The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce’s back was to Aurora, so he did not see her eyes.

He had no intention of staying long, however, but rose without moving and breezed out.

He had never had a good feeling about Aurora, and he felt stifled to be under the same roof as her.

Bruce spent the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and tossed and turned until morning, when he got up and went to the rehab room.

Lindsey hadn’t slept well either, her bones were aching and she woke up in pain every time she rolled over.

She spent the rest of the night cursing Bruce, but when she managed to drift off to sleep, it was already dawn.

She got up, washed up, looked at the time and called her assistant to prepare the car for the trip to Xing Yuan Temple.

Master Roy is very old and rarely prescribes medical treatment for people these days.

Old Mr. Grant had visited all over the country but could not find anyone who was satisfactory to him, so he delayed.

It was at that time that Lindsey came to Bruce’s side by mistake and brought him back to Samuel.

Lindsey’s head began to ache again as her thoughts turned back to the first day’s recognition.

Arriving outside the Xing Yuan Temple, Lindsey was greeted by her assistant and pushed the car door open to get out.

After enquiring with the young monk guarding the temple gate, Lindsey entered the temple and made her way to the Zen room at the back of the hill.

It was August when the acacia trees were in bloom, the white petals falling like snow flakes, and the air was fresh and peaceful.

Lindsey walked up the steps, stepping over the petals, and knocked gently on the door of the meditation room.

In a few moments, a kind, old voice came from inside the room. “Is Lindsey here.”

“Master, it’s me Lindsey,” Lindsey answered, and with permission pushed the door open and entered.

The meditation room was small and the faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the room as Master Roy twirled his Buddhist beads and meditated in front of a statue of Buddha.

“Hello Master, Lindsey has taken the liberty.” Lindsey greeted politely and sat down on the doughnut futon on the floor with her legs crossed in a disciplined manner.

“Has young master Gu recovered.” The Master put down his Buddhist beads and smiled down in a harmonious mass. “Lindsey must have suffered.”

“He has recovered and will do the appropriate rehabilitation exercises next, as requested by the Master.” Lindsey replied with a polite bow of her head, “Lindsey does not feel the pain.”

“It is good to see the truth.” The Master smiled again and said in a cloudy voice, “The hardest thing to see in the world is also the heart.”

Lindsey had no choice but to hang her head and listen as she half understood.

The Master recited a Buddhist verse, fumbled around and took another prescription out of his pocket and handed it to Lindsey, “This is a new prescription, take it back and tell Little Master Gu to take it for half a month. Also, I have something for you.”

Lindsey was surprised when she saw the master take another yellowing thread-bound book out of his arms.

“This is not acceptable.” Lindsey sharply excused herself. “Lindsey’s knowledge is not good enough for the Master.”

The Master smiled and waved his hand, handing the book to Lindsey solemnly. “This is also a medical case that I have accidentally obtained, and I have asked my disciple to copy a copy of it, so this is for you.”

“Lindsey is very much obliged.” Lindsey took it carefully and put it away babyishly.

After talking about Bruce’s treatment, Lindsey could not be bothered to continue, so she respectfully excused herself and left.

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The sun was already high in the sky, and under the grey skies there was a hustle and bustle of high-rise buildings in B-town.

At ten in the morning, the media is flooded with questions about Lindsey’s charity fund.

The release of a recording dictated by Tina, the victim of the incident, sparked a huge debate across the internet.

At the same time, reports of Burton once again put Lindsey and The Grant family in the spotlight.

If you opened any forum in China, there was a flood of posts about Lindsey.

Lindsey saw the news, called Edward as if nothing had happened, briefly explained her demands and left it at that.

The more Aurora played it safe, the happier she was.

Old Mr. Grant’s message had been clear when the original acknowledgement had been made. He had given his face, but if he didn’t want it, he would not be blamed.

Since she was so fond of exploiting public opinion, she might as well give her a chance to help promote her fund.

Back at Larissa’s flat, Lindsey checked her schedule again and, feeling a little drained, simply lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

After about an hour’s sleep, Lindsey got on the phone at Nine Lakes and talked for a while, then got up and went downstairs.

It was midday and the sun was shining brightly.

Lindsey was pacing around the living room thoughtfully, occasionally looking towards the silent front door.

Bruce, on the other hand, looks as if nothing has happened, sipping his tea in a relaxed manner.

The two different moods made for a subtle atmosphere in the living room.

A call comes in on her mobile and Lindsey gives him an exasperated look before stepping aside to answer it.

After a few moments of conversation, she hangs up and sits down on the sofa, her fair, porcelain face covered in a layer of anger.

“Sister Lindsey, don’t be so upset.” Bruce put down his cup of tea, a big smile on his face. “I’ve got everything.”

Lindsey pursed her lips coldly, but deep in her black eyes was a bloodthirsty murderous intent.

Bruce saw this look on her face and lazily put away his joking scowl, adding, “Don’t worry, when have I ever lied to you.”

Lindsey was about to retort when there were heavy footsteps outside the door, followed by Jack’s straight, cold figure outside the front door.

Then Old Mr. Grant walked in with his hands behind his back and a scowl on his face.

“Grandpa.” Lindsey stood up breathlessly, her eyes full of resignation.

Old Mr. Grant waved his hand for her to sit down, his eyes fell on Bruce and said, “Bruce, tell me what’s going on.”

Bruce glanced down at Lindsey and said in a disinterested tone, “The Palvin family, that no-good family, questioned Lindsey’s charity fund through the media and brought up old stories from years ago.”

“Is that all?” Old Mr. Grant sat down, took the cup of tea Jack handed him and took a gentle sip. “Lindsey should stop throwing her weight around now that she’s a member of The Grant family.”

“Grandpa …” Lindsey was stunned, her whole body completely confused. “But the charity fund is so hard to set up, I can’t just leave it behind.”

“Don’t be in a hurry, hear me out.” Old Mr. Grant smiled and gave Bruce a thoughtful look, saying, “Bruce will arrange for professionals to help you with the fund.

“There is another option, you can take the recruitment test for the General Army Hospital and become a nurse.”

Lindsey flinched for a while before coming back to her senses, her eyebrows tightening vaguely. “There’s no other option?”

Old Mr. Grant was noncommittal, a small, invisible smile teasing the corners of his lips as he looked down and took another sip of his tea.

Bruce spread his hands and shook his head gently.

“I’ll think about it.” Lindsey knew it was useless to resist and her whole body wilted instantly. “Can you let me finish my first event before I quit.”

Old Mr. Grant spoke up, “No consideration, that’s The Grant family’s rule.”

After lunch at Nine Lakes, a reluctant Lindsey, who had accompanied Old Mr. Grant to a game of chess, returned to the city with a depressed stomach.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Good sister, it’s a beautiful day, so don’t be so glum.” Bruce was in a good mood, glancing at her from time to time. “Look how happy I am.”

Lindsey, who was already angry, was furious and could not resist raising her hand to swing at him.

Bruce reacted sharply and grabbed her wrist before her fist could get close enough to move to his lips in a gangly manner and kissed the back of her hand. “Such pretty hands are not meant for punching.”

Lindsey was furious and didn’t hesitate to attack with her other hand.

Bruce deflected her head to avoid it, no slower than she was, and quickly clamped down.

Leaning down to pin her down, he examined her pursed red lips with a smile and couldn’t help but plant a kiss. “Tastes pretty good, don’t you think so, good sister.”

“Shameless …” Lindsey was ashamed and angry, but his strength was so great that she couldn’t struggle away.

“I’m just shameless …,” Bruce slowly moved his head and whispered against her ear. “Shameless wants you now.”

Lindsey was definitely no match for him when it came to being a rogue.

Realising this, she quickly calmed herself and curled her lips indifferently. “I think your wife, I think, would prefer to hear that kind of talk.”

Bruce’s eyes dimmed and without warning, he opened his mouth and gently nibbled on her ear, his words, laced with ambiguity, pouring into her ears word for word.

He said, “My wife is you.”

Lindsey shuddered and simply said nothing, nor did she look at him.

Bruce kissed her for a while, released her with intent, and sat up straight to look coldly out the window.

It didn’t matter if Lindsey didn’t admit her feelings, he could make her do it, but what to do about Aurora was the most important thing.

He had said a long time ago that he would give Lindsey a name, but he had never imagined that things would end up like this.

And Old Mr. Palvin’s illness at this time was a dead giveaway.

The Grant family’s every move is watched by many people, and even if he hates Aurora, he can’t let Lindsey get a bad name.

As she returned to The Grant family home, Lindsey went to her room as soon as she entered, closed the door behind her and called Edward.

She had expected from the start that Aurora would throw mud at her, but she hadn’t thought she would try to kill two birds with one stone by trying to blackball The Hawke family too!

The call was answered and Lindsey rubbed the corner of her forehead, her voice unusually tired. “Edward, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to say you’re sorry, I know you can’t help it.” Edward’s mood was low, and the newspaper spread in his hand was full of pictures of Lindsey, each one smiling and quietly moving.

Lindsey was silent for nearly half a minute before speaking again, “You’ve been a lot of trouble with the fund drive, I’m not a very good partner.”

“Don’t bother me.” Edward was suddenly a little angry. “The fund was handed over in full after the news came out this morning, all the members were left intact, just replaced with more professional managers.”

Lindsey again ran out of words and was silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Edward let out a long, unspoken sigh and said. “Take care of yourself, and I’ll see you at the get-together tonight.”

“Okay.” Lindsey hung up the phone, lost in thought, when she heard a bang in the yard and the next moment the living room door was thrown open.