CHAPTER 117: DOES HE STILL HAVE THE INITIATIVE?

"Fixed? You fixed it?"

Hilla was surprised. Feeling unbelievable, she rushed to the door and twisted the handle. And the door was really open.

Halle stood aside, smiling as she had seen it all through.

Bruce thought nervously, "Do I fix it too fast?"

"What about the other two guestrooms?" Hilla asked. Bruce replied without hesitation, "I haven’t had time to fix it yet."

That left them only one room to sleep in.

Hilla looked at Halle while Halle went into the guestroom. "It seems simpler and more comfortable to me. I like sleeping in this room. The main bedroom is too big!"

Bruce relived a little for he could sleep in the main bedroom with Hilla. "Then I will also sleep in this room with you."

Hilla held Halle’s arm excitedly. Anyway, it was her first day here, so she didn’t have a preferred room yet.

Halle pulled her arm away and said, "The doctor said that I’d better sleep alone. I’ll be awakened by the slightest noise. Moreover, you tend to move around the bed while asleep. I think you’d better go back to your own room."

Ignoring Hilla’s dissatisfied expression, she looked at Bruce and smiled, "Bruce, can you help me bring my daily necessities here?"

Bruce nodded and went straight back to the main bedroom to bring Halle’s daily necessities.

"I’m tired after the long trip. I’m going to bed now. Don’t stay up too late, you two. Good night."

Halle did not hesitate and directly closed the door, leaving Hilla and Bruce standing at the door.

After talking with Halle, she couldn’t keep avoiding now.

She felt a little awkward when she was left alone with him. She didn’t know how to deal with this uneasiness.

Bruce, on the other hand, appeared calm as usual. After all, he was more experienced than her, so he could adjust his uneasiness quickly.

"Let’s go back to our room."

"But Halle..."

"She must be very tired after a day’s journey. Besides, pregnant women are more likely to feel tired."

Although Bruce was shocked when he first knew about Halle’s pregnancy, he did not try to dig out what had happened. He chose to respect the secret between Hilla and Halle.

After all, he was not an all-mighty god who must know everything.

Hilla pursed her lips. Although she was reluctant about not being able to sleep with Halle, she followed Bruce back to the main bedroom.

They lay on the bed, with a distance that could allow two seven- or eight-year -old children to sleep between them. They didn’t turn off the light. Hilla blinked as she stared at the crystal lamp on top of her head.

Bruce was lying next to her. She could clearly hear his breath.

"Bruce, are you asleep?"

"No."

"Well, me too."

After this brief conversation, the room fell silent again. After a while, Hilla said, "Today my sister said that I, well, we should, you know, fulfill our rights as a married couple."

Having said that, Hilla was too nervous to say another word.

She listened carefully, waiting for Bruce’s response.

But he just said, "Yeah." It was a too vague response for Hilla to understand.

Hilla frowned, feeling a little embarrassed and angry. She disliked his cold tone as if he had no interest in her at all.

Hilla’s nervousness now turned into upset and anger. She was dissatisfied with Bruce’s attitude.

After a while, there was a rustling sound on the bed.

The sound was so slight and weak that almost couldn’t be heard.

But Bruce could clearly feel it.

He could feel Hilla moved slightly closer and closer to him. He could now smell the fragrance on her.

Gradually, he could almost feel the warmth on Hilla’s body. He was almost turned on.

Hilla stopped when she was about to touch Bruce.

She had never expected that one day she would make the active move first.

Then she reflected if she was too active?

Therefore, she wanted to move away again.

However, at this moment, Bruce reached out his hand to hold hers, stopping her move. His hand was firm and warm.

He asked in a low voice, "May I?"

Bruce felt that he had never asked a stupider question than this one in his thirty years of life.

He had never put himself in such an inferior position.

But he was facing Hilla, his wife and his most beloved and cherished one.

He thought he should take a step further, but being afraid of scaring her away, he didn’t want to force her.

He didn’t want to be regarded as a pervert.

That was why Bruce never did anything to her although they had slept on the same bed for a long time.

He was worried that Hilla would hate him and leave him.

The room was filled with faint incense.

However, Hilla felt like she was surrounded by the fragrance, which even made her a little dizzy.

"Yes."

She replied in so low a voice that the buzz of a mosquito would be louder.

However, Bruce had heard it clearly and was overwhelmed by surprise.

He felt as if his blood was burning up. But his rationality quickly calmed his overjoy down.

Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Do you mean it seriously?" Did she know what did it mean?

He sounded a little hoarse as well as excited.

He was afraid that he misunderstood her words. Although he did not have much experience in this aspect, he was older and more mature than her. Therefore, he must make sure.

Hilla didn’t reply, which left Bruce in a state of confusion, pity, and regret.

...

He even began to blame himself for not taking action immediately.

Now it would be embarrassing to do so.

Just as Bruce felt that he might have lost this chance, he sensed that Hilla moved a bit.

But she was not moving away. Instead, she threw herself into his arms.

With her in his embrace, Bruce couldn’t feel more contented.

...

"Bruce, you don’t like me, right?"

Hilla couldn’t hold her anger and asked in a complaining voice.

Bruce was stunned. He did not know how to answer. His hand froze in the air.

Neither did he dare to hug her nor drop his arm down.

"I like you!" he exclaimed.

He liked her so much. He was a man in his thirties but still behaved like a little boy in front of her.

When he was in face of Hilla, he was both careful and at a loss, the same as a twenty-year-old young man who had just fallen in love.

However, he had to admit that he was not young anymore despite his cheerful heart.

"You like me? Why haven’t you had sex with me, after all, this time we’ve been sleeping together? Halle said that you wanted to do that with me, but I don’t think you wanted me..."

"Hilla!"

He was a little turned on. If she kept talking about that, he could no longer control himself.

Bruce was wandering.

Since Hilla had said so, it meant that she had agreed to it.

However, before he could move, Hilla suddenly said, "Bruce, why didn’t you tell me that you can fix the lock?"

Bruce’s heart skipped a beat when he heard it.

Although Hilla looked confused, she might know what happened.

Bruce felt guilty!

Generally speaking, a thirty -year-old man would only feel guilty when his wife had found out about his private money, or his affair had been revealed.

But these were not the cases for Bruce.

"I don’t know how to fix it. I just took a look and the door opened. It should be of good quality. It’s not a big deal."

Bruce tried his best to reason it, but he failed because he was distracted by Hilla in his arms.

Hilla was in his arms. Should he try it?

Why didn’t they continue with the previous topic?

"You just took a look and the door opened? You may have the key to fix it!" Hilla hit the nail on the head.

Bruce was seen through by his wife. He did not know how to deal with it. He was so nervous and afraid that Hilla might refuse to sleep with him because of his lie. Bruce suddenly felt that it was not worth it for him to be frightened in succession because of a lie.

He would never lie to Hilla, or he would be punished.

Hilla chortled and stepped on Bruce. She put it straight, "Halle told me that you liked me, but you never had sex with me because of some health problems. I knew that you were not. You deliberately locked the door of the guest room because you wanted to sleep with me."

Bruch was stunned.

How could she know?

Did he still have the initiative?

Everything was exposed. He was suddenly at a loss since he should be the one who took the initiative, but Hilla asked first.

"I..." He couldn’t say no.

But if he agreed, it seemed like he was horny.

"Hilla, we..."

"Bruce, aren’t you too bad? In order to sleep with me, you actually lied to me that the lock was broken. How could you lie to me?"

Bruce was stunned by Hilla’s sudden accusation. He tried to explain, but couldn’t say anything to refute.

Hilla continued, "If you want to sleep with me, just say it. Anyway, we are married. When we were in the Anderson’s, we slept together. There is nothing wrong now."

"You shouldn’t lie," said she.

"Sorry!"

It was true that he did not expect Halle to come over. Next time, he would find a more persuasive excuse.

Hilla was surprised that Bruce admitted his mistake so easily. She was also stunned, "Bruce, why are you so obedient? Is there anything wrong?"

She hugged Bruce’s face with both hands and looked at him carefully. Her whole body was pressed against his.

Hilla was so soft like a sponge, forming a sharp contrast with Bruce’s hard embrace.

She was wearing the nightdress that Bruce had just bought for her. The gauze of the dress was a little cold. It softly landed on his skin.

When the straps were pulled, Bruce could see her beautiful swan neck, exquisite collarbone, and seductive cleavage.

He took a deep breath. Then, he pulled away Hilla’s hands and pressed her down. "Do you know that it is very dangerous for a woman to stay with a man in this way?"

Bruce’s voice was especially hoarse. It showed an uncontrollable desire that he had suppressed for a long time.

Hilla blinked innocently. She couldn’t help but laugh, "You won’t."

Bruce was speechless.

He had intended to do so.

But now, how could he begin?

Bruce pursed his lips. He pulled the blanket over Hilla and wrapped her in it, then laid her on the pillow.

"It’s been hard on you for the past two days. Have a nice rest."

Bruce looked at the crystal lamp above his head, and his body was straight under the blanket.

He was imagining a beautiful scene that should have happened just now. However, he could do nothing.

Poor guy.

Bruce stopped and lay down.

Hilla blinked and turned to look at the man beside her. She licked her slightly dry lips and said in a wronged voice, "I’m thirsty, Bruce."

Her soft, sticky voice excited Bruce’s heart, and he instantly became nervous again. But he maintained a calm expression and replied, "Okay, wait a minute."

Very soon, Bruce returned with a cup of warm water. Hilla was indeed thirsty as she had accompanied Halle for a long stroll after dinner. So she took the cup and drank it all in one go.

Then, she turned to look at Bruce and smiled slyly, blinking her dark eyes, "Are you thirsty? Bruce?"

Bruce stared at Hilla’s innocent face. Her smile was so bright, charming, and affectionate.

He suddenly realized Hilla’s intention.

How could he figure it out so late?

Bruce felt that Hilla was trying to seduce him!