CHAPTER 31: MR. ANDERSON IS SO JEALOUS

Hilla was drenched in the rain. The wound on her back began to ache at midnight. Sweat dripped from her forehead and her face turned pale as if she had suffered massive blood loss.

"Bruce, it hurts!"

She carefully touched Bruce’s hand and held it tightly in the dark, her voice full of grievance.

As she finished speaking, the light from the crystal lamp shone on her face. Feeling uncomfortable with the sudden light, she narrowed her eyes and pressed her face against the back of Bruce’s hand.

In a hoarse voice, Hilla asked, "Bruce, am I dying?"

Ever since the Holt family went broke, sometimes she felt that she might better be dead than to live like this. However, at the same time, she didn’t want to kill herself.

She was only twenty years old, the best age to do anything she wanted to do! In no way would she kill herself!

But in front of Bruce, who understood all her grievances, she couldn’t help act a little pouty.

Bruce frowned. His eyes were cold as he said seriously in a deep voice, "You won’t die."

"But it hurts."

Bruce felt his heart ached as he heard her whining. He grabbed her hand, "Why didn’t you change the fresh dressing if the wound was soaked while bathing?"

Throwing back the covers on her, Bruce was going to take off her bathrobe when Hilla muffled, "How can I change it if I can’t reach it?"

It was hard for her to ask a man to take a look at her back!

Bruce was dumbfounded for a while before he could slowly untie her bathrobe, revealing her terribly injured back.

The wound that had gotten wet had started to fester.

His eyes filled with anger, he pursed his lips and asked, "You got drenched in the rain?"

Otherwise, no one would risk taking a bath knowing that there was a wound on his back. Moreover, clean water would not cause infection.

Lying on the bed, Hilla blushed and buried her head in the pillow. She subconsciously grasped the corner of his clothes and snorted, "Kind of."

Her bathrobe had been taken off. All she knew was that Bruce was disinfecting her wound. When the cotton swab touched her wound, a sharp pain caught on her, but then brought a cool feeling.

Bruce did not respond but frowned. After he carefully cleaned up the wounds, he asked casually, "Where did this come from?"

She hadn’t expected him to ask about it because he hadn’t all these days. To Hilla’s thinking, he might not have cared about it.

Although she still felt unhappy with it, Hilla replied in a low voice, "Some people are jealous of my beauty and wisdom and they want to vent their anger at me. But it’s fine. After all, beauty brings jealousy. No big deal.

"But I’m not the suffer-in-silence type either. I gave them a lesson already." When she spoke of this, her little face lit up as if the pain on her back was gone. Bruce couldn’t help but twitch his lips. Hilla really knew how to brag to others.

In all, she was wounded because she was beautiful, and she thought that it was reasonable!

Bruce wondered if he was having a generation gap with the young people. He was ten years elder than her, and he found her sometimes hard to understand.

"Bruce!"

Hilla’s low voice retracted him from the thoughts. He stopped and took out two pills.

One was for inflammation, and the other for the fever.

"Take them. Horton will come tomorrow."

Hilla took the medicine obediently. Then, she returned to bed.

She kept muttering even though she was dizzy because of the fever, "Bruce, thank you. You’re a good guy."

Was he good? Everyone was scared of him. This was the first time that he was praised as a good man.

"Have a good rest. You will get better tomorrow."

Bruce frowned as his gaze swept across her back, but he just carefully tucked her in.

The girl in the covers made a slight adjustment and responded submissively, "OK!"

Quiet in the bedroom, the orange light was giving a warm atmosphere. With his head tilted to look at Hilla that curled up beside him, Bruce gradually became affectionate.

She was still tightly holding his hand in her arms, her small face pressing against it.

Through the thin fabric, he could feel her warmth.

After taking the medicine, the fever quickly subsided. But she habitually leaned toward the warm place beside her.

Bruce turned around and grabbed her shoulder with his other arm. Then he pulled her into his arms gently, deliberately avoiding the wounds on her back.

He used to think that keeping single gave him more time and space for thinking, but

now, he felt that having someone beside him seemed good as well.

The moment Bruce closed his eyes, he smiled unconsciously.

The next morning, Hilla was awakened by a gentle kiss.

She tilted her head to the other side and then buried herself in the pillow. A muffled voice came up, "Bruce, stay away from me."

Bruce froze. He was a little embarrassed that he failed to keep the poker face but pursed his lips.

Horton couldn’t help laughing.

Receiving Bruce’s warning, Horton quickly said innocently, "I wasn’t eavesdropping. She’s having a sex dream and you can’t blame me for that."

Sex dream?

Hilla suddenly opened her eyes and saw a small fluffy gray ball staring at her with a pair of charming round eyes.

It was one of the two dogs she had brought back last night.

The one who had kissed her in her dream was ... this dog!

"Are you awake? What was Bruce like in your dream? Was he an evil seducer or something?"

Horton narrowed his eyes and looked as cunning as a fox.

Hilla was stunned for a while before she could finally realize what she had just said. She had thought that Bruce was kissing her in the dream. The wired thing was, why didn’t she resist?

It was so awkward to have two men known what she had dreamt of!

"Shut ... shut up!"

Hilla instantly held the dog in her arms and hid her blushed face under the pillow.

How embarrassing!

Horton held back his laughter as he glanced at Bruce and said, "It’s really interesting. Sleeping in the same bed with you, yet Hilla was having a sex dream. Is there anything wrong with you?"

Met with the glare from Bruce, Horton immediately changed his words, "Of course not! You’re the best!"

...

Hilla’s ears were still exposed. Hearing the conversation between the two men, she was even more ashamed.

She never thought of it! It was just a dream! And the dog gave her an illusion!

"I’ve checked on your wound. Bruce did it well. As long as you apply for the medicine as ordered, you’ll be alive and kicking in a week and won’t leave a scar. It won’t be a problem between you and Bruce."

She felt that Horton was laughing at her. She was so embarrassed that she couldn’t lift her face from the pillow.

"Put the medicine down and you can leave."

The cold interruption brought Horton’s sight back from the girl rolling on the bed to Bruce’s gaze, "Easy! She’s yours. I am not interested."

Horton thought, "Not even allow others to look at her? Mr. Anderson is so jealous!"

On the way out with his things, Horton bumped into Orlenna hurrying over at the door. "Don’t worry, Orlenna. My cousin-in-law is fine. She just gets a fever because of the rain. She’ll be fine after a good rest."

Horton’s voice was not loud, but enough for the people in the room to hear it. The "cousin-in-law" was just so annoying for Hilla!

At the time Hilla raised her head, Bruce had already returned to the bed, pretending to be asleep.

He was professional in acting the vegetable now. Such a good performance was worthy of an Oscar award, wasn’t it?

As Hilla was still thinking, Orlenna rushed in and said in a pitiful voice, "With such a weak body, you should take good care of yourself."

"Mother, I’m fine. I just caught a cold. The rain was too heavy yesterday."

Other than Hilla’s flushed face, her spirit was much better. Seeing this, Orlenna was relieved. Since Horton said she would be fine, there seemed to be nothing to worry about.

"You need to rest. I’ll come over to take care of Bruce these few days."

Hearing this, Hilla said excitedly, "Can I move out? I mean, I want to move to the guest room."

As soon as she finished, a palm pinched her thigh from under the quilt, almost made her cry out for the pain.

"You want to move to the guest room?"

Orlenna frowned and subconsciously glanced at Bruce who was lying on the bed. She couldn’t help wonder if Hilla was no longer willing to stay with a vegetable.

Normal people wouldn’t like it, not to mention that Hilla was still a young girl in her twenties.

Although Orlenna was upset and disappointed, she did not show it.

"Mother, don’t mistake me. It’s not about Bruce. I am just afraid that I would infect him with the cold. He won’t be able to take it."

Hilla pretended to be concerned and pitiful. Even though her thighs were hurting, she remained expressionless.

She decided to keep a distance from Bruce, in case of things in the morning happen again.

She must have stayed with Bruce for too long that she even had a desire for him!

This was simply too terrifying! She was a proper lady!

Hilla’s explanation gave Orlenna relief. She nodded with a smile, "You are much thoughtful than I did. You can move to the small room next door these days. The balcony is interconnected, and it is convenient to take care of Bruce."

That meant, even though she was sick, she should not forget to come and accompany Bruce.

That was what a mother did for her son, right?

Hilla now deeply understood that how hard Orlenna had tried to promote her feelings for Bruce.

"OK, Mother. When I get better, I will move back."

After saying this, Hilla thought to herself that she might not be able to recover from her illness from now on.

Orlenna smiled lovingly. "You should have more rest when you’re sick. Let me wipe Bruce’s body today."

Sure enough, when the three words ’wipe Bruce’s body’ came up, the strength on her leg immediately increased.

Hilla quickly waved her hand due to the pain, "No, Mother. It’s okay. Let me do it. Bruce is my husband. I want to take care of him myself."

How sincere!

Orlenna was touched. She stopped what she was doing and looked at Hilla with tears in her eyes, "Bruce is so lucky to have you. You have worked hard these days. If you feel uncomfortable, don’t force yourself. Otherwise, Bruce will definitely blame me when he wakes up."

Hearing Orlenna’s words, Hilla couldn’t help but tease in her heart.

"Your son will not feel sorry or blame you because he is the one who came up with this idea!" She thought.

After Orlenna said a few words of concern, Hilla sent her away by the excuse of

resting.

As soon as the door was closed, she quickly jumped out of bed and nimbly picked up her quilt. She proudly said to Bruce with her head raised high, "From now on, we will sleep in separate rooms."

"It’s fine, but you must take care of me in person. Don’t trouble Orlenna."

Bruce opened his eyes, which were deep and bright. Someone was no vegetable at all.

Hilla rolled her eyes and muttered, "Why should I do that? You’re the filial son!"

She had always felt that sons and mothers were of the same mind, and wives were outsiders. And now, she believed this more than ever.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she had stopped him with her hands, her thigh would have been pinched off just now. She didn’t even need to take a look. It must have been bruised!

A man who didn’t treat her wife well didn’t deserve the thoughtfulness of his mother.

Bruce frowned at her words. He felt that her skipping thoughts were indeed a bit of a generation gap with him, but he still said patiently, "It is acceptable if I am still in a coma, but now it is really inconvenient."

His legs had not recovered yet, and he had no strength to walk on the ground. He needed someone to take him to the toilet and the bath, and Hilla was the most suitable person.

"Cut the crap. You’re just feeling sorry for your mother. Dream on. I am a daughter of a rich family."

"You’re Mrs. Anderson now!"

Bruce reminded her not to forget her current identity.

Everything she had now was from the Anderson family. She even wanted them to help take the Holt’s mansion back. Nevertheless, she was bargaining with her husband on taking care of him. In just one sentence, she felt she had no way out!

She looked at Bruce angrily and gritted her teeth, "So what? Being your wife is like being a servant. I don’t want it at all!"

If it wasn’t for the Holt’s mansion ... if it wasn’t for survival ... she would never marry a vegetable.

Bruce silently thought of what she hadn’t finished and suddenly felt a little angry.