CHAPTER 114: WHAT IF MY WIFE WANTS TO LIVE APART?

Holding the red flag of victory, Hilla sat with Bruce in the cable car. In the envious eyes of everyone, they left the field in high spirits.

Although they did not suffer much, the feeling of rolling in the forest for a long time was not good.

According to the rules, the winners needn’t pay for the tickets and they would be given the only medal.

They got the medal in the end, but the person in charge of the venue complained,

"You have to pay for hitting people!"

At last, after Bruce paid the compensation, the person in charge let them go.

Before leaving, the person said with embarrassment, "Given your abilities, our place is difficult to bring out the best in you."

The subtext was that "I beg you not to come again!"

Sitting in the car when they were leaving, Hilla kept her eyebrows knitted. After a while, she turned to look at Bruce, who was driving, and said seriously, "I didn’t see the rules."

In fact, she didn’t look carefully at the rules at all. In the past, all she participated in were well simulated. As long as one could win without hurting the hostages, he could attack the rivals in any way.

Unexpectedly, all the guards of the field were so weak.

She still regretted Bruce’s compensation fee.

Since they were travel-worn, they didn’t return to the Anderson’s.

Hilla thought that Bruce would take her to the hotel to take a bath first, but out of expectation, he took her to an upscale residential district in the city center.

This place was just a street away from the Anderson Group, and it would take twenty minutes to walk.

It was so close. A house in such a prosperous area must be very expensive.

The supporting facilities in the district were top- notch. Hilla followed behind Bruce in a daze. It was not until she entered the building that she could not help but ask, "Where are we going? Aren’t we going home?"

"I have a house here."

She forgot that she had married an extremely wealthy man.

Alright, he should possess quite a lot of assets, so she shouldn’t make such a fuss.

"Have you lived in this house before?"

"Not yet!"

"Have you seen it?"

"No!" He was so busy that he wouldn’t come to see an empty house.

Hilla frowned. Now that he didn’t came or live before, was it possible that it was messy inside?

When the elevator stopped on the 15th floor, Hilla walked out and watched Bruce enter the password.

She didn’t intend to memorize the password, but it was so familiar.

This was neither her birthday nor his or Margaret’s birthday. However, she felt it familiar.

"Your password is..."

"The wedding anniversary." Afraid that he was not clear enough, the moment Bruce opened the door, he turned to her and said, "Ours."

Hilla suddenly blushed. She hadn’t expected this confession and her heartbeat quickened.

When they got married, he was in a coma, so how could he still remember their wedding anniversary?

Besides, she didn’t think it was good that day. There was no point in commemorating it.

Although she had complaints, she was still touched, excited, and joyful, her heart beating wildly.

Like other girls in love, she blushed, lowering her head, and obediently followed Bruce into the house.

She never suspected that Bruce would harbor ill intentions towards her, and even fell in deep love with him.

Hilla didn’t realize when this feeling started.

As she entered the room, she noticed that the wall was a window, transparent and polished.

Hilla felt it was dazzling, and she turned to look at the decoration.

It belonged to the light luxury decoration style. Most importantly, there was a spiral staircase in the middle, which was exactly the same as the Holt’s mansion.

The house was very clean, and even the refrigerator was stuffed with enough fresh food.

The furniture was also brand new and there was no trace of anyone living here.

Bruce did not lie to her and seemed to be here the first time.

The moment she sat on the sofa, she felt extremely comfortable. She had only been at the shooting range for less than 24 hours, but why did it feel like it had been a long time?

What kind of hard days did they live these two days? Just now, she indeed had an urge to complain about Bruce.

The Anderson Group went well. It was strange for him to look for trouble there.

When she looked down, she found on the coffee table the homework she had brought back from school yesterday.

The painting was half done, and she could spare the time to finish it.

"Aren’t you going to take a shower?"

Standing on the stairs, Bruce looked even taller.

He stood high up and stared at Hilla, like a king looking down at his subordinate. The difference was that his vision was neither arrogant nor rude.

On the contrary, it was gentle and affectionate, deep like a bottomless pool.

Hilla felt that she was a little drunk without drinking, her mind filled with images of her kissing Bruce in the cable car this morning.

All of a sudden, she became even more delighted.

"Are you not feeling well?"

Seeing Hilla blankly look at him without responding and her face gradually turning red, Bruce got nervous and hurriedly came down the stairs before touching her forehead with his hand.

Such a warm palm instantly brought comfort to Hilla.

Hilla smilingly said, "Nothing. I’m fine."

"Yes, there’s no fever. Maybe because it’s hot here."

Then he pressed the controller, and part of the floor-to-ceiling window opened. "When it’s cool, go upstairs and take a shower."

"Is there another room upstairs?" Hilla asked. She was not in a hurry to wash off her dust. Instead, she hugged Bruce’s waist like a lovely puppy.

Why was it that Hilla’s attitude became strange after going to the shooting range together?

Bruce thought of the novels that Horton had brought him, and then combined Horton’s words with his valiance at the shooting range. Hilla must be in love with him!

Bruce straightened his back and replied with a trembling voice, "Yes, there are four bedrooms upstairs. Do you want to take a shower first?"

He originally wanted Hilla to choose a bedroom she liked, but then he realized

something was wrong. In that case, they would live in separate rooms.

The situation was wrong.

They could lie in the same bed in the Anderson’s, but here, their relationship regressed.

With this thought in mind, Bruce planned to lock the doors of the other bedrooms when Hilla was in the bathroom.

At worst, he could just say that the locks were broken!

...

Hilla stood in the middle of the second floor, looking at all the rooms. Then she turned to Bruce, "Which room is mine?"

Since she didn’t ask which room was theirs, she must intend to live apart.

With an unhappy look, Bruce silently pointed at the master bedroom.

"Oh, then I’ll go take a shower first. There should be a bathroom in other rooms, right? Do you want to..."

"The locks were broken."

"The other rooms haven’t been renovated yet. There’s something wrong with the locks. We can only sleep in this room."

Bruce replied swiftly. Hilla froze for a while and then nodded, "Okay, then I’ll call you when I’m done."

Bruce nodded seriously and went downstairs like a gentleman.

Before the dining table in the living room downstairs.

Bruce frowned and pursed his lips tightly. His coat had been thrown to the side, his white shirt was tucked in his trousers, and his figure was upright and charming.

With his head slightly lowered, Bruce fixed his eyes on the phone when he quickly texted some words with his slender fingers.

"What if my wife wants to live separately from me?"

The other side kept silent for only several seconds, but for Bruce, it seemed as if he waited for a few hours.

He put on a more gloomy face than usual, focusing his deep and dark eyes on the phone screen as if the next moment he would smash it to pieces.

Finally, a text came in!

"Horton: Hilla doesn’t live in the same room with you? What’s wrong with you? Did you forget all of the wife-chasing skills I had taught you?"

Horton was disappointed in Bruce.

Bruce frowned again and quickly replied, "No."

Afraid that he didn’t make it clear, he added, "I took her to the Lakeshore Center. There are four rooms here."

"Horton: And then?"

"Bruce: She went to take a shower. I locked the other three."

Horton was stunned. Bruce was Bruce, so scheming.

He thought, "Why didn’t I think of locking the other doors?"

Horton then sent Bruce a thumbs up.

Well done. Bruce was awesome.

However, Bruce still did not feel relaxed. He texted, "My wife’s thoughts are very dangerous."

In the Anderson’s, they had to live in the same room. After all, with Orlenna there, it would be inappropriate to show that they were not on good terms.

But if they moved out to live, their locks couldn’t always be broken.

No way. Bruce decided to take precautions, and it would be best to cut off the thought of Hilla from the root.

This thought was terrifying and must be eliminated.

Very quickly, Horton replied, "It’s normal for your wife to have such a thought. After all, you have been in the same bed for more than half a year. You have been well for several months, but still don’t get her. I have to suspect that if you have a hidden illness."

"Horton: We are good friends. If you have any difficulties, you must tell me. I know a professor who is very experienced in treating men. If you are psychologically wrong, I have a classmate who is good at psychology. Don’t be afraid of the doctor!"

Bruce looked at a mass of letters on the screen and exited the chat box. Horton had an occupational preoccupation!

After taking a shower, Hilla realized that she didn’t have any clothes. This was her first time here, so Bruce might not prepare clothes for her.

What to do?

She only had the clothes she had worn yesterday. Unfortunately, she had just washed them. Now if she went out in this, would she seem to have some ulterior motives?

After opening the cabinet in the bathroom, Hilla hesitated at the sight of one man’s bathrobe.

If she put on it, what about Bruce? But if she didn’t take it, she had to go out naked.

Hilla carefully took off the robe and put it on since she felt cold.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking at the loose neckband unique to the man’s robe, Hilla suddenly blushed and felt it ugly.

The bathrobe reached the ground like a fishtail gown. If she didn’t want to expose her thighs, she could only hold the hem of the robe tightly.

Men could also be scantily dressed!

Hilla gritted her teeth and decided to grab the collar with one hand and the robe

between her thighs with the other, walking out of the bathroom awkwardly.

Something to wear was better than nothing.

In any case, her clothes would be ready tomorrow morning, and then she didn’t have to dress like this.

After comforting herself in her heart, Hilla walked out of the door cautiously. She looked down with her hands on the stairs, not in a hurry to come down. She stuck out her wet little head and whispered, "Bruce!"

Bruce was surprised.

He raised his head, only to see a head with black hair scattered in the air, which made him so scared that he held his breath and pursed his lips tightly.

"I’m here, Bruce?"

Hilla thought that Bruce didn’t see her, so she waved her hands at him desperately.

Bruce’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, and only after a long while did he regain his voice. He nodded reluctantly, "Yes, I saw you!"

He was almost scared out of his wits.

Although he had just been frightened, Bruce quickly came back to his senses and said calmly, "There are only the two of us. The house is soundproofing. You can speak loudly."

He panicked as he listened!

Hilla frowned and pouted, "I, I don’t have clothes."

"What?"

Why did Hilla talk so strangely? Could it be that she had no strength due to hunger?

Bruce thought he was indeed careless, so he instantly picked up the phone to order food.

Hilla assumed that Bruce didn’t care, so she said angrily, "I said that I have no clothes to wear. Can you find me some clothes?"

His bathrobe was so big that she was afraid that something embarrassed would happen when she went down.

Bruce froze, his fingertips rubbing against the phone screen.

Looking up at Hilla, who had an embarrassing look upstairs, Bruce felt somewhat amused and said in a husky voice, "Go back to the room first. I’ll go find some for you later."

"Okay!"

Hilla answered obediently. Then, she carried the bathrobe and returned to the room in a strange posture.

Soon, Bruce went upstairs and saw Hilla standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the prosperous scenes outside. At the moment, she was particularly charming looked from behind.

The greyish bathrobe was oversize for Hilla, but with a band on her waist, it was beautiful on her.

Bruce felt that she was extremely sexy.

Her wet long hair was casually scattered and reached her waist, wetting her bathrobe.

Bruce frowned and walked forward with a hairdryer.

He wrapped his arms around the wet bathrobe and brought Hilla into her arms. The next second, he leaned over and picked Hilla up before walking to the bedside.