The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey has a problem with bed recognition, and it took her nearly a week to get used to it during her trip to B City.

The first time I saw her, she was back in L city.

After lying half-asleep until dawn, she simply got up, washed up and went straight to Bruce’s room.

This time, Old Mr. Grant originally arranged for a health care specialist to accompany her, but Bruce did not bring one.

Through this period of contact, Lindsey is very clear, he does not have personal care, life will be very difficult. For example, eating, drinking and shitting such a small thing, look simple, but actually difficult.

The door was knocked on a few times, but no sound came from inside, Lindsey remembered that she had his room card and ran back to her room to get it.

When she returned to Bruce’s guest room, she hesitated and inserted her card to open the door.

The curtains in the room were not closed, and the white light of the morning shone through the glass windows, illuminating the faint outlines of the various pieces of furniture.

Lindsey closed the door behind her and called out in a low voice, “Bruce, are you awake?”

There was a faint rustling in the bed behind the hallway, and she listened to it for a few seconds, and was about to ask a question when she smelled an odd smell. Immediately afterwards, Bruce’s slightly displeased voice rang out, “You get out.”

“Okay, what do you want for breakfast, I’ll go get it for you.” Lindsey was embarrassed and silently withdrew the foot that had already taken a step.

“Whatever.” Bruce sullenly replied, trying to pull the thin blanket to cover himself, but unfortunately did not control the strength, coldly fell from the bed.

“With a loud bang, his forehead came into close contact with the carpet, while his legs were still hilariously resting on the bed.

The prone position is like a slanting wooden bar, for a while can not move a bit.

The physical pain was bearable, but the frustration from deep inside was like a sharp blade, tearing apart his pride inch by inch.

Everything happened so fast that Lindsey didn’t have time to think before she leapt out of the aisle.

Seeing the scene in front of her, she froze for a second and rushed over to help him like a whirlwind: “Are you all right?”

“I don’t need your pity!” Bruce held his head and looked away in pain: “You go!”

“Just go, what’s the big deal.” Lindsey’s hands moved and sat down on a chair: “When I’ve seen enough, I’ll leave.”

Bruce closed his eyes exhaustedly, and his long, clean fingers, little by little, closed up into fists!

Lindsey noticed his small movement, suddenly felt heartache inexplicable.

Unfortunately, a car accident destroyed not only his health, but his life, his faith and his heart.

Lindsey didn’t dare to think if she would have had the courage to live if she had suffered such a blow.

After a long silence, she gently got up and walked to her side and squatted down, calmly extending her hand: “Get up or continue to be so wretched, your choice.”

Bruce struggled to turn his head, coldly bumped into a pair of watery eyes.

The clear, spring-like eyes reflected his ridiculous and pitiful appearance, while full of natural flow of concern and heartache.

The mood of the bottom of the decadence, because of the line of light in the eyes, gradually dissipated. He bitterly held the corners of his lips, a little to support his arm, did not hesitate to grab her hand.

His palm is very damp, and with a few faint coldness, the force of the amazing overlapping up. The cold touch from the skin makes Lindsey feel more and more sympathetic to him.

Holding it back, she piled on a natural smile and whispered encouragement, “I’m sure you can do it.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

It was much easier to help him this time than the last time at Villa Charlotte. But when she saw the water stain on his pants, the wind was instantly knocked out of her.

No wonder the smell in the room was so strong, it was because he had wet his pants!

Find the reason, as a nurse instinct, instantly overshadowed the girl should have the reserve, naturally reached out to tug his pants.

“Dirty …” Bruce subconsciously grabbed her hand, nervously out: “You go and call a waiter for me.”

“This early in the morning, people on the night shift are still sleeping, do not bother.” Lindsey blurted out without thinking, and at the same time shook off his hand and neatly stripped him of his pants.

Bruce was unable to stop him, so he folded his hands to cover his secret parts.

Lindsey saw the situation and said meaningfully, “It’s not the first time I’ve seen it, what’s the point of blocking it.”

Bruce’s thin cheeks, instantly diffused a layer of dark red.

Although I know that her words are not intended, but the heart still can not help but feel a burst of sour.

For a while both of them stopped talking, the atmosphere is delicate.

A few moments later, Lindsey suppressed the slightly irritated emotions in her heart, quickly helped him to put on the inside and outside of the pants, then took the dirty pants to the bathroom, unscrewed the faucet to soak in the sink.

The room was silent, Bruce stared at his legs in awe for a while before taking the initiative to break the awkward atmosphere: “What’s good for breakfast in L city.”

“Anything is good for me.” Lindsey stroked down her bangs and raised her eyebrows with a smile: “The card on the bedside table has recommendations, choose a few things for yourself and I’ll go buy them.”

“I don’t want to choose, you can just buy whatever you want.” Bruce replied as if he had no opinion, and struggled to move his body to lie flat.

Lindsey shrugged indifferently, turned around and lifted his feet to walk out. “Okay then, get some rest, I’ll be right back.”

Bruce answered, the sound of the door opening and closing in his ears, and a moment later all was quiet.

He dozed his eyelids shut and smiled as he thought back to Lindsey helping him up.

For her, even if the road ahead was full of thorns, he tried to stand up!

After breakfast it was already dawn and Lindsey, worried about Warren, went ahead to the desk to arrange for someone to come over for Bruce.

Soon after he returns to his room and sits down, Warren appears with an icy face, and Lindsey follows him down the stairs sullenly, wanting to run away several times.

The way he doesn’t talk is already scary as hell, and if he gets angry, no one can stand it.

In this regard, she admired Fiona, how bold she had to be to turn Warren, who always had a “do not enter” face, into a superb man who would occasionally smile.

“Stay home today, I’ll take you to the airport tonight.” Out of the elevator, Warren steadily steps out of the lobby and leads her straight to the parking lot to get her car: “Bruce side, I arranged someone to take care of him, you do not worry.”

“I have nothing to worry about …” Lindsey was slightly vain and quickly pulled open the car door and sat in the back seat.

Warren afterglow sweep her a glance, secretly sigh.