My Lord, My Billionaire Master

"Didn't you eat?" Alice looked at him in shock. Didn't he go to the lunch hall? What was going on?

"Yes."

"Then you ...

"I want to eat again."

"But didn't you give it to me? I'm still hungry." Alice was depressed, because she was still hungry.

William elegantly chewed on a piece of meat, with his black eyes swept across her, and said, "Then stay hungry, go back home to eat. I want to eat more."

The Japanese food prepared by the restaurant just now was extremely unpalatable.

He still wanted to eat what she had made.

Alice held her forehead with a headache.

He didn't even need to eat two meals, yet he still wanted her to make another

meal for him who was starving? He had no conscience.

Did he really mean what he said to her, not what he said?

Once they returned to Port of Heaven, William immediately threw Alice into the

kitchen to busy herself, not giving her any chance to rest.

You like to eat the prawns in my mouth so much,then eat.

Alice threw all the prawns into the wok, filled with anger towards William.

A shadow pressed down on her from the side. She turned around and saw that William had changed into his house clothes, the lighter color made him look more refined, and he didn't look as crazy and aggressive as he usually did.

William placed a hand on her shoulder and lowered his head to watch her make fried prawns.

His fingers were warm, and there was an unutterable intimacy in the way they rested on her. He held her as naturally as a boyfriend hold his girlfriend, but she was not used to it.

Alice frowned, pretending that she did not see it, she continued to throw the prawns into the pot.

William stared at the prawns in the pot thoughtfully, then suddenly asked in a low voice, "Why don't you cook English breakfast?"

There was a hint of disdain in his tone.

"I won't." Alice said, her heart was a little depressed, when did cooking English breakfast become a content that she had to know?

"Then learn from today onwards." William gave the order.

"Why?" Alice looked at him in shock, "Wouldn't it be fine if you didn't want to invite a chef to cook for you?"

Previously, when he had eaten what she cooked, he hadn't been picky. Whatever she cooked, he would tolerate it. He even picked up the cuisine department? Was he really going to force her into a corner?

"No, you must learn."

William said in a deep voice. He looked down at her somewhat dissatisfied face and spoke with a very overbearing tone.

"I don't want to."

Alice rejected him. She was a cartoon painter, not a chef.

Hearing that, William's face darkened, the pressure on her shoulders increased, "You must know how to make English breakfast, otherwise, how will you bring our child back to England in the future? How can you please my parents?"

Alice was hurt by his hand, but hearing his words she opened her eyes wide in shock, "What? Going back to England?"

What do you mean, take your child back to England in the future?

Where did she get the children, and why did she go back to England?

William glanced at her, then slowly lowered his head to get closer to her face. The thin lip stuck close to her skin like it could be blown away easily, "Sooner or later, you have to bear a child for me. This child's surname is Cullen, so naturally, you and the child have to return to the Cullen."

He was very close to her, and his breathing was a bit ambiguous.

Alice looked at him blankly, "You want to Mary me?"

British the Cullen.

Take the child there.

Did he mean that?

In her mind, preparing for the birth of a child and meeting one's parents were the steps before marriage.

"Mary?" William looked at her, his black eyes stared blankly for a moment, and a dazed look flashed across his handsome face.

In that moment, Alice understood what he meant.

He never thought of Marying her. He just had a little interest in her, wanted to possess her, and wanted her to give birth to his baby, in other words, he wanted her to be his lover or something like that.noveldrama

Thinking about it, Alice could not help but laugh bitterly.

Should she be grateful that he was not ready to Mary her, or should she be saddened by the fact that he had turned her into an outsider?

William lowered his gaze and saw the bitterness on the side of her lips. He thought that she was sad that he couldn't get married and couldn't help but frown, extending his hand to pinch her chin as he turned her face towards him.

He fixed his gaze on her beautiful almond-shaped eyes and said in a deep voice, "Alice, listen up. I can't give you a marriage, but staying by my side is definitely better than Marying any ordinary man."

He had absolute confidence in himself.

Alice looked at him silently.

Was this a comfort to her?

Yes, he's William, the richest man in the world. Even if he lost some pocket money, an ordinary man wouldn't be able to earn it in their entire lives.

However, everyone's pursuit of material things was different, and she was the kind

of person who would be satisfied if she earned enough money.

Of course, she couldn't explain all this to him clearly. After all, he was the

paranoia.

"I can give you anything but marriage." William said as he stared at her. This was

the first time he made such a huge promise to a woman.

The first time.

It was the only time.

"Got it."

She pushed his hand away and continued cooking. Some of the the prawns had already been fried to a golden color in the frying pan.

William thought that she had understood, and said arrogantly, "As long as you know, that's good. Quickly learn to cook English breakfast, my parents are very picky about their food."

With that, William lowered his head and fiercely kissed her on the cheek before walking out of the kitchen.

Alice stood where she was, wiping her face, and frowned.

She had to make William lose interest in her, otherwise, she would really be forced to give birth to a child for him.

William walked out of the kitchen and lazily stuffed both of his hands into his pockets. Under his thick eyebrows, a look of thought flashed through his eyes.

Marriage.

This woman originally wanted to get married. Cullen's marriages involved a lot of things and were always decided by the family. Only by doing this could they maintain the prosperity and stability of the Cullen for generations.

Born in the Cullens, he had no objections to such a decision.

Unfortunately, Alice did not have a high birth, and was only an adopted daughter.

She was destined to not be able to enter the Cullen's gates fair and square, otherwise, Marying her would not be bad for him.

He wondered what she looks like when she wears in a wedding dress?

William thought as he entered the dining hall and sat down at the dining table, waiting for her.

Not long after, Alice carried a plate of delicious delicacies onto the table, and made two plates with the prawns.

William sat there and stared at her movements.

Alice went in and out of the kitchen and could feel William's gaze sweeping across her over and over again.

He had been staring at her this way ever since he had overbearingly admitted that

he was interested in her.

This gaze gave her the illusion that she had been dissected.

It was too uncomfortable.

She didn't know what to do, so she just ignored him.

As the dishes were all carried to the table, Alice didn't look at him at all. She picked up her chopsticks and started to eat, but it was obvious that William wasn't

willing to let her off so easily.

"Alice." He suddenly called her name.

"Yes." She lowered her head and answered.

"Alice."

"What is he trying to do?" Alice speechlessly raised her head and looked at him.

When her gaze fell upon his eyes that were as deep as the ocean, she felt like she was being sucked in, causing her to be stumped for words. She immediately avoided his gaze and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing." Only then did he pick up the chopsticks and start picking up the dishes. Suddenly, he asked again, "Why are you called Alice?"

Is he free right now? He actually started studying her name.

Alice continued to stuff the food inside and ignored him.

"Alice." William sat in front of the table, his long fingers spinning the chopsticks in

his hand, his gaze fixed on her body and slowly chanting her name. It was an incomparably sexy voice, "I can't forget about you."

He couldn't forget.

Alice's body trembled as she raised her head to look at him in shock.

"Am I right? So that's what it means." Realizing that his guess was right, William

smirked, "I can't forget."

An interesting name.

He hadn't noticed it before.

Alice listened to him talking and memorizing everything, one of the strings in her body was ruthlessly touched.

When she was young, her foster mother hugged her and said that she would never forget, that both of her daughters loved each other dearly. Later on, Patrick also said that he would never forget her, but what happened in the end? "Who can not forget else?" Alice laughed bitterly.

Her name was one of the biggest ironies in the world, and she could never be forgotten. But in the end, how many people would remember her?

"I won't forget you!" Seeing the bitterness on her lips, William said in a low voice,

and said every word with great force.

Alice looked at him in shock, "What?"

"I won't forget you." William sat opposite to her, his black eyes staring fixedly at

her as he spoke slowly.

Alice was stunned, she lowered her head and looked at the man in front of him, her heart violently shaken.

A person who was always forgotten by those around, suddenly heard someone

say to her resolutely and decisively, I won't forget you! To her, this was much more pleasing than the word 'I love you'.

However, the other party was a vile man.

Her heart was still shaken.

Alice stared blankly at him for a long time before lowering her eyes. She pushed a

mouthful of rice and did her best to conceal the shock she had received. "Eat."

"I will call you Alice from now on."

William said as he gave her a nickname. Only then did he lower his head and begin to eat.

The word Alice came out of his mouth with an indescribable intimacy.

Alice's hand that was holding onto the chopsticks trembled, and she continued to

eat, and continued to feel William's gaze on her. Did he really have to stare straight at her?

Daniel walked in, holding a stack of documents. He walked to their table and said respectfully, "Young Master, these are the documents you brought back from the company, I need your signature."

"Put them aside."

"Yes, young master."

Daniel nodded, but just as he was about to leave, William called out to him, "Go

and invite a chef who cooks British food, call him teach Alice how to cook."

"Yes, young master."

Daniel stopped to look at William, only to see him staring at Alice as he spoke.

William was also staring at him as he ate. His line of sight never moved away from

her.

Was Miss.Clyne's be his current meal?