CHAPTER 124: THE BEST SUIT

Hilla refined the details of the final design and showed it to Halle repeatedly. She was ecstatic and asked, "Halle, does it look good? Will Bruce like it?"

Halle nodded all the time and replied that it looked good. Seeing that Hilla was going to ask again, Halle couldn’t help but poke Hilla’s forehead.

"That’ll do. You’re like this whole night. It’s just a piece of clothing. Just change it if he doesn’t like it."

"No, it’s the first time for me to give him a present, and I should make it formal to show my sincerity."

Hilla looked at the design carefully, wiping it again and again, afraid that the dust would take shine off it.

Halle looked at Hilla, who treasured it so much, and shook her head helplessly.

If Bruce loved Hilla, he would be happy with whatever she gave him, even if it was a rag.

However, Hilla was in love. It was useless for Halle to say anything.

"You’ve toiled over modifying it countless times. You’re quite sincere about it. What more do you want?"

"I’m just afraid that he won’t like it!"

Hilla pouted and said worriedly. Then, she couldn’t help smiling and muttered, "He must look good in it, right?"

"Yeah, that’s right. My dear girl, hurry up and wash your hands for dinner. Lead is all over your hands. Be careful."

Halle thought Hilla should sober up and calm down.

Halle pulled Hilla into the bathroom helplessly. Then she turned around and saw that Horton was serving the dishes.

"Let me get it."

"Oh, no!"

Halle was just about to step forward but stopped by Horton’s cold voice. She stood there awkwardly and said, "Sorry for being such a hassle."

He worked all night on their business, only to get her thanks. However, he didn’t know if it was for modeling or for cooking dinner.

"Dr. Hutt, if there’s anything we can help you with, we..."

"What can you help me with?"

Horton interrupted coldly, and Halle froze, looking even more embarrassed.

After a while, she said, "There’s indeed nothing I can do. Hilla may help. But we’ll never forget how kind you’re."

Was she serious?

Horton thought, "To put it bluntly, she’s going to kick down the ladder." Horton smiled politely, but it was not as gentle as before but rather weird.

"Ms. Holt, since I have done you a favor, you will repay me, won’t you?"

After all, repaying the favor was such splendid culture that it should not be discarded.

Halle frowned and felt it weird that Horton was aggressive. However, she still said, "Of course. Is there anything we can do for you?"

Horton glared at her, and then said through gritted teeth, "No!"

Halle let out a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, Horton did not ask me to give myself to him sexually. He’s indeed a gentleman."

Hilla came out after washing her face. Seeing them embarrassed in the restaurant, she asked, "Why are you not seated? Let’s eat. I’m starving."

Hilla felt relieved that she solved the major issue she had been concerned about.

Halle pursed her lips and regained her composure. She walked to the dining table and said politely, "Please have a seat, Dr. Hutt."

"No. You eat. I have a video conference."

After taking a few steps, he stopped and turned around, "There are no eggplants at home."

With that, Horton walked away without looking back. Halle looked at his straight back and then froze after the door was closed.

Hilla asked with a frown, "Halle, what’s the matter with Horton? He seems to be angry. Did something happen?"

Hilla turned around to look at Halle. Being nervous, Halle shook her head without responding but just took a bite of mashed potato.

It was sour, crisp, and tasty.

Halle wondered who Horton’s dishes agreed very well with, her baby or herself. No matter what Horton cook, she felt it delicious. In her view, the chefs and maids did not cook as well as Horton did.

Halle was startled at what was in her mind. She should not have thought that way.

"No, perhaps Dr. Hutt has some business to attend to."

"Why is Horton obliging recently? He’s like a different person."

Hilla propped up her head and looked at Halle’s bulging belly, feeling that something was wrong. Did Horton take Halle as a butterfly and look down on her because she

was divorced and pregnant?

If so, Horton really went too far.

Hilla was mad at Horton. After dinner, she returned to her room. She was going to complain to Bruce about Horton. A doctor should not discriminate against others.

Although Halle divorced and was pregnant, Hilla believed that was not who Halle was.

In the bedroom.

Hilla counted the hours. It was almost dawn at Bruce’s place before she texted him, "Are you up?"

"Yeah!"

Bruce replied soon. Hilla stared at the word on the screen and couldn’t help but laugh.

She was really happy to see him reply.

Before she could text back, Bruce made a video call. He seemed to be eating a sandwich for breakfast and Hilla frowned.

There was no sustenance in it. Bruce took terrible care of himself.

"It’s so late. Why aren’t you sleeping yet?"

Bruce glanced at his phone and saw Hilla snug under the covers in her neat nightgown.

Like a Barbie doll with her delicate little face, Hilla was as pure and lovely as Bruce stumbled upon her last night.

No sooner had he drunk the cup of hot milk than he felt a sudden heat in his stomach.

It surged up, as if it suddenly burst out from a gap, and then his face sank.

Bruce put down his phone and hurried to grab the tissue on the table. He got up and walked to the window.

James, who was watching aside, was shocked and cried out, "Mr. Anderson, you have a nosebleed!"

Bruce gave James a sharp glare while James felt his heart in his throat.

Fortunately, James came back to his senses. He quickly took a wet towel and lied with his eyes closed, "It’s dry in Mansborough. I will have a humidifier put in your room at night."

Bruce still glared at him. James added quickly, "I haven’t been feeling well the last two days. That’s a natural reaction, Mr. Anderson."

...

There was silence at the other end of the line. Hilla stared at the phone screen strangely.

Why did Bruce disappear suddenly? She called him a few times. After a while, someone responded, but it was James.

"Mr. Anderson has an emergency call suddenly. Mrs. Anderson, please wait a moment."

It turned out to be this. Hilla nodded and said considerately, "OK. You go ahead with your work. It’s too late, and I’m going to sleep now."

Although she was not sleepy at all, and she knew that she would not fall asleep even if she was lying in the quilt, Hilla still hung up the phone obediently.

Holding the phone, she stared at the screen and could not help but smile happily.

Hilla rolled on the bed. When she turned her head and saw the design drawing on the table, she couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear and looked at it carefully. Her fingertips couldn’t help moving along the lines bit by bit. Gradually, she copied the entire design drawing again.

"Do you like it?"

"Don’t say that you don’t like it!"

Hilla couldn’t help but smile. She held the design drawing and rolled on the bed. She looked up and saw the blackness of the night outside the window. Although Hilla couldn’t see anything, she still felt that the scenery was so beautiful.

The place where Bruce stayed should be in the morning. Hilla thought that the sky in his place should be blue and it should be more beautiful than that in hers.

"No, under the same sky, the views should be equally good-looking," Hilla wondered.

Hilla was lying on the bed with her chin rested on her hands. She smiled when she looked at the beautiful evening scenery.

The promotion list of the preliminary selection of the design competition came soon.

Hilla was promoted and could display her ready-made clothes three days later.

Hilla counted her fingers and said, "Bruce should be back on that day!"

Halle shook her head when she saw Hilla who was counting the days. Margaret teased, "Hilla, have you been crazily missing Bruce recently?"

Halle said, "They are newlyweds, and have never been separated. They are in the honeymoon phase. The day naturally seems like a year to them."

Margaret nodded with understanding. She slid her phone and looked at the school forum. On top was the information about the design competition. It was unknown who made the forum and delivered the top three drawings.

"Hilla, this dress is so beautiful. Is this a wedding dress? I love it, and it’s so dreamy.

I want to be the model. I want to wear this dress to become a real princess."

Margaret rested her head on her hands, and her expression showed that she was madly yearning for it. Halle was slightly puzzled when she heard this. "Hilla’s competition design is a men’s clothing for Bruce, isn’t it?" Halle wondered.

Halle tilted her head slightly and saw the drawing of the white bubble snow gauze dress on the screen. She was slightly stunned.

However, the signature below was "Hilla" indeed. The style of line drawings and the retro hollowed-out patterns on the hemline was indeed from the design of the Holt family.

"Did you change the design drawing?"

Halle turned to look at Hilla. Hilla nodded indifferently and said, "I only want him to wear those clothes."

Just for this reason, Hilla changed the competition design at the last minute, and it seemed that this design was rushed out that night.

No wonder Hilla looked tired the next day. She had dark circles under her eyes these two days. Halle thought that Hilla was in a relationship and was so excited that she couldn’t sleep. She didn’t expect that Hilla was rushing to finish her design at that time.

Halle rubbed her eyebrows. Hilla loved Bruce too much. Halle doubted that she might indulge Hilla with Bruce’s relationship too much then, so now Hilla seemed to lose herself a little.

"Hilla, have you also designed men’s clothing? It doesn’t matter. Give men’s clothing to my elder brother and let him wear it. You must give this dress to me and let me be your model, OK?"

She loved this style very much, especially the design on the hemline. The hollowed-out patterns were very unique and she had never seen them before.

At first glance, this looked like a wedding dress, but it was a gown.

Hilla shook her head and said with a smile, "No, you already got one last time. This is mine."

"Are you kidding me? You will be the model, right?"

Although some designers themselves worked as models for their newly designed clothes, most of them were not as good as professional models in terms of figures, and the overall effect of the clothes would be affected when they wore them.

Hilla smiled and nodded. She wanted to wear this dress herself because it matched Bruce’s suit.

Halle thought that her sister was crazy.

Margaret rolled her eyes and complained in dissatisfaction, "I don’t know whether my elder brother is totally out of his mind. Why does he let me study financial foreign language and law? Oh my god, I can’t understand such boring things at all.

No wonder I didn’t graduate after three years of examination. Isn’t it good for me to study design? I am really interested in fashion design now."

Margaret grabbed Hilla’s hand and said, "My dear Hilla, can you tell my elder brother to change my major? I will listen to you completely at home in the future."

If the thing was done, Margaret would consider returning those lipsticks to Hilla.

Hilla pulled her hand and said unhappily, "What Bruce does is for your own good. He is not out of his mind. You should listen to him."

Margaret wondered, "It’s so terrible. Hilla is not considerate of her any longer." Hilla had been brainwashed by Bruce’s fine words.

Just because Margaret said that her elder brother was out of his mind, Hilla was so unhappy. Margaret wondered, "She is even more terrible than a fangirl, and she has no tolerance for someone speaking ill of Bruce."

Margaret clearly saw her elder brother’s shortcomings. Was Hilla blind? Why couldn’t she distinguish right from wrong?

Halle stood nearby. She smiled and comforted Margaret, "Didn’t you say that you can graduate this year? I’m afraid that you’ll need another year if you change your major now. This year has changed a lot. It’s safer to continue your original major. Just endure for a few more months and you’ll get your graduation certificate. By then, what do you want to do? Do you want to do this job? It’s up to you to decide."

Because of Halle’s words, Margaret understood, and she wondered why she didn’t have such deep thoughts.

Margaret thought that as long as she helped Bruce look after Hilla well, she could successfully graduate this year. When she graduated, she would no longer have to memorize words, nor would she have to read boring books of law, let alone worry that she would not be able to graduate and be in school again."

It seemed that Margaret would meet her bright future, happy life, and freedom soon. She felt so comfortable now and couldn’t wait to welcome her future life.

"Hilla, try your best to be good to my elder brother. I support you. I support you unconditionally."

Let Margaret graduate as soon as possible. She had been struggling for too long on the university campus which was like a prison.

Hilla smiled. She took out her phone and looked at the design drawing that had been leaked on the school forum. She had designed it for herself completely. There were several patterns limited to be studied by the Holts. They were unique and elegant, but the design style added fashion, which made this dress more beautiful.

She wanted to wear this dress that day and stand at the entrance of the airport to pick up Bruce!