The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Back at the Gu residence, everything looked little changed, yet a little more different.

The old Mr. Grant himself was waiting at the door, which shows how much he cares about Bruce’s injury. the Aidan couple also came, their attitude is not cold and warm, as always.

They got out of the car to say hello, and the group walked and chatted as they slowly entered the main courtyard’s main room.

Lindsey, not surprisingly, was pulled in by Old Mr. Grant and sat down next to him. On the other side, naturally, there was no one else but Bruce.

Mr. and Mrs. Aidan watched this scene, seems to have seen the strange, face did not see the slightest displeasure.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Old Mr. Grant, after learning about Bruce’s treatment process, was so anxious that he immediately had to call Dr. Hunter from the medical team over to give him a detailed examination.

“Grandpa, we just got off the plane.” Bruce saw Lindsey frowning and couldn’t help but laugh darkly.

Before boarding the plane, he offered to go eat something, but as a result of a phone call from Charlotte, Lindsey immediately decided to eat when he arrived in B City.

Who knew that when he entered the door, the whole family was almost all there, but Charlotte was missing.

“I was in a hurry …” Old Mr. Grant looked at Lindsey with a smile and a strong concern: “Lindsey is hungry, right? Let’s eat first and do the examination afterwards.”

“I’m not too hungry.” Lindsey muttered, her cheeks as red as boiled shrimp.

Old Mr. Grant laughed at that and got up to walk to the dining room.

Lindsey gave Bruce a feigned annoyed glare and waited for the Aidans to get up before slowly following them. When they arrived at the restaurant and sat down, Charlotte’s silvery laugh came through: “I’m late because of the traffic.”

“You know how to make excuses.” Old Mr. Grant half-heartedly said, his eyes fell on Aidan’s face, suddenly asked: “Burton, seems to be very unfaithful lately.”

Aidan did not move a glance at Bruce, vaguely carried over: “Not quite sure, he is adapting very well over there in Dinghai.”

“Then let’s eat.” Old Mr. Grant seemed to be just a casual question, no deeper meaning.

However, it sounded different to the ears of the people here.

Bruce didn’t want to make a scene, so he didn’t answer, but Charlotte muttered meaningfully, “When has he ever been honest.”

Aidan was angry, but not in front of Old Mr. Grant.

The daughter and Bruce’s feelings are deep, this he knows. But Burton, in the end, is also his own sister’s child, everything too much who’s face is not good.

A meal, we each have a mind to finish eating, a short break and then together to go to the side yard.

Dr. Hunter of the medical team, led by two nurses, waited in the living room early, saw Old Mr. Grant enter, immediately came forward to say hello.

Mr. and Mrs. Aidan also sat down and said some words of comfort, while Bruce went to the side for treatment, accompanied by Lindsey and Charlotte.

After about 20 minutes, Dr. Hunter came out of the treatment room and cheerfully reported to Old Mr. Grant, “The muscle tests are responding autonomously, and I believe that in a little while we will be back to normal.”

“Really!” Old Mr. Grant was overjoyed and stood up to look at him, “Are you sure?”

Dr. Hunter was looking at his legs and stomach, but still replied stiffly: “Really, I have specially tested three times, and the results are the same.”

“Good, good …” Old Mr. Grant paced twice around the living room with his hands behind his back and his mouth agape.

Aidan was also pleased with the result, and all his previous discontent with Lindsey had vaguely dissipated.

Bruce exited the treatment room, and the family gathered for a little more small talk before dispersing.

After sending Old Mr. Grant away, Lindsey waved her hand at Charlotte, yawning with exhaustion: “Sis, I’m going to take a nap, you let Bruce stay with you.”

“All go and rest, people are back, when can’t we talk.” Charlotte smiled understandingly, her eyes moved to Dr. Hunter: “I still have some small questions to ask, will it bother Dr. Hunter?”

“No, it won’t …” Dr. Hunter waved his hand politely and followed her to the side room.

Lindsey returned to her own room, a bitter smile unconsciously fluttering at the corners of her lips. When she left, she didn’t think for a moment that she would come back, but she did.

In the afternoon, Old Mr. Grant suddenly sent a driver to take Lindsey and Bruce to Nine Lakes Mountain.

On the way, Lindsey looked at her luggage in disbelief and asked in a small voice, “Was Grandpa’s decision too sudden?”

“He’s probably worried that it’s not safe for me to be over at the old house.” Bruce tenderly hooked his lips: “Not willing to give up?”

Lindsey raised her eyes, looked at him, and teased, “I’m heartless, how could I not give up.”

“You are heartless.” Bruce lifted his chin.

Lindsey was choked by his words, and suddenly smiled unkindly, sneakily reached out to pinch the soft flesh under his armpit and grabbed it fiercely.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch …” Bruce was in pain, even though he deliberately suppressed his voice, the sound of screaming scared Lindsey.

She looked at his uncomfortable appearance and said nervously, “How about I rub it for you?”

Seeing the scheme succeeded, Bruce involuntarily leaned over and smiled slowly and deliberately: “You can come back with me, it works better than a panacea, it doesn’t hurt anywhere with you.”

“Bruce!” Lindsey gritted her teeth and couldn’t resist pinching the flesh on his leg and pulling hard.

At first Bruce did not think, the muscles on the leg is not sensitive to pain, but when he found that she pinched the position, seems to be a bit wrong, handsome face “Teng” a red to the root of the ears.

“Bear with the pain!” Lindsey saw him blush, did not think much of it, the place where the hand even moved forward, threatened: “Next time take advantage of me, careful I will waste you.”

You’re almost going to ruin me now, right … Bruce couldn’t bear to stare at her hand, bitter a face pleading in a small voice: “How long to pinch?”

“You feel it?” Lindsey still didn’t think much of it: “It’s right to feel, and it’s not in vain that my grandfather was tired for so long.”

“Grandpa did work hard …” Bruce could no longer imagine his face, Lindsey’s calmness made him have mixed feelings: “How much longer is enough?”

“Whenever I’m happy, I’ll let go.” Lindsey turned around and suddenly leaned over, almost to his forehead, and smiled mischievously, “You have a problem with that?”

The warmth of her breath, with her distinctive medicinal scent, tingled across her cheeks, scratching the tips of her heart like a cat’s claw, Bruce stiffened his spine, his eyes fell on her sexy collarbone, and the heat became even harder to bear.

The distance was too close, and Lindsey, realizing as an afterthought that something was wrong with him, sat back abruptly and withdrew her hand with a flourish, “Forget it, I’ll spare you this time.”

Bruce was sweating profusely, panting heavily, full of inappropriate thoughts for children, but also put on a grateful face as if he had been pardoned: “I’ll try to get your permission next time.”

Lindsey stalled, soft boneless hands once again over the root of his leg, a fierce smile: “What did you say …”