Chapter 62 You Are Dressed Less Than I Am Dressed In


    On a wooden bench outside the garden house, Bruce squatted down and helped her rub Miss. Jean'' s


    sprained ankle. The lights in the yard reflected in his deep eyes, and he looked empty and mysterious.


    "Miss. Jean, I''ll keep that in mind and never forget."


    She lowered her body slightly, and her slender, white finger touched the back of his hand. The move


    was like touching the wound, but it identally touched him.


    As his hand slid to the other side, he was much closer to her. Suddenly, he felt some cold water drop


    on his warm skin. He looked up at her with a hint of pity in his eyes. "Jean, did you cry? Does it hurt? "


    Miss. Jean grabbed his hand and tears streamed down her beautiful face. She asked stubbornly,


    "brother Bruce, do you really love me?"


    He grabbed her wrist and put it on the chair, so hard that she couldn''t resist. But his face was full of


    tenderness. He gave her a doting smile and said, "Miss. Jean, you are my favorite sister."


    Jean crazily waved her hands and shouted excitedly, "Bruce, I don''t want to be your sister. I, for so


    many years, you should know my feelings for you. I like you, you and auntie like me. Why did you


    refuse a blind date? "


    As he rested one of his hands on the bench, he cast a sharp and narrow nce at her and found that


    her face flushed all of a sudden. He said in a cold and calm voice, "Miss. Jean, a blind date is arranged


    for those unmarried men and women who you have never seen before. But we have been with each


    other from childhood to adulthood. We know each other well. Is it necessary for us to go on a blind


    date? "


    "Bruce, I didn''t mean the blind date! As you know, a blind date is not for making the man and the


    woman know each other, but for...... "


    But what? Polly held her breath and tried to curl up in the dense branches and leaves. Although she


    knew that the people outside didn''t know she was here as long as she didn''t make any sound, she still


    felt scared.


    It was the first time that she had eavesdropped on somebody else''s conversation, and it was done by


    Bruce and Miss. Jean.


    At this moment, a girl''s scream came into his ears. In a panic, she apologized, "I''m sorry, Bruce, Miss.


    Jean. I, i..."


    It was Rachel who came back. Why was she so rash? She had offended Bruce and Miss. Jean, so


    Bruce certainly wouldn''t me her. But, if she did, Miss. Jean would hate her and probably take


    revenge on her.


    Besides, Polly was at a loss. If they went on talking, would she hear what she wanted to hear? She


    was shocked by her thought.


    What would she like to hear? Even if he said no to her, that was not for her.


    Bruce was a man of decision. He would never change his mind once he had made a decision. He


    would not change his mind once he knew that Jean cried. The truth was that he couldn''t bear it, and he


    didn''t want to disappoint Jean.


    She had to bear in mind every moment that the man stayed with her because he was a gay. He cannot


    give Jean things that a normal man can give his wife. He had to get married and have children, and he


    could take her as the mission toplete.


    As for the gentleness he asionally showed, it might be due to guilt.


    Still in panic, Rachel spoke incoherently, "Bruce, Miss. Jean, just ignore me. No, you didn''t do anything.


    Sorry. I said something wrong every time I was nervous. I''m so sorry. I''m really sorry. You may


    continue. I should go now. "


    Continue what?


    Looking at their interaction, Polly couldn''t help but feel confused. What did they do just now? But


    Rachel said that they did nothing. Since they did nothing, why was she so nervous?


    It was nothing more than the instinctive concealment of her sudden encounter with the indecency of the


    two men.


    The prolonged time of lying on the ground made her feel a little dizzy and her feet a little numb. She


    held the wall of the garden house and stood up bit by bit.


    She really couldn''t stay in this ce any longer. She just hoped that the people outside could leave as


    soon as possible.


    A sound of running came from outside. It sounded like someone''s voice. It was likely that Rachel had


    escaped.


    "But, wait!" Bruce''s maic voice broke through her beating heart. "Haven''t Polly been with you?"


    "Dear Polly. She... She seemed to be still here just now. I made a call, but she disappeared. Don''t


    worry, Bruce. I''ll go and find her. "


    Hearing that, Polly breathed a sigh of relief. At least, Rachel hadn''t told Bruce that she was in the


    garden house, and she had been eavesdropping on him chatting with Miss. Jean.


    However, the next moment, Bruce said in a cold voice mixed with the night wind, which sounded harsh,


    "but, you said Polly right here? Where is she? "


    "I, I really don''t know. I will call her to try!"


    Rachel asked in a different tone. She could imagine how helpless and delicate she was under the cold


    gaze of Bruce.


    "What''s the number of Polly?" Her voice was trembling like a fallen leaf waving in the cold wind.


    Polly was startled and immediately turned her phone to mute when she dialed the number. Luckily,


    Rachel was not as fast as her. She didn''t hear the phone ring immediately.


    "Bruce, she''s on the phone! Or you can call her yourself. "


    Understanding immediately that it was not because she was flustered that she did not call. It was


    because she did not call at all. He had just reminded her to give her time to think about it.


    In case that Brian would call her, she immediately dialed back her number. Almost as soon as she


    dialed back, the call was connected. Then she started the time on the mobile screen. However, the


    music did not ring. She had put it to mute state.


    The phone was connected. Neither of them said a word. She could hear the whistling wind through the


    microphone, as if there was a quick gasp. Her heart was beating fast.


    Maybe she was as nervous as Belinda.


    This trick was schemed under the eyes of an unfathomable man like Bruce. Compared with her, who


    was hiding in the dark, Rachel was more frightened. If it was her, she would definitely not do it.


    Bruce guessed that perhaps her phone call was also busy, so he muttered to himself, "you''ve been


    leaving for so long. Where on earth have her been? Who did you call for such a long time? "


    Hearing that, Rachel changed her tone and said to Bruce quickly, "Bruce, if you want to know who is on


    the phone, you can ask her when we find her. If she don''t tell you, you can even check the record


    secretly. "


    With a half-smile and half reproachful tone, Bruce said, "you''re talking nonsense. Why should I peep at


    her?"


    "Sorry, Bruce. I shouldn''t have said that. Hahaha... "


    However, her mind was sensitive and considerate after all she had worked in a bigpany. She


    unlocked her phone and deleted the call log.


    Although she knew that Bruce would not look at her, she had to be careful. But she had always wanted


    to work for BA. If she was found to have lied to him, it would leave a bad impression on him.


    She knew Rachel was trying to help her. But she didn''t want Rachel'' s career to be ruined because of


    her carelessness.


    Bruce''s smile was as cold as the cloudy night. "All right, Miss. Jean. But can you two go to the vi


    now. I want to find Polly and have a cigarette by the way. "


    With a sense of unwillingness, Miss. Jean said, "Bruce, I..."


    With a rustle of cloth, Rachel tried tofort her considerately, "let''s go, Miss. Jean. It''s so cold


    outside, but I''ve already worn too little, and you''re wearing even less than I''ve worn. You will get sick


    later. "


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    Miss. Jean murmured and her voice was very low, but she was finally dragged away by Rachel. She


    heard them away footsteps.


    Polly waited for a while and didn''t hear any sound, but she dared not to push the door open easily.


    Because she didn''t hear the sound of his leaving. She quietly walked to the door of the flower room and


    looked outside through the transparent ss above it.


    As it was transparent, she didn''t notice it just now.


    If she hade here earlier, she would have seen what was happening outside?


    ''let''s see how he shows up with Miss. Jean...''


    Suddenly, she fixed her eyes on the tall white figure.


    It was less than ten steps from the garden house. He was walking towards the garden house, but


    suddenly stopped there.


    As if she was put in the boiling water, she didn''t dare to move. The blood in her body was surging along


    with the increasing temperature.


    He looked over, surrounded by smoke and staring straight at the door with a hook in his eyes. It didn''t


    last long. Then Bruce turned around and left.


    He was just wearing a white shirt, which was bright and fresh. It was like a white lotus blooming in a


    hazy moon, drifting away slowly in the night wind.


    It was so cold today, but why did he only wear so few clothes


    Polly guessed that the coat must have been given to Jean. Was it a true feeling or a gentlemanly


    manner? What would he do if it was her?


    She didn''t know what it meant when a touch of sadness suddenly emerged in her heart at this moment,


    just like the autumn wind swept over, but when she wanted to capture it, it had already dissipated like


    clouds.


    Rachel because of the fear of ugly, exposed the shoulder, as long as the demeanor does not


    temperature. And the Miss. Jean? Was her chest bare and her back exposed, or was her clothes torn


    apart?


    She shook her head. It was a party of the upper ss. As a socialite, Miss. Jean should always take


    into ount her own image and family''s face. Even if she wanted to strip herself in front of Bruce, she


    still had to pretend to be reserved.