Chapter 543 Did You Pick This Up Somewhere


    After driving away from the hospital, Genevieve nced at Bruce through the rear view mirror.


    He was wearing a ck short-sleeved shirt with a letter on it. Even then, the ck choker was


    still around his neck.


    Curious, she queried, “Why do you like wearing that choker? Is it an essory?”


    “No, it''s to conceal the scar on my neck,” Bruce admitted.


    “What kind of scar would be at the neck?” Genevieve grew all the more curious.


    All of a sudden, something urred to her. She stole another peek at the man through the rear view


    mirror.


    “I read on the news that you were in low spirits for some time after losing the court case against your


    girlfriend and seemingly developed depression. Don''t tell me you lost your mind and inflicted harm on


    yourself?”


    “Yeah.” Bruce stretched his hands to the back of his neck, seemingly wanting to remove the ck


    choker. “Would you like to see the scar, Ms. Rachford?”


    “No!” Genevieve hastily stopped him from doing so.


    In much embarrassment, she murmured, “Pardon my slip of the tongue earlier. I wasn''t deliberately


    reopening old wounds.”


    “It''s okay. All that has long since passed.” As Bruce spoke, he coughed again. Following that, he wound


    down the car window fully for the air to ventte, lest Genevieve got infected.


    Soon, the car arrived at Regality Gardens.


    There were few condominiums in Regality Gardens, and the condominium in which Bruce resided


    happened to be right in front of Genevieve''s condominium.


    Genevieve initially intended to leave after dropping the man off at the building entrance.


    However, Bruce swayed slightly on his feet when alighting from the car, seemingly very much unwell.


    Thus, she decided to go the extra mile and went over to support him, entering the condominium with


    him.


    When Genevieve saw him swiping his ess card for the twenty-third floor, she asked, “Did you buy


    this condominium?”


    In response, Brucemented helplessly, “How could I afford it when it''s so expensive? One of my


    ssmates is very rich. He has gone abroad to work, so he''s lending me his condominium for the time


    being.”


    “In that case, that ssmate of yours is pretty nice,” Genevievemented with a smile.


    The size of Bruce''s unit was simr to Genevieve''s unit, but the overall decor was exceedingly simple.


    Everything was in ck and gray tones.


    It was a style only mature men favored and didn''t suit Bruce at all.


    Noticing that Bruce seemed moments away from copsing, Genevieve told him to go and rest in the


    living room. She, on the other hand, looked around the ce. When she found the pantry, she boiled a


    pot of water.


    A few minutester, she made her way to the living room with a ss of hot water in hand. By then, the


    man was lying on the couch, his face slightly flushed.


    Snagging the box of medicine on the coffee table, she couldn''t help grumbling, “Why didn''t you stay in


    the hospital if you''re feeling so ill? Having an IV drip is far better than taking medicine.”


    “It''s just an insignificant cold, so hospitalization isn''t necessary.”


    Subsequently, Bruce turned his head. At the sight of Genevieve sitting beside him, he urged in a


    hoarse voice, “Ms. Rachford, stay some distance away from me, lest you catch a cold from me.”


    “If it''s that infectious, I would''ve gotten it in the elevator earlier,” Genevieve joked.


    She nced at the dosage on the medicine box and removed two pills, handing them to the man


    alongside the ss of water.


    “Thank you.” Taking the pills from her, Bruce swallowed them with the water.


    He guzzled the water, so a few water droplets trickled down his chin to his neck, disappearing into the


    cor of his short-sleeved shirt. His Adam''s apple bobbed, appearing incredibly bewitching.


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    The instant Genevieve realized that she was staring at him like a sicko, she averted her gaze.


    She glimpsed a car key on the coffee table, with a small yarn plushie hanging from it.


    It was probably made by a novice, for its eyes were crooked, and its overall appearance was also


    rather unsightly.


    Picking up the car key, Genevieve eximed in surprise, “Did you pick this up somewhere?”


    Amanda previously saw a particr DIY blogger making a small plushie with yarn and grew


    enthusiastic about it, begging her to buy her some yarn before likewise making one.


    She had been carrying it around like an amulet butter gifted it to Armand.