The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey raised her eyebrows in mockery and picked up her phone to tweet.

We’re just running out of time, it’s about to rain, let’s see who can beat them.

As she was thinking about it, a silver light suddenly broke through the sky, a strong flash that made people nervous. It was followed by a rumble of thunder, and drops of rain fell in a flash, crashing to the ground.

Lindsey looked through the car window and saw Aurora running back to the car describing the wretchedness, her lips curved vaguely in pleasure as she instructed the driver to enter the door.

The car stopped and Lindsey took the umbrella handed to her by the driver and calmly got out. “Inform the concierge that there will be no guests today.”

The driver answered, nodding with a smile.

Lindsey stood in the rain, smiling at Aurora through the thick curtain, and stepped away gracefully.

The rain was falling heavier and heavier, the drops hitting the umbrella with a heavy and powerful thud.

After crossing the main courtyard, Lindsey made her way to the courtyard where she lived.

Bruce would be training now, so she would go back to see him later.

When she entered the living room and sat down, the maid brought tea and informed her that Bruce was not doing well and asked her to take the time to go over and check on him.

“What’s going on?” Lindsey was startled and went straight through the backyard.

There was no one in the treatment room, nor in the living room, and she was wondering when she heard the sound of voices talking from Bruce’s room.

Lindsey put away her umbrella and hung it up, making a lot of noise on purpose, and went over to knock on the door. “Bruce, I’m home.”

Before she could push the door open, it opened automatically, revealing Hector’s handsome, bitter face behind it.

“Why do you look like you’ve lost your mother.” Lindsey joked, lifting her foot to enter.

Bruce did look uncomfortable, lying on the bed with a grimace and a twisted face.

A flash of panic crossed Lindsey’s eyes and she sat down to check his pulse.

“Get off me! Who are you and get out of here!” Bruce’s eyes were red, his neck was bulging with terrible veins, and he shouted in a somewhat confused state of mind. “Get out of here!”

“Shut up!” Lindsey scolded coldly, and at the same time struck him unconscious with a lightning strike.

His pulse was messy and Lindsey tasted it for a moment before glaring back at Hector and asking, “When did he get like this?”

“Half an hour ago, the nurse brought over the medicine according to Master Roy’s prescription, and he didn’t drink it for long before his temperament changed.” Hector told the truth. “I knew you were going to see the team off today, so I didn’t call you.”

“I know, you guys get out.” Lindsey frowned and ordered lightly, “No one will be received today, and none of you will let anyone in without my permission.”

“I’ll make the arrangements.” Hector nodded and greeted the nurse as they retreated together.

Lindsey waited until they were all gone, got up and went to close the door to the room behind her, turned back to test Bruce’s temperature, then went to her desk and opened her laptop to search for the cause of the symptoms.

She couldn’t guess if Master Roy’s remedy was working and if it made sense.

Bruce had experienced this when he had first recovered three years ago.

But the bruising in his brain had long since dissipated.

This time, although there was some more bruising, it should not be as bad as this.

When she was very young, her grandfather used to talk to her about some strange remedies for illnesses that had been passed down to the people.

In one case, the toxicity of the medicine was used to stimulate the movement of the meridians, thereby opening up the tendons and veins to cure the disease.

Bruce was paralysed in his lower limbs as a result of a traumatic injury and the remedy his grandfather gave him back then was, to put it mildly, a native remedy.

He was treated with herbal baths, acupuncture, proper massage and rehabilitation exercises, supplemented by tonics.

The prescription Master Roy had prescribed was an increased dose of his grandfather’s pair, but it shouldn’t have affected his brain.

A flash of thought sent an instant chill down Lindsey’s spine.

Judging by the symptoms of his last frenzy after taking the pills, he must have been poisoned again!

She dropped the mouse and ran back to the bed to check Bruce’s pulse.

The pulse was still messy and beyond her knowledge.

She withdrew her hand and, without thinking about it, immediately untied his hand.

Probably because he had struggled so much earlier, Lindsey noticed that the cuffs of his shirt were stained with blood and had to run to the wardrobe to get a clean one.

Struggling to get him up, Lindsey took off his shoes and bent her knees against his back as she struggled to change him.

When he was finally dressed, just as Lindsey was bending over to button him up, Bruce’s eyes suddenly opened and he went into a frenzy, pushing Lindsey down hard onto the bed.

“Bruce, wake up …,” Lindsey cringed in pain as he dropped her in a heap. “You’re hurting me.”

Bruce was stunned, his eyes unfamiliar as he looked into her face, gradually lowering his head, coming lower and lower, and finally kissing her on the lips by surprise.

Bruce, in his frenzy, was incredibly strong and Lindsey was no match for him, resisting only a few times before she was left with her hands tied.

The crashing rain drowned out the sound of the fabric cracking and the low, trapped growl that continued to spill from the man’s mouth.

The pain of the forced entry made Lindsey feel doubly ashamed and she couldn’t help but open her mouth and bite into his shoulder.

She bit very hard until the taste of fishy sweetness came from her mouth and then she let go in exhaustion.

With frantic gasps and moans, Bruce’s soft laugh of pleasure suddenly rang in her ears. “One more bite and my shoulder will be ruined.”

Lindsey was frozen for a second as she was picked up by him cold, and all the curses that came to her lips were swallowed by him …

The sound of thunder, the rain, the sound of the man’s gasping, low growl, and the sound of each other’s bodies constantly joining together intertwined more and more closely as Lindsey’s eyes gazed dazedly at his handsome face, her whole body spasming into a puddle of mud as he pounded harder and harder.

“Lindsey …” Bruce shuddered, holding her close as if she were a precious treasure, his heart filled with the joy and emotion of a lost and found treasure. “Don’t ignore me.”

Lindsey crouched against his chest, and it took a long time for her senses to come back to her, and her dazed eyes suddenly turned stern as she slowly raised her head to look at him. “Did you do that on purpose?”

“No.” Bruce denied it with a bite, a strong look of doting in his eyes. “I woke up to you biting me and feeling like I was having a dream.”

Lindsey bristled, but where was her temper when she saw her flushed face in his unconcealed gaze.

Burying her head into his chest, she yawned lazily and muttered, “I’m tired.”

“I’ll sleep with you for a while.” Bruce kissed her sweaty forehead naturally and carefully carried her down to lay her flat on the bed, followed by himself and brought the quilt to cover him.

Lindsey was really tired, and when she closed her eyes she couldn’t help but fall asleep.

But the man outside, seemingly determined to get on their nerves, came knocking on the door before they could fall asleep, saying that Aurora was still waiting outside the door.

“It’s over.” Lindsey pinched him in depression. “You’ve ruined my reputation for innocence.”

Bruce let out an insatiable laugh and lowered his head to plant a kiss on her lips, good-humoured and amused. “Spoken as if you didn’t feel a thing earlier.”

The more Lindsey looked at him smugly, the more she felt bad, “Just because I felt something doesn’t mean anything, I felt the same thing with Edward.”

Bruce’s face darkened unexpectedly at the words, his starry eyes cold.

Lindsey narrowed her eyes and glanced at him for a moment before lazily slipping under the covers and yawning widely.

Bruce was exasperated by the cloudy look and yelled at the men outside with a tense face. “Tell her to get the hell back in!”

The maid answered and the sound of hurried footsteps faded away.

Lindsey saw how angry he was, and her sleepy head disappeared in a flash, her voice coolly teasing, “Brother Bruce, are you on fire pills? How sad if she catches a cold in the rain.”

It was better not to mention Aurora, but when he did, Bruce’s anger rose to the surface. “It’s none of my business if she dies or not.”

“Gee, you’ve been Mrs. Grant for three years.” Lindsey was deliberately not interested. “The rightful eldest grandson-in-law of The Grant family.”

Bruce laughed at that, and without hesitation he rolled over and pinned her down. “You look so good when you’re jealous!”

“Uh …” Lindsey choked on her own saliva and reached out to push him. “Stop it, I’m tired.”

“How’s that for making a scene.” Bruce lowered his head slowly, the smile under his eyes very ambiguous. “You were enjoying yourself.”

“I was with Edward …,” Lindsey gambled, and before she could finish her sentence, someone had no hesitation in sealing her mouth shut.

When she woke up from her afternoon nap, Lindsey had bruises and marks all over her body and her legs were shaky and she couldn’t stand up.

“Bruce, you’re a pain in the ass.” Just as she finished, her legs suddenly went into the air, followed by a spinning movement, and by the time she reacted, she was already in the bath.

“You get out, I’ll wash myself.” Lindsey frowned.

It felt like just a night and a day apart after three years apart.

“Just think of me as a human specimen.” Bruce cheekily squeezed the shower gel into his palm and rubbed it out, gently smearing it onto her back.

Lindsey strained her nerves, her pretty face flushing more and more in the dense moisture.

She felt his hand, hot against her back, and the clean, crisp smell of his breath tickled her ear.

Hearing him say, “Lindsey, don’t leave me.”

“Lindsey, let’s have a baby.”

“Lindsey, let’s go get the paperwork done.”

“Lindsey, what am I going to do with you.”

Tight nerves eased at his murmuring words, and softly leaned into his firm, strong chest.

His palm was a little rough, a thin layer of calluses from continuous intense training. Everywhere it passed, a constant tingle stirred.

“I’ll do it myself.” Lindsey couldn’t bear to hold his hand, a soft, watery glint in the bottom of her eyes. “I can do it myself.”

“Has Edward ever washed you like this?” Bruce didn’t move, pressing his palm against her chest, inching down. “Did you enjoy it, too.”

Lindsey flinched at his question and reacted with a little anger. “It’s always fun to dwell on that.”

Bruce paused in his hands and got up to remove the shower to help her get the foam off her body, and without a word, he pulled the towel and wrapped her up and carried her back to her room.

Her body was next to the bed and there was another frenzy.

Lindsey almost wondered if he was going to stay in that bed. Her legs were too sore to move before his hand came around.

After a few more moments of dazed sleep, Bruce woke up with his face still dark, like a pissed off bear.

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Bruce dwelt there for a moment, then suddenly threw his arms around Lindsey and buried his head deep into her neck, murmuring in a mute voice. “I don’t care, from now on, I’m the only one you can have in your heart.”

“Good.” Lindsey lifted her hand to his ear and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re not going to let me follow you around like this for the rest of my life, without a name, and give you monkeys.”