how do you feel about your relationship with Mr. Grant?”

“Miss Lindsey, may I ask what your relationship with Edward really is?”

“Miss Lindsey …”

The reporters came in waves, Lindsey’s back was not yet healed, and she was accidentally hit in the tug, and immediately sucked in a breath of cold air in pain.

“Lindsey, are you all right?” Larissa was stunned and immediately opened her arms like a mother protecting her chicks, shielding Lindsey behind herself while calling out for security.

Lindsey took a breath, smiled and pulled her away from her, stepped forward without a moment’s hesitation, and smiled, “I know that my friends in the media have been very curious about what’s going to happen with me and Mr. Grant.”

As soon as she spoke, the reporters who had gathered around her immediately quieted down, each putting up their microphones.

Lindsey was pleased by the sudden silence.

Looking around the room calmly, she waved her hand and continued, “First of all, I want to make it clear that I am not a mistress. Secondly, there’s good news to share with you all.”

“Is it news relating to The Grant family?” One of the reporters asked in a loud voice, “Is it that Mr. Grant has divorced Miss Aurora.”

“This reporter friend has a big brain, unfortunately …” Lindsey laughed away on a cloud of emotion. “Unfortunately it’s not big enough. The so-called good news is that I am now, in my capacity as Old Mr. Grant’s goddaughter.”

“How did that happen …” The reporters were all confused and froze on the spot, completely confused as to what The Grant family was trying to do with this charade.

“In other words, from now on, Mr. Grant is considered my godbrother.” Lindsey finished through clenched teeth and returned the microphone with her hand, pulling Larissa into the building with her teeth bared.

Larissa was so confused by what she had just said that it took her a while to come back to her senses. “Lindsey what you just said, was it all true.”

Lindsey threw her a: you tell me. A look that gave a small shake of her neck. “Whether it’s true or not, let’s gag the reporter first.”

Larissa thought about it and thought it made sense, her hands naturally falling to her back. “Let me rub it for you.”

“it hurts like hell.” Lindsey frowned and sighed with a bitter face.

Lindsey didn’t bother talking to her, so she exited the lift lobby and went straight to Edward’s office.

Edward was working on a file when he heard the door open and looked up.

Before Lindsey could say anything, the smile on her face froze on her lips and she asked angrily. “What happened to your face.”

“I banged it the other day.” Edward tilted his head in a panic to keep her from looking any further. “Why don’t you get some rest, the charity fund has a team to follow up on it, you don’t have to work so hard.”

Lindsey knew he was trying to change the subject and became even more angry at the moment.

Edward fell silent and laughed dryly, “You were hurt out of your mind trying to save me, so it’s not a loss for me to take a punch from him.”

Lindsey shot him a look and grumbled as she pulled out a chair and sat down.

A few moments later, Karen brought in samples of clothes for the mountains and a budget for various expenses.

Lindsey didn’t bother to change places and went straight to Edward’s large desk, where she opened the samples and examined them for quality.

After looking at the samples, she sat back down and flipped through the budget to check each item.

After a minute or so, she pointed to the section on accommodation costs and queried, “How many people are going down this time.”

“Twelve people in total.” Karen spread out her own log book, pulled a chair over and sat down, explaining, “The cost of accommodation is for the doctors who are travelling with us, the two hospitals contacted this time are both well known in the industry and the doctors who are travelling with them are very experienced.”

“Very well done.” Lindsey smiled and nodded. “I’ll personally pay for the room, meals, and all the incidentals, and I’ll pay for that part, and the costs of the sick children’s surgeries, hospital stays, setting up the school’s sunshine cafeteria, and so on, will come out of the fund account.”

“Okay, I’ll make a note of that.” Karen smiled back. “You’re coming with the team?”

“Of course, I’m definitely going to be there for the first event.” Lindsey said, her eyes flicking to Edward’s face and snickering, “Edward, what about you.”