Chapter 387

"You scared me to death, why are you here?"

Alice said softly, and then placed her hand on his palm.

This was a form of stage etiquette.

Patrick held her hand tightly and led her to face Guests. The two of them bowed deeply towards the audience.

It was only then that someone recognized Patrick from the lights of the audience. They were all shocked beyond words and broke into a flurry of discussion.

Mona had also noticed it. Her beautiful face was filled with suspicion, Patrick actually did not die? Could it be that Alice's new love affair was really him? No wonder, at the hospital that day, William was so sad.

If Alice was already in love with someone else.

That would be the best thing to do.

A waiter walked over with a . Mona picked up the pen and hurriedly signed a name on it. William's cold voice sounded out beside her.

"From this moment onwards, no one is allowed to leak a single word of what happened tonight!"

William stood there, saying each word in a low voice, while gnashing his teeth seemingly.

He absolutely could not see tomorrow's paper hanging the names of Alice and Patrick together.

"Yes, young master."

Daniel stood at the side and said softly with his head lowered. He then arranged for his bodyguards and Guests s to whisper to each other, so as to not let the news leak out using their phones midway.

Alice was so shocked by Patrick's appearance that she did not even notice when she gently walked down the stairs holding Patrick's hand.

"I suddenly wanted to see you, so I came over."

Patrick whispered as he walked beside her.

The close proximity made Alice realize that she had hurriedly retracted her hand, and said helplessly. "Why do you make it sound like as easy as riding on a plane?"

"Actually." Patrick followed her to the banquet table, and paused for a while before saying, "Actually, I just want to know, who exactly is that new relationship you mentioned?"

Saying that, Patrick gave her a smile that was even deeper.

It was exactly the same smiling expression he had on his message.

"I didn't say that."

Alice said that helplessly, but everyone thought that she was the one who said it.

"Then who is the new relationship that your friend is talking about?" Patrick continued to ask with a smile, the angle of his smile was extremely standard. "Don't laugh like that, I keep thinking about that online expression." Alice was amused by him.

Suddenly, she felt a gaze fall on her, causing her to feel uncomfortable. When Alice looked forward, she saw William standing at the dining table, staring at her with a pair of cold eyes.

Her body could not help but stiffen.

However, Patrick acted as if he didn't see it, and supported her from behind as if nothing had happened, and embraced her as he moved forward.

William's expression was even more terrifying, his handsome face did not have the slightest bit of lechery as he fiercely reached for his wine cup.

Alice looked at William in fear, not knowing what he would do, but Mona quickly held down his hand, held down hard, and smiled, "William, sit down."

Did he want to smash things at this kind of place?

He could afford to embarrass himself, and Mona could not.

I can't sit down.

The only thing he wanted to do now was to smash Patrick's head.

Crazy jealousy and anger raged in every vein of his body.

Patrick actually didn't die, and returned to Alice's side!

Daniel stood behind William and also advised in a low voice, "Young Master, this charity dinner is for the public to watch, so it will take a lot of time and time to clean up, if any news were to leak out, there will only be one person involved."

William was jealous of his ex-girlfriend in public, so the news spread to the UK.

Before Lancaster could become angry, the Master Cullen assassinated the Miss Clyne first.

William pressed William's hand down, he glared at Alice, and Alice also looked back at him. Her eyes looked calm, but in truth, she was a little panicked.

He could not bear to see her afraid.

He jerked his hand away from the glass.

William sat back on the chair, took a deep breath and spoke with a cold voice, "Daniel, I'll give you half an hour. "Or, you can kick out all the random people!" "Half an hour?"

Such a short period of time?

Daniel was a little stunned.

"I can only hold for half an hour." William said while grinding his teeth. He looked down at the watch on his wrist and spoke with a voice as cold as ice, "Fifteen seconds have already passed!"

He only lasted half an hour.

He could only hold on for half an hour. This was his highest estimate of himself.

"Patrick, why did you suddenly come here?" Beverly stood up from the dining table and looked at Patrick with a kind smile. She was very happy.

"I came here when I got free time, Auntie. You are so beautiful tonight."

As if he could not see the bloody rain in William's eyes, Patrick went forward to hug Beverly politely and chat with her.

Alice did not want them to continue their conversation, so she said to Beverly: "Mother, let's go."

She didn't even dare imagine what would happen next if Patrick and William stayed in the same space.

Patrick looked at her and said gently, "I just got off the plane, and I'm here right away. Let me rest for a bit, I don't want to move anymore."

Alice stood there, unable to find any reason to reject his words.

Patrick spoke with the person beside him, and the person immediately gave his seat.

Patrick sat down beside Beverly, and started chatting with her as though there was no one around, and said to Alice: "Alice, why don't you sit for a while." Alice's appearance was too abrupt, so she could only sit down on the side. A pair of eyes couldn't help but look at William.

He saw William sitting there, his body upright, his eyes staring straight at Patrick, who was having fun talking to Beverly. His gaze was colder than a sharp blade. Alice's head was burning.

She really shouldn't have promised her mother to come to this charity dinner. "You're not dead yet!"

William suddenly spoke with an ice-cold voice. Each word seemed to be forced out of his throat with absolute indifference.

His voice broke the fake silence on the dining table.

The corner of Alice's eyes twitched, and her lips tightened.

Patrick chatted with Beverly, and upon hearing that, the smile on his face became even wider. He slowly turned his head to look at William, and with an indifferent and gentle voice, he asked, "Is Mr. Cullen talking to me? "Because your wish, I survived a disaster."

As Alice sat at the side, she had a feeling that her heart was beating quickly. Hearing this, William sneered, "It seems that I have not relied on you for my good fortune."

If he had to rely on his luck, then Patrick should already be completely dead.

He actually didn't die.

How ridiculous, he didn't even receive the slightest bit of information.

Patrick laughed, but did not get angry or retaliate, he only turned his head to Beverly and started chatting.

Initially, Beverly was dissatisfied with William's inappropriate words, but after being comforted by Patrick, she revealed a smile from time to time.

William glared at him.

She actually had a good relationship with Alice's mother.

Alice sat there feeling extremely stressed. She really wanted to leave; she couldn't stay here even for a minute.

Time slowly passed. Halfway through the game, the host announced the break and the guests began to dance.

The music became a quiet tune for a pair of dancers.

Alice was just about to say that she would be leaving, when she heard Mona's voice, "William, let's go dance."

William cast a sidelong glance at the time, and then grabbed Mona's hand, walking towards the dance floor.

Just a moment.

It would arrive in half an hour. He could no longer hold it in, and it was good to leave this table, and he would save the trouble of watching the scene of Patrick and Alice together.

Mona was almost dragged along by William as her hands clenched painfully.

As the two of them walked past Alice, she lowered her head and saw William ruthlessly stomp his foot on her skirt.

This was his way of venting his anger.

It was not easy for him to endure.

Alice sat there silently. After a while, she turned her gaze over.

William and Mona were dancing on the dance floor together. William was jumping a little absentmindedly, one of her hands was even in his pockets, but Mona had perfectly made up for her inadequacies. She had both hands on his shoulders, dancing in a lovely dance step, with a mesmerizing dance style. When William lifted one of her hands, Mona could immediately catch it perfectly and circle around him lightly.

Regardless of appearance or dance, the two of them were the most eye-catching pair on the dance floor.

Alice watched them quietly.

Even if she was not the abandoned adopted dau ter from before, and wa called Young Miss by others, she had no choice but to admit that Mona and William were compatible.

They had similar backgrounds, they had similar education, and there was something that slowly seeped into their bones. Even if it was just a dance, the two of them would be able to catch the means thrown out by each other.

It was too beautiful.

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

She was also dancing with William, but she had never had such a reaction before.

She heard the surrounding guests exclaiming in admiration.

Alice looked at them. Her heart was aching, but she knew that what she did was right, the chemical reaction between her and William would not be very beautiful, it would just form a bottomless abyss.

This was a sorrow that she and William had no choice but to admit.

Alice slowly withdrew her gaze, seeing Beverly, she said again, "Let's go."

"Aren't you going to dance with Chieko?"

Beverly asked.

"I'm tired, Mother."

Alice smiled lightly; she was not in the mood to dance.

After she finished speaking, Alice was suddenly pulled up by Patrick. Patrick held her hand and walked towards the dance floor, using a bit of force in his hand and said in a low voice, "I'll take you, so just jump a little bit."

"I want to go bac."

Alice frowned, she wanted to struggle free from his hands, but Patrick held her hands tightly, forcing her to press them on his shoulders.