My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 902

William had been increasingly crazy.

No wonder he said that he would do something that would make her unhappy. Why didn't he even tell her about it? Did he think things would be better in this way?

William had been too unusual. That made Alice quite afraid.

"Mr. Bacon, Mrs. Bacon, sorry, I have to go back."

Alice stood up and immediately ran back.

"Alice, be careful! You are pregnant!"

Mrs. Bacon hurried to remind Alice from behind.

That had reminded Alice to touch her bulging belly. Then although frowning, she stopped running and chose to walk back.

When Alice reached the old house, she saw many cars parking outside, with bodyguards everywhere. Alice came close and the bodyguards all lowered their heads, "Mrs. Cullen."

"Where are these cars going?"

Alice asked.

"To the hotel."

The bodyguard answered in detail.

So fast to leave?

Alice walked into the old house, after which a familiar burning smell guided her to stand in front of the kitchen door. The entire room was filled with smoke, within which was William's tall figure.

The smell made Alice want to throw up.

Alice walked in with one hand covering her nose. She opened the closed window to let the smoke out. After that she turned her head to see William. William was taking down the pot, then poured all the fish soup into the trash bin.

Eric stepped forward and took away the trash bin to deal with it.

In the smoke, Alice and William looked at each other. William's face now had a rich amount of color. His eyes were red because of the smoke, and on his face, there was something black. His handsome face was very funny under the color.

When William threw the pot aside and picked up another clean pot to pour oil, Alice hurried to turn off the fire, "What are you doing?"

William stopped when seeing Alice doing that. When they glared at each other, he seemed to suddenly realize something. He held Alice's face and leaned close to watch his face mirrored in Alice's eyes. Then he let her go and picked up a wet wipe to clean his face calmly.

He acted like he had done nothing.

Alice was about to ask again when William, who was wiping his face, answered, "I'll make you some fish soup. Why was it charred?"

Making her fish soup?

"The temperature was too high. You should use a smaller fire and let it stay a shorter time in the oil." Alice said.

"Well."

William turned on the fire again.

Once again, Alice went up and turned the fire off. William turned to her in dissatisfaction, "Alice, what are you doing?"

"You'll burn the house. If you want some fish soup, I'll do it for you." Alice said, gazing up on William's face with inguiry.

William stood beside her and waved his hand to disperse the smoke. Alice's inquiry made him avert his eyes from hers, and with a low voice he said, "It is for you to drink tonight, not me." "What about you?" Alice asked.

"I have something to do tonight. I need to go out." William said. Alice stared at him and immediately said, "I will go with you."

"No need." William flatly refused.

"I want to go with you. I don't want to drink fish soup."

"I made this fish soup myself. You dare not drink it?" William said with a cold face.

"I want to go with you."

Alice's tone was stubborn.

Their gazes met, and neither of them compromised.

William narrowed his eyes, "So you've known it. Yes, I have sent someone to bring your adoptive parents here. I know you don't want to see them again, so I decided to let them have dinner with your neighbors tonight."

It sounded reasonable.

"That's not like you." However, Alice didn't believe it, "Anyone knows you will know you won't waste time with my adoptive parents, let alone invite them to have dinner. But now you not only did that, but also made it known by everyone. Tonight's dinner must be more complex than what you said."

"So what do I want to do?"

William was impassive.

"Patrick," Alice gazed up into William's black eyes, saying word by word, "You want to force Patrick to appear. You purposely destroyed all the gifts to show Patrick you hate him. So you definitely won't treat his adoptive parents well. But for Patrick, his adoptive parents were also the parents of Mary, to whose death Patrick always feels guilty. He won't let Mary's last two family members in trouble."

Hearing all that, William didn't reply right away. Instead, he turned around and looked down at the pot in front of him. His fingers lightly tapped on the table, on one of which there was still a Band-Aid.

After a long while, he curled his lips, "Alice, I told you not to be so smart."

Alice reached out to hold his wrist.

William's fingers stopped tapping. Alice could recognize nothing from his black and deep eyes.

"William, could you stop be like that?" Alice looked at him, "Actually I don't care anything else. Now, I'm just too worried about you."

"What are you worried about? I've told you, whatever I do is for your good."

William said in a low voice.

But actually what he had done had nothing to do with that. Alice couldn't figure out what William wanted to do, which made her couldn't help but be panic.