My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 755

- Too stupid, stupid William

"Alice."

Alice turned her head in shock and saw William turning his body and put a corner of the blanket into his embrace. His eyes were still tightly shut as the thin lip moved twice: "Alice, Alice."

Other than these three words, his mouth had no other words.

Alice quietly stood there. Holding onto the corner of the blanket, she suddenly said in a low voice, "I must treat you. Right, cure you!"

Even the tone in his dream was so domineering.

When Alice heard his voice, she felt that her eyes were extremely sore.

William.

Except for work, you're really not smart. Not smart at all.

Too stupid, stupid William.

Alice lowered her eyes and looked at him for a long time before turning around to leave. She walked out of the room, wanting to find a maid to help her buy some makeup lotion.

She walked down the stairs and did not see any servants along the way. Everyone in Lambert Mansion had slept very early and she was not able to find anyone.

Did she want to go out and buy it herself?

Alice thought helplessly. While she was hesitating, she suddenly heard a small voice coming from the door beside him.

"Is anyone here?"

Alice asked loudly, as she walked towards the room. The door was ajar, and with a push, it was pushed open, and a soft cloth floated over, caressing her face.

She pushed open the curtain and walked into an antiquated study. The air was still faintly fragrant from the tea. The windows were all open and a chilly wind blew in, causing the door to move and almost close before bouncing back in again.

So it was this sound.

No one was there.

Just as Alice was about to leave in disappointment, her gaze landed on the books on the shelves. She walked forward and picked up a book and flipped through it.

This handwritten letter was clearly quite old. There was even a scroll at the corner of the letter, and the words on it were almost blurry. The handwriting was delicate and precise.

It was densely packed with records of cases that Lambert had encountered and how he had studied how to treat them.

There was nothing in the consultation room, so Lambert did not look like a professional. She did not expect him to write a handwritten letter, so Alice looked at the bookshelves, where rows of handwritten letters were placed side by side.

They were all handwritten.

So it turned out that all these so-called monstrous geniuses had paid an incomparably difficult price behind their backs that no one knew of. It was the same for William and this Lambert.

Alice placed the letter back in place and placed it on the side of the pile. There was a black box with a rather strange pattern on it.

She seemed to have seen this pattern somewhere before.

Alice frowned in confusion, reached out and touched the pattern, and the moment she touched it, she heard an ice-cold voice, "Who allowed you to touch it?"

Alice turned her head around as Lambert stood in front of her in his household uniform.

Their eyes met.

"I heard some noise and came in. Sorry, I didn't mean to break in." Alice said indifferently, and apologized to him.

"What did you touch?"

Lambert's eyes swept across the black box.

"I touched your letter. I didn't expect you to be a responsible doctor. I've recorded all the cases you've treated." Alice said.

He looked at her, sizing her up as if to make sure she telling the truth.

A moment later, Lambert's expression gradually relaxed. His gaze stayed on her for two seconds as a hint of shock flashed across his eyes. "How did you become like this?"

"What?"

Alice asked curiously;what had happened to her.

She was still wearing her heavy makeup, and she was wearing a large, light bathrobe.

Her long hair hung down her shoulders, and she was obviously still the same person, but what was different about her?

"Nothing." He turned around and walked to the window. Picking up the purple clay teapot, he began to brew the tea.

"Then I'll go out first."

Alice did not want to trouble Lambert to find a servant or something like that for her, so it would be better for her to buy it herself. She turned around and was about to leave when she heard Lambert's voice from behind her.

The pile of things on his face?

Alice was stunned for a second before realizing that he was talking about her makeup, and that it was all because of him.

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."

Alice retorted coldly.

"Do you think that's the way he likes you?" He picked up the small teacup and put it to his lips. "Do you think it's interesting to dominate a man?"