CHAPTER 59: FIRST LOVE IS UNFORGETTABLE

Seeing his dark eyes, Hilla forced a smile.

However, it was like they were flirting in others’ eyes.

When they stood together, it was as if they were alone together in the world. Orlenna and Tyree were happy to see it. It seemed that they would soon have a grandchild.

Lysa secretly rolled her eyes and muttered, "Little bitch!"

Bruce’s face darkened, and he clenched his hands. He gave them a cold look.

It was the East Courtyard.

Orlenna looked at Bruce worriedly. "You have just recovered. Going back to the company now may be too much for you."

If not for Bruce’s request, she would not have let him work now.

However, the company was in a mess, and Tyree was in poor health. She had no choice but to agree. She believed in Bruce’s ability, but she was worried about his health.

Her warnings and worries were reasonable. Bruce raised his head, looked at Hilla opposite, and smiled, "It doesn’t matter. Hilla will go with me. She has contact with the clients and has followed the projects. She can help."

Hilla was stunned. She had not expected Bruce to make such a request. It was beyond her expectations.

Orlenna also gave him a weird look. She had asked Hilla to run a clothing company, but for the Anderson Group, it was just a small branch. She had asked Hilla to run it because she admired Hilla’s talent and also hoped she would not be stuck at home.

She had once planned to hand the company over to Hilla. Because Bruce had not woken up at that time, she had to make long-term plans to make Hilla stay.

That small company was different from the Anderson Group. The latter was beyond her ability.

However, since Bruce had requested, she felt that it was a good chance for them to get along and start a relationship.

Perhaps one day, they would have a real affection for each other and have children.

Thinking of it, Orlenna was relieved and smiled. She took Hilla’s hand and said lovingly, "The school has finished for the holidays. I’ll have to trouble you to take care of Bruce these days. I’m afraid that you will be busy on the vacation."

It would be Christmas Day in a dozen days after the winter vacation started. At this time, the Anderson Group was busy with the year-end summaries and reports. There was no new business or clients.

Hilla also did not understand why Bruce insisted on going back to the Anderson Group at this time. Wouldn’t it be great to go back after Christmas?

"This is what I should do!"

Hilla replied obediently next to Bruce as if she were a sensible wife. Orlenna smiled in satisfaction. She had been right back then. Hilla was suitable to be the mistress of the Anderson family.

Most importantly, she could make Bruce better. Ever since Hilla married Bruce, Bruce was getting better and better. She was relieved. She had thought that if Bruce never woke up, she would be nice to her.

Unexpectedly, Hilla was luckier than she had thought. Bruce had woken up.

She was very happy with that. She was willing to do everything she could for their happiness.

"Since Hilla’s going with you, I will let you go to the company. I just wonder why your legs haven’t recovered yet. Is it because you were not fully examined after the car accident and got a sequela?"

Bruce had been awake for more than a month. Every day, he had been exercising his legs. He should have recovered. Even if he could not walk, he should have been able to stand up now.

However, Bruce could only sit in the wheelchair now.

"I also think he should go to the hospital to have a check."

Hilla muttered in a low voice. Orlenna was more worried when she heard this. "Bruce, take my advice. It’s better to go to the hospital for a checkup."

It was lucky for him to get out of the vegetative state. What could she and Hilla do if he became a paraplegic?

Bruce replied with a smile, "Okay!"

Looking at his smile, she felt a chill ran down her spine. She felt that Bruce always told lies, and he couldn’t be trusted.

Sure enough, after comforting Orlenna, Bruce became indifferent again. He looked at Hilla, waved, and said, "Help me to bed."

"Why did you want me to work in the Anderson Group?"

She was not interested in their family issues, and it was obvious that Rudi and his father were his enemies. If she worked in the Anderson Group, she would be targeted by them. Did he think that she was a silly girl who knew nothing?

"I heard that you and Halle are going to open a factory."

Bruce didn’t answer but asked her instead. Hilla was startled and said in surprise, "How do you know that?"

Ever since Bruce woke up, she had not taken him to visit Halle. Hilla did not expect

Bruce would know about her. Although the Holt family had gone bankrupt, it used to be a wealthy family, so it was easy to hear something from her.

"Halle is divorced. Now she was working on the Holt Corporation. It can distract her attention from the divorce, so I’ve invested in her factory."

"And you gave her my card."

"How do you know that?"

Hilla felt guilty, and Bruce could not help laughing at her. That was his card. He knew whether it had been used or not by the message.

"I did give all the money that you’ve given me to Halle. You had given me the card, so the money in it is mine. I can do whatever I want with it and give it to anyone. It is up to me."

That was a good reason, and Bruce could not retort.

Bruce chuckled, "You are right. You’ve always been right. It’s okay to give her the card. But what will you do when you need money?"

"You give me pocket money every month."

Hilla raised her eyebrows and said in a low voice, "I already gave it to her. I know you’re generous."

She would flatter him if necessary.

Bruce smiled and nodded. He took out a card and gave it to her. "Go to the Anderson Group tomorrow and buy yourself some clothes."

"Is that for me?"

There were only 500 thousand dollars on the last card, but this time it was a black card. Hilla was surprised that although he was strict with her, he was generous.

"It’s okay if you don’t want it!"

"I want it. I want it so much. Darling, you are so sweet. You are the best husband in the world."

Hilla held the card tightly in her hand. She was so happy that she kept flattering him.

When he gave her the card, she would call him darling. But when he didn’t, she called him Bruce instead. Such a lady!

...

Hilla hid the black card in her pocket. After a while, she realized that she hadn’t gotten the answer to why Bruce had wanted to go to the Anderson Group with her.

However, she didn’t care now. She could go anywhere with him if she was paid.

The next morning, Hilla, dressed in a business suit, appeared in front of Bruce.

Others looked old in it. But Bruce was attracted by her.

"How does it look on me?"

Hilla stood by the bed and turned around, clicking her high heels.

With her long hair flowing down on her shoulders, she looked so pure. When she smiled, the mole under her eyes was added to her charms.

"It’s not good. Change for another one."

"What’s wrong?"

"It’s old-fashioned. It doesn’t suit you."

Bruce looked out of the window and said awkwardly, "The skirt is too short."

It was of the standard length of the business skirt. Hilla glanced at the skirt which had covered her thighs and had only shown her knees and her snow-white calves. It was not short.

"I’ll try another color. Take a look again."

Fortunately, Bruce didn’t dampen her enthusiasm for changing clothes.

Women could always find fun in such things. They liked to show off their clothes in front of the man they liked.

What was more, Hilla had bought a lot in the shopping market yesterday. The clothes were still lying in her bag, waiting for her to try them one by one.

After changing for five clothes, Bruce shook his head unhappily. Finally, he said in a low voice, "The Anderson Group is a serious company."

She had bought some business clothes. She was afraid that they were not suitable to wear at work, so she had asked her classmates who were working part -time in the group chat. Everyone said they were okay, but why did Bruce say they were not serious?

"They’re beautiful. You don’t have an eye for fashion."

Bruce heard her muttering and complaining.

He frowned. He pressed his lips together and said, "Bring me the clothes you’ve bought."

"You should have picked one for me. That’s such poor use of my time."

She was sweating and needed to take a shower.

Although women liked to wear beautiful clothes, it was annoying for them to change clothes over and over again. What’s worse, she hadn’t been praised by him for once as if she had bad taste.

"I couldn’t carry too much by myself yesterday, so I just bought 30 clothes!" Hilla placed a pack of bags in front of Bruce. She was angry now.

Bruce looked at the bags all over the bed and frowned slightly. Did she buy all these herself? How could she carry all these back?

"I was wrong. I should have sent someone to help you."

Bruce smiled. How could he not take back the Anderson Group with Hilla who liked to waste money?

Hilla pouted and sit down in a corner. "Did you care about the money I spent?"

"It’s for you. I am just glad that no other men can afford that."

"It sounds like only you can afford it."

Hilla muttered in a low voice. As soon as she finished speaking, he threw a dress over and covered her head with it.

"This one?"

Hilla looked at the white dress in front of her and suspected that Bruce hadn’t forgotten his first love. She bought it since it was on sale. It was the cheapest one among these clothes.

Bruce liked white, so he should also like gentle and kind women. People like him should always miss their pure first love.

Hilla secretly glanced at Bruce and felt surprised that he had still remembered his first love.

Bruce noticed the weird look on her face and frowned.

He was confused why she was looking at him instead of getting changed. Moreover, the look in her eyes had made him uncomfortable.

"Do you want to be late on your first day?"

Bruce said in a deep voice. Didn’t she know what it meant when a woman stared at a man in this way?

Hilla recovered from her thoughts and walked to the fitting room with her clothes. After going on a step or two, she turned around and asked, "Are you sure?

"All right. I’ll go change my clothes now. I’ll be back soon!"

Seeing a trace of impatience in his eyes, Hilla quickly took her clothes and ran into the room.

Soon, Hilla, who was dressed in a white chiffon dress, walked out. It was an ankle-length dress. She was in a blue shirt with her long hair down.

"Is it really good?"

She didn’t look like an elite at all. She looked like a cute little rabbit, but she didn’t like this style.

"Good!"

Bruce replied as if he did not see the disappointment on her face. He waved his hand and said, "You’re such a good girl."

"I’m not a little girl now."

Hilla muttered. She walked up to hold his wheelchair and followed him out.

At the last intersection not far from the Anderson Group, Bruce suddenly said, "Stop the car by the roadside."

"Did you drop something?"

Hilla felt curious. They were almost there but Bruce leaned over and opened the car door beside her. He said in a deep voice, "Get off!"

"Okay!"

Hilla obediently got out of the car. The car drove away the moment she closed the door. She only heard Bruce say, "Walk there yourself!"

She had only seen it in the novels and on TV. Moreover, wasn’t it always the heroine who requested to get off?

Hilla stood on the side of the road in a mess. Before she could say anything, Bruce distanced himself from her.

She was so angry!

She stamped her feet with tremendous force. When she arrived at the front door of the Anderson Group, she heard someone calling, "Hilla!"

Rudi drove an eye-catching Ferrari. His eyes glowed when he saw her. He stopped in front of her and looked around cautiously. "Bruce comes to the company today. Why don’t you come with him?"

Hilla was furious when she saw Rudi. He had set her up again and again. The only reason he was able to live was that he was a member of the Anderson family.

Hilla rolled her eyes with a cold snort. She swung her bag over her shoulders and smashed it on Bruce’s head.

"It’s none of your business!"

After saying that, she walked into the building arrogantly.

Bruce glared at her. He said menacingly, "You’ll be mine sooner or later."