My Lord, My Billionaire Master

A―fter a French kiss, William let her go as if he still had something to say. He stared into her slightly swollen eyes, "Alice, I'm not afraid to explain myself to you today! I, William, want you! I want your heart! I don't need your thanks!"

Alice was in his arms tyrannically with his breath on her lips. She looked at him and did not say anything for a long time.

There was nowhere for her to hide from his power.

"Therefore, in the future, don't put on such a face in front for me. You know what I want!" William stared at her and roared.

Such insolence.

Alice lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time.

Facing such a William, she really did not know what to say.

The wind blew over the sports car, over her face, warm.

After a long while, Alice slowly crawled out of his embrace, and looked outside. All

she saw was a wasteland, with weeds growing everywhere, and from afar, there was a long broken wall, torn down from the inside.

There was a kind of barren beauty.

As William sat in the car, his handsome face revealed traces of anger due to her distancing him, causing him to feel extremely depressed.

His black eyes looked at her. Alice got off the car, stepped over the weeds, and slowly walked towards the broken wall with her slim legs. The sunlight fell on her face, making her skin seem especially white.

She walked further and further away.

William looked at her back as she got further from him. His chest felt a bit uncomfortable, so he immediately opened the door and got off the car.

His shoes were dirty, and he frowned as he followed her footsteps.

"What are you doing?"

William looked at her and asked.

Alice walked to the mottled old and broken wall. This wall was very long, and the marks on it told stories without a sound.

Alice looked at it for a long time before she said lightly, "It would be great if there was that kind of graffiti."

"Spray paint?" William repeated.

"Well, after I learned to paint, I'd come out and spray walls whenever I was in a bad mood." Thinking about when she was young, Alice couldn't help but laugh when she stood in front of the broken wall, "When I was eleven years old, someone even caught me before, because I drew randomly on their wall."noveldrama

William looked at her.

Alice put a strand of hair behind her ear, and said self-deprecatingly: "Did you not think that I would be such a rebellious person?"

William stood there, listening to her slightly soft voice, as his black eyes focused on the tip of her eyebrows that were slightly raised.

He wasn't surprised that she did things like spraying walls. She was a little rebellious in her bones, he had already seen that.

"You want to be a good girl to please your family, that's why you're acting like

this." William growled, and revealed her true personality.

Hearing that, Alice was stunned, she looked at William's face in shock.

She never thought that William would actually understand her so well.

When she was young, she was indeed a tough girl. She dared to do anything and fight to her heart's content. However, since her adoptive parents didn't like her, she did her best to be a good girl and follow the rules.

But so what? She was abandoned.

Alice took a step back, and laughed at herself as a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes.

"Let's go buy spray paint."

William suddenly said.

"Buy spray paint?" Alice was stunned.

"Go! Do whatever you want, and don't hold your personality! " William pulled her towards the direction of the sports car, "This wall is not enough, I will find a few more for you! Do you have enough walls to paint the City Hall?

Such insolence.

So arrogant.

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City Hall building? He was able to think of something.

Forced to be pulled away by him, Alice looked up at the side of his face, her mood felt a little strange.

He was being too kind to her now.

She was clearly such a self-centered, irritable person, but because of her bad mood, he didn't even go to the company. He accompanied her out for fun, and now he had accompanied her to buy spray paint.

But she really couldn't give him what he wanted.

Her heart had long lost with Patrick's amnesia. She couldn't even find it, so how could she give it to him.

"Wait."

William suddenly stopped and pulled her to the end of the broken wall.

Alice lowered her eyes and looked, she saw a bag of art spray cans inside the grass, and she exclaimed in joy, "It seems there is someone else of the same kind here."

She bent down and picked up a can of spray paint. She looked at the date, and it

was new.

She looked around and saw no one. "Why would anyone throw these spray paint here? Won't it be a while before you come?"

"New?"

William's black pupils darkened. How could there be a new spray can in the wasteland outside the wilderness?

There's a problem.

"Since there's no one here, I'll spray it out first. I'll buy it and return it to him later."

Alice did not notice the doubt on William's face. She used the spray can and directly sprayed it on the wall.

With a gentle wave of her slender arm, a streak of bright red paint was imprinted on the wall.

William stood at the side and stared straight at her as she sprayed water on the wall.

She did this with great skill, her small hands gripping the lacquer jar and painting bright ribbons across the walls.

William's phone rang. It was the company who called to inquire about some matters.

He walked back to the car and sat down. He put the phone to his ear and lowered his voice.

She stood in front of the wall, completely immersed in spitting out strands of color. Her wrist moved very quickly, her slightly swollen eyes were currently clean and focused, her face had a divine splendor flying around. She was even more pleasing to the eyes than the color on the wall.

At the end of the wall, a slender figure stood by the wall, watching her from afar. After a while, the figure slowly turned around and walked in another direction. A face was exposed under the sun, it was Patrick.

On the other side of the wall was a white Porsche convertible.

Patrick walked to the carriage and sat on the Driver. Under his short brown hair,

his face had a haggard look, and his eyes were filled with loneliness.

On the Driver at the side, there was a bag of spray can.

In the past, Alice just liked to paint on the walls when she was unhappy, to vent the unhappiness in her heart.

He had crossed the city overnight to buy a spray can, but he didn't know what reason he had to find her.

In Port of Heaven, he parked the car until she came out.

When she walked out of Block A, she was carried out by William.

He could only watch as she and William left the house, catching up and following them like a madman. In the end, he could only secretly place the spray can there and let her display her drawing skills in front of another man.

She showed all her brilliance to another man.

He peeped like a thief.

Patrick sat on the Driver, his lonely and gloomy face reflected in the rear view mirror. He slowly pressed his right hand to his chest, the place where he felt pain was as being twisted by a blade.

A breeze blew his elegant short hair.

Alice.

You know, I've recovered my memory.

Patrick slowly closed his eyes. He still could not go find her, and he had many things to take care of.

However, would she still be there after he was done with everything? Patrick looked at the long broken wall. With the wall, he could not see Alice.

In this world, there were many people who lived two worlds behind a single wall.

On the other side of the broken wall, Alice had already painted half of the wall, a scenery that a rainbow after raining.

After William finished making the call in the car, he turned around and saw that Alice had already entered into a very high profile state. Both of his hands were holding onto spray cans, as she quickly painted on them.

Under the rainbow on the wall was a black house, a black bridge, and a black amusement park.

Except for the rainbow, everything else was black.

William got off from the car, walked to her side with his long legs and asked, "Why

is it all black?"

Was her life so dark?

Alice laughed lightly, and said, "I will draw whatever color I get."

"I wouldn't believe you." William glanced at her, bent down and picked up a jar of

paint, holding it in his hand, he sprayed the paint on her black house.

"What are you doing?"

Alice looked at him in shock.

"Alice, remember, even if you lead a mess. But I, William, am around, I won't

make you look terrible!"

With that, William sprayed towards the black amusement park even more

forcefully.

His voice was another soul - stirring confession.

Alice stood there in a daze, her heart trembling fiercely. She saw that there was

no longer any black on the wall, and it was a mess of colors.

This really brought out a lot of color.

Yeah, why bothered so much? So what if she was abandoned by her family?

Even if she was in a mess, she had to show her own colors.

Alice thought for a while, then picked up a colored jar and spat on the wall. She

did not care about the composition, she only wanted to spray one color after another towards the wall.

William carried her from the back and threw a spray of her small hands at the wall.

Alice did not refuse.

She raised her eyes and looked at William. A stately CEO of N.E. would actually accompany her in the wilderness, no one would believe it even if she told others.

By late afternoon, the entire long, broken wall had been showered with colors, a mess of colors.

It looked very satisfying.

Alice was in a much happier mood as she looked at William, "Are you hungry?

Shall we go eat?"

He was an angry foodie, and she didn't dare let him starve.

"Right. Let's go." William threw down a can of spray paint, walked towards her,

and hugged her as he walked towards the sports car.

It was just in the wilderness, there were no good places to be found. Alice prepared to buy some paint jars to send back, or the person who liked smearing walls would feel very depressed seeing the spray can being stolen.

The closest was a small town.

William parked his car outside a shop, and the luxurious sprint instantly attracted

many gazes.

Alice was the first to walk into the shop, she looked at the rows of spray can, and said to the owner: "Boss, I want some Larry graffiti spray cans."

"Larry?" The owner was reading the newspaper. He looked up at her with his honest face and said, "Larry is a brand from a long time ago. You can't even enter a normal store now."