Chapter 57
I felt my heart trembling, and I realized that I''d lost my strength to struggle too
Suddenly, I remembered those two years.
In that cold apartment, Bruce had carefully tucked my feet into his arms and said that he wanted to use his body heat to drive away the long winter
nights for me.
But in reality, it was just an excuse.
What he really wanted to do was to do it with me throughout the night.
And at this moment, just like when he did then, he seemed dangerous yet captivating.
Suddenly, my phone rang
It was Cindy.
This hit me hard, and I was forced back to reality.
"Mr. Harold, Ms. Lane is calling,” I reminded Bruce.
At the mention of Cindy, Bruce finally loosened his embrace.
Simultaneously, the light also miraculously turned back on, and its ring light seemed to illuminate all the awkwardness and embarrassment lurking
in the dark.
Cindy''s sobbing voice came through the receiver, "Bruce, I''m not feeling well right now. Can youe pick me up?"
Bruce rubbed his temples and paused for a moment before saying, “Send me the address."
After hanging up the phone, Bruce hesitated. He looked like he wanted ta say something but didn''t know how to say it.
I met his gaze and frankly said, “You should go. Ms. Lane will be angry if you''rete."
Bruce acted as if I''d said some absurd joke, and his gaze darkened.
I calmly asked, "Is there anything else, Mr. Harold?"
With a cold snort, Bruce quickly left.
Then, the ce fell silent again, and only the sound of wind whistling through the dying branches could be heard
The next morning, I unexpectedly received a call from a renovator saying that he wanted to make an appointment with me to install heaters in the
office.
I was puzzled, but after confirming the time with the renovator, I suddenly recalled the scene fromst night and immediately called Bruce.
On the other end of the line, Bruce calmly said, "It''s too cold in Joddesdon and Saza. I don''t want any dys in the project."
The renovator told me that the heater instation had been paid, and it wasn''t a small amount either.
"You shouldn''t have, Mr. Harold." I chose my words carefully. "Our air conditioning works just fine.”
"I just want Cindy to be morefortable while working. Why are you rejecting it, Ms. Fisher?" Bruce hummed
So, he was worried about Cindy getting cold.
Since he put it that way. I had to ept it. "Then let me thank you on everyone''s behalf, Mr. Harold.”
After hanging up, I sighed softly. Then. when I turned around, I saw Cindy standing behind me.
Our eyes met, and I could see the suspicion in her gaze.
She was the one whe broke the silence. "Was that Bruce on the phone, Nance?”
I nodded.
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Then, Cindy added, "Don’t get me wrong. Nance. I just happened to see Bruce''s GPS log and saw that he was here. But
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and me, right?”
What a kind way of putting it.
I, amere paid worker, had be a noble peacemaker.
I calmly replied, "Actually, Mr. Harold was preparing a surprise for you."
Cindy quirked a brow. "Really?"
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