CHAPTER 107: CAN YOU BE MORE SERIOUS?

The moment Hilla got out of the car, a figure plunged into her arms. Margaret blinked and sobbed with a red face. "Hilla, you are so cool!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Hilla couldn’t help but frown, "What happened to your voice?"

Margaret rubbed her fingertips in embarrassment and whispered, "I was too excited that I screamed all the time!"

It was just that she had never seen a girl as cool as Hilla. Actually, she had seen women driving cars and seen those cool girls.

But none of them were close to her, so she never had a true feeling.

The moment Hilla crossed the line, Margaret actually had a sense of pride, as if Hilla’s glory was hers, as if she and Hilla shared the same thing.

"It’s me who is racing. What are you so excited about? Don’t worry. I won’t embarrass the Anderson family."

Hilla smiled. She turned around and saw Rigel walking towards her. The young man was as pretty as a picture. Helmet in hand, he landed his deep eyes on Hilla. His lips pursed into a straight line.

"You won!"

Rigel stepped forward, his voice trembling. Perhaps he had not calmed down after the rush, or the shock he felt from the girl upset him.

He thought he was an outstanding man before knowing Hilla. At the very least, he had never felt so ashamed in front of a girl.

Hilla was different from the weak girls he had seen, or girls who seemed to have a different personality. She was independent and strong, and she didn’t need anyone to protect her. She even had the ability to protect others.

"No, we reached the finish line at the same time. It’s just a draw."

Hilla smiled. The confidence on her face stunned Rigel, who couldn’t help but tighten his grip on his helmet.

He straightened his handsome face.

After a long while, the youth said, "No, you won."

In the last turn, Hilla could surpass him and leave him behind, but she deliberately slowed down. Others couldn’t tell, but he could.

She was in the inner circle and could easily surpass him. Hilla slowed down, but she could still reach the finish line with him. This meant that he indeed lost.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, he became more certain about his feelings.

He turned around and was about to leave when he heard someone suddenly say, "I remember now. She is Mrs. Anderson."

"This is Hilla, the first lady in River City, from the Holt family."

Hilla hadn’t heard someone associate her with the Holt family for a long time. She seemed to disappear from sight since the bankruptcy. Half a year was enough to forget her.

This reminded many people. Although she rarely appeared in front of them, they all remembered her name.

Hilla, as it was said, was really beautiful.

"She actually married Bruce and became Mrs. Anderson. Wasn’t Bruce in a vegetative state? Did she become a widow for wealth?"

A cynical voice passed by Rigel’s ear. He stopped suddenly, panicking.

He turned around in surprise. Not far away, a man was walking from the shadow. He gradually exposed himself.

Bruce walked to Hilla’s side and held her waist, bringing Hilla into his arms. He lowered his head to look at her. This scene was extremely sweet.

"Have you had a good time?"

The man’s low voice was a bit hoarse, and his originally cold eyes were now covered with a bit more tenderness.

Bruce lowered his head slightly. His breath was pressed against her ear, and the heatwave he exhaled stirred up Hilla’s hair. Hilla was filled with emotions.

Hilla nodded with a blushing face. There was a hint of shyness in her eyes, and the red and white racing suit on her added some strange colors to her.

"Well, I haven’t driven for a long time. It’s very satisfying."

Hilla told the truth. In the past, she was the daughter of the Holt Family, the first lady in River City. She had to put on the elegant and graceful bearing of a noble lady. She had to dress herself up beautifully.

She rarely followed her father to these business parties. But she would attend parties of her peers.

In front of people, she always had to be gentle and generous, calm and proper, not to lose face. And she could not do anything out of line.

She only secretly played cars. Even Halle didn’t know about it.

That kind of speed let her feel a surge of excitement.

"I don’t know how to do this. Teach me when you have time."

Bruce said in a low voice. Hilla felt that she was surrounded by Bruce’s aura. She couldn’t even hear the people around her.

She nodded. Her smile carried a unique shyness.

Not far away, Rigel looked them in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

The two stood together. This beautiful scene was too dazzling. They were so affectionate that they made people jealous. He couldn’t control his sourness. For the first time, he wanted to stand beside someone so badly.

"God! He is thirty but is still as naive as a school student. I don’t even want to look at him."

On the balcony of the hotel not far away, Riya covered her eyes, feeling speechless.

Then she couldn’t help but peek through her fingers.

Women were gossip in nature, no matter what the situation was.

"You are envious!"

The man beside her shook the wine glass and spoke. His calm and long eyes were full of coldness.

He took a sip of the wine and whispered, "Or are you regretting breaking up with him?"

Riya frowned and put down her hands, "What’s so good about that old-fashioned man who doesn’t even know how to hold a woman’s hand? He could only deceive a twenty-year-old girl like her. However, it is interesting to see him behave in this way. He runs down just because he wants to tell everybody this woman is his."

"Is he old-fashioned? I think he treats his wife quite well. Otherwise, why didn’t I see him declare his sovereignty to you in front of others?"

"Stefan, are you trying to anger me?"

The man raised his eyebrows, looking sternly cool and unmoved, "If you care about him, why did you break up back then? Since you broke up with him, why are you still standing here and watching?"

Riya’s face turned cold. She was no longer as happy as before. She said in a low voice, "You know what? If a man doesn’t love you, you shouldn’t let him hinder you." Then, she smiled, "Even though we broke up, I still want to see how he would be when he falls in love. I like his wife."

Bruce was so nervous that he didn’t even finish speaking. He just ran downstairs without looking back!

...

Riya looked at the man and woman who were hugging each other downstairs. She seemed to feel the hot aura of the man from several feet away.

Bruce had never looked at her like this, nor had he ever hold her waist so intimately.

In the past, she had thought that a man like Bruce must be depressed and cold as if he was born to be indifferent to women.

Now she realized that she was wrong. He was not indifferent to women, but he didn’t like them. He also didn’t like her.

Riya rested her chin on her hand and leaned her arm against the railing in front of her. She looked at the couple not far away and said, "Although I don’t want to admit it, it seems like Bruce has never loved me."

She still remembered the time when she walked up to Bruce and smiled, "You’re not young anymore, and I’m not young anymore. It seems very embarrassing that we have never been in a relationship at our age. Why don’t we give it a try? And then others won’t worry about us being alone all the time!"

She had said it very casually at that time and hoped there was a slight possibility.

She was surprised that Bruce would agree without even thinking about it.

Their relationship was so magical and quick to determine!

She was the only woman by Bruce’s side. She had once thought that after a long time, he might fall in love with her. Even if he didn’t love her, he would get used to her being by his side.

Later, she found that she was wrong. Even when they broke up, he was so calm. He said, "We had tried. We’re not the right person for each other!"

She forced a relationship with him, and it ended just like that.

At that time, Riya felt that it was ridiculous. A man like Bruce would probably be lonely in his life without her. However, later ... Bruce got married.

Stefan glanced at her and said in a serious voice, "But you still love him. Haven’t you thought of snatching him back?"

Riya frowned and looked at Stefan with eyes full of confusion. She thought Stefan looked like a villain.

"When I had him, he didn’t love me. Why do I have to have him when he loves someone else? Since he is in the past, it proves that he is not worthy of my appreciation. Moreover ... I don’t like to be a melodramatic and vicious ex-girlfriend."

She didn’t like the plot in the dramatic drama, and she was even more unwilling to be the female supporting actor who was vicious.

Although Bruce had had a relationship with her, it did not mean that he was the only male lead in her life. It also did not mean that the woman Bruce had fallen in love with was the female lead. Riya thought, "No matter where I go, I am the female

lead!"

Stefan looked sideways at the woman in front of him. The smile on Riya’s delicate face was particularly attractive at this time.

He faintly said, "If you love him, of course, you should take him back."

"Are you a bandit?"

Riya rolled her eyes, stood up with a look of disdain, and turned to leave gracefully.

Stefan looked at the bright red wine glass in his hand and smiled, "I really want to be a bandit."

Hilla followed Bruce to the hotel under everyone’s surprised and envious gazes.

Margaret, who was behind them, hugged Lily and shouted in a hoarse voice, "My brother and Hilla are a match for each other. They are a perfect match, aren’t they? I will kill anyone who says they are not a match."

The people who had ridiculed and scoffed at Hilla earlier all took a step back in silence.

Someone whispered in disbelief, "Is she really Mrs. Anderson?"

"How could a down and out girl be Bruce’s wife? I’m afraid she recommended herself when Bruce was lying in bed. After all, at that time, the Andersons might have thought that Bruce would never wake up, so they let her in and become a widow."

"I think so. Even if the Holt family doesn’t go bankrupt, they can’t get close to the Anderson family. Hilla was once the number one socialite in River City, but it was only because of her beautiful face. How noble does she think she is?"

"I saw Miss Marley inside just now. She entered the same lounge as Mr. Anderson."

The last sentence was said softly and carefully as if she was afraid that someone around her would kill her, but what she said was indeed true.

A girl around heard this and sneered. Her eyes were full of malevolence and jealousy as she said, "Mr. Anderson was probably forced to marry Hilla when he was sick. Now that he is awake, he naturally will not like this arranged marriage."

"Every in River City knows that Miss Marley and Mr. Anderson are the first love of each other. The two of them are so affectionate. Mr. Anderson was forced to marry someone else. When he recovered from his illness, he naturally wanted to be with the woman he loved. First love is unforgettable. It seems that Hilla won’t be Mrs. Anderson for long."

"This kind of woman is most likely coveting the power of the Anderson family. After all, she was a lady and she must want to be a lady forever."

Not far away, Rigel stood in his original position for a long time.

He stopped not far away from Hilla, but she never looked up at him.

Hilla walked to the entrance of the hotel with Bruce and suddenly remembered that

she was still wearing the clothes for car racing.

"My clothes ... I’m afraid it won’t be good to go in like this."

"It doesn’t matter. I’ll take you to get changed," Margaret said suddenly.

Margaret suddenly jumped out from her side, startling Hilla.

Hilla turned to look at Bruce, who had loosened his arm around her arm and followed Margaret to the other door of the lounge.

"Darling, I announce that you are my most beloved sister- in-law. You are so charming in car racing. I am fascinated by you. From now on, I am your fan and I’ll follow you all the time."

Lily, who was at the side, whispered when she saw Hilla looking at her, "She’s attracted by you when you drive the car."

Hilla touch her forehead and dragged Margaret forward. She said in a low voice, "If you don’t let go of me, my arm will be torn off by you."

"No. I want to stick to you and be an accessory of you."

Such a big accessory was more like a tumor. Hilla dragged the childish adult to the lounge helplessly.

At the door of the lounge not far away, a beautiful and graceful woman leaned against the wall and spoke to the man in front of her with a smile.

Her movements were casual, and it seemed that she would fall to the ground at any time.

Bruce frowned and straightened Riya up. Then, he said in a low voice, "Let’s get down to business. Be serious."

"I’m already very serious. It’s all because you let your wife wear the shoes I ordered, isn’t it? You should know that my shoes are limited edition in the world. You made me wear small shoes that don’t fit me. Now my feet are painful."

Riya frowned, but she could not show the pain. She stood unsteadily, subconsciously holding Bruce’s arm. She gritted her teeth and said, "Can you not snatch others’ shoes to please your wife?"