The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

And riding, she was already very good at this look without having to be carried.

“There is absolutely no problem with this.” Bruce replied dryly. “Let’s go now if we go.”

Lindsey was lying lazily and didn’t want to move. “Sure, you help me up.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow and smiled away, getting up and gently picking her up off the couch and striding out of the living room.

It was a beautiful day, and the warm sunlight on the body brought warmth.

Lindsey took Bruce’s arm, walked to the car rental place, picked a car, and carefully sat on it.

“Are you okay with this?” Patting the seat, Lindsey wiggled the bell curiously. “If you can’t, you can hire someone to help.”

What can’t he do, underestimate him!

Bruce took off the jacket he was wearing and handed it to her, gracefully rolled up his sleeves and straddled it with style. “You sit still and don’t move.”

“Okay …” Lindsey covered her mouth and laughed for a while before looking down to buckle her seat belt. “Let’s go!”

Bruce looked back and started boarding the car with great energy.

The route to the lake was long, beautiful and peaceful, and occasionally you could see kites floating overhead.

Lindsey couldn’t remember if she had ever been in one of these cars before, but seeing Bruce pedaling so hard still made her heart happy.

It’s only fun when you’re willing to put your body down and give you a ride on three wheels.

“Bruce, do you know how to fly a kite?” The further they went, the fewer the tourists were, and the cars that had left with them earlier were left far behind.

Lindsey was in a happy mood, lying on the seat, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the harsh sunlight, squinting her eyes and looking at the back of Bruce’s head. “Will it?”

“What did you say?” Bruce didn’t hear what she just said, so he had to slow down and turn back to ask, “What did you just say, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“I said you can’t fly a kite.” Lindsey had a sweet smile on her face. “If you can, fly one for me later.”

What’s so hard about flying a kite? How could he be so difficult to do this little thing?

As it turns out, this little thing really put him in a difficult position.

As he watched other people’s kites take off, Bruce got really impatient and had to go get help from Lindsey’s ridicule.

After tossing and turning for most of the day, the kite finally flew up to the sky, but unfortunately Bruce didn’t control it well and broke the line accidentally.

“Hahahaha …” Lindsey sat in a chair in the safety zone, laughing uproariously. “You’d better not release it, it’s too humiliating.”

Bruce scratched his head speechlessly and walked over towards her with the rest of the line.

What’s so embarrassing about not knowing how to fly a kite, really.

“I’m hungry, should we go home for dinner or eat around here?” Lindsey took his hand and pouted pitifully. “Your son is hungry too.”

Bruce looked around and found that there was not a single restaurant within a few hundred meters, so he couldn’t help but feel a little headache.

How did he forget about the meal?

Back home two people are tired, eaten, each occupy a corner of the sofa lying, who do not want to move.

I don’t know how long it took, but Bruce’s phone came in, and he looked at the number and casually slid open the answer button. “What’s up?”

Over here, Cary subconsciously swallowed and said, “There’s still no progress on what you asked to do, we got the video of Miss Three visiting Kayden, but she didn’t say anything, and she went with Rodolfo.”

“Got it, we’re not in a hurry since she’s holding back.” Bruce twisted his brow, his gaze inadvertently falling on Lindsey. “Just keep watching for her movements.”

“Understood.” Cary breathed a sigh of relief and went over the progress of the factory side, and the handover.

Bruce listened carefully for a while, said he’d email him later, and hung up the phone.

“Go back to your room and get some sleep, I see you’re tired too.” Moving to her side, Bruce gazed tenderly into her eyes, “I’ll carry you up.”

“Sure …” Lindsey didn’t really want to move.

What a lazy mess.

I wonder if it will be better after the baby is born.

Carrying her back upstairs to the bedroom, Bruce closed the curtains and changed into his pajamas to lie down on the bed as well.

The calm was temporary, Kaley was able to stay in B City on the pretext of being sick, Old Mr. Grant did not say anything, he was a junior, naturally, can not force her to leave.

Unless, she made her own death.

However, the situation did not develop as Bruce had expected, Kaley is more patient than he thought.

The time passed, the Internet news about Lindsey less and less, almost do not see.

And Lindsey’s due date, too, is getting closer and closer.

As the summer progressed, the flowers in the cottage garden were in full bloom.

This day, Bruce got up in the morning, as usual, accompanied Lindsey in a round of the garden, just came back into the door she changed her face, clutching his hand tightly not to let go. “No, it looks like the baby is coming!”

No? Bruce panicked for a second, immediately picked her up and rushed to the garage, grabbed the car and immediately left for the hospital.

On the way, Bruce comforted Lindsey for a while and called Old Mr. Grant, Cary, and Edward.

The hospital here was not in a good condition, and Lindsey was pregnant with twins, so she had to go to the military hospital to give birth.

After the call, Bruce’s forehead oozed with sweat and he looked at her nervously through the rearview mirror. “Lindsey, how do you feel now? Can you hold on?”

Lindsey was in so much pain that she no longer wanted to talk, and fell back in her chair grunting as her face turned white. “Hurry up, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold on.”

“I’m accelerating, just hang on a little longer.” Bruce stepped on the gas pedal again and sped along.

Usually 50 minutes to get back to the city, this time he took less than half an hour to drive the car into the parking lot of the military hospital.

The doctors and nurses, who had prepared in advance, carried Lindsey to the hospital bed and rushed her to the operating room.

Bruce followed along, always holding Lindsey’s hand tightly, until he entered the operating room.

As required, he also had to change into a sterile gown.

Bruce was very reluctant, then changed his clothes as quickly as possible and returned to Lindsey’s side again. “Lindsey, how are you doing now?”

“Pain …” The frequent contractions made Lindsey too weak to speak, and beads of sweat, from time to time, rolled down the tip of her nose. “I’m in so much pain, Bruce …”

“I’m here, it really hurts too much, you bite me.” Bruce handily took the towel handed to him by the nurse, wiping her sweat while giving her a pep talk. “It’s okay, it’ll be fine in a minute.”

Lindsey, being a doctor herself, knew that his words were not at all reliable, but still somehow felt at ease.

After the anesthetic was administered, her consciousness drifted and she fell asleep instantly.

Bruce painfully wiped away her sweat, shuddered and lowered his head, kissed her belly deeply, and lowered his voice to murmur, “Brats, be honest or I’ll spank you.”

The nurses on the side were amused by his words, covering their mouths and laughing away.

They have seen a lot of people in labor, but they have never seen him like this, thinking of spanking before the baby is born.

Bruce watched the doctor cut Lindsey’s stomach open and subconsciously held her hand tightly.

If he had known that childbirth would be so hard, he would not have let her have it!

After a long time, the first baby was carefully taken out by the doctor, followed by loud cries.

Bruce didn’t even look at it, waiting for the doctor to take out the other one as well, and immediately asked nervously, “It’s ready to be stitched up, right? Will she be okay?”

“It’s in good condition, don’t worry.” The nurse on the side answered for her, then washed the baby and put it on the small pushchair together. “Mr. Grant, won’t you take a look at the baby?”

“No look no look, you push it out, there are a lot of people waiting to see it outside.” Bruce was so preoccupied with Lindsey that he didn’t care about his son.

The nurse shook her head in amusement, put the wristbands on the children in turn, called her colleagues to join her, and pushed the children out.

Outside the door, Old Mr. Grant, Mr. and Mrs. Aidan, Charlotte, Mack, Edward and others were all there, and after seeing the children, they all congratulated Old Mr. Grant.

“Old Mr. Grant picked up the children, looked left and right, and laughed: “Aidan, what do you think is a good name for them.”

“It’s better to wait for Bruce to come out.” Aidan glanced toward the operating room and pushed back with a smile. “The boy probably hasn’t even looked yet.”

Charlotte sniffed, quietly glanced with Mack, tacitly laughing away.

With Bruce’s nature, this kind of thing he can really do.

After waiting for nearly an hour, Lindsey was finally pushed out, Bruce still holding her hand, and remained unconcerned about his newborn son.

Old Mr. Grant didn’t say a word about him, and didn’t want to let go of the baby.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Back in the hospital room, Charlotte went in to check on Lindsey and immediately arranged for her sister-in-law to make formula for the baby.

Bruce repeatedly made sure Lindsey was okay before he went to check on his son.

The two little ones were still sleeping and their skin was as red as little monkeys.

“Did Grandpa give them names yet?” Bruce reached out and touched their little faces, and asked Charlotte softly, “What’s the name?”

“Not yet, wait for you.” Charlotte just said the baby cried.

The voice was bright and strong, and the little face was already red, and it became even redder when it cried.

Bruce picked up one of them and looked at Charlotte helplessly. “What do I do?”

“Hold his head up a little bit, and then take the milk and feed him.” Charlotte handed over the bottle, correcting his posture as she spoke. “Don’t shake it, and when he starts sucking, put it back on the bed.”

After that, she picked up the other little one who was wailing and brought the pacifier to his mouth.

Bruce watched her movements carefully and thought to himself that this little baby was really hard to serve. Unfortunately, his movements were so loud that his sister-in-law couldn’t bear to watch and let him take the baby away after a couple of feedings.

In the afternoon, Lindsey’s wound didn’t hurt so much, Bruce immediately started to arrange for a transfer to the hospital.

Lindsey still had thoughts about this arrangement, but she was weak and couldn’t object even if she wanted to.

The car left the hospital and drove all the way to the countryside.

Lindsey was lying in the hospital bed, had no idea where the car was going, and didn’t really want to ask. During this time, he had said so much about the family that even if she couldn’t remember anything, she knew someone was out to get her and the baby.

The baby drank milk powder before getting into the car, now lying quietly in the crib, but quite good.

Lindsey looked at Bruce weakly, barely tugging at the corners of her lips. “Where are we going?”

“Home.” Bruce stroked her head and said painfully, “The hospital is full of people and it’s not good for your recovery.”

Well, this reason is actually very far-fetched, but Lindsey can’t do anything about it, so she has to go with him.