CHAPTER 63: BRUCE IS REALLY AN EXPERT IN FLIRTING

In the dark room, they couldn’t see each other’s faces. Their profiles and the shyness in Hilla’s eyes were blurred.

Bruce was sleeping soundly and didn’t look aggressive. Tempted by his handsome face, Hilla blinked and approached Bruce bit by bit.

She inched closer to him.

Bruce put a palm over her face and a low, hoarse voice sounded in her ear, "I’m asleep but not dead!"

Startled, Hilla got his big hand off her face and said, "I knew you aren’t asleep."

In the dark, Bruce raised his eyes slightly and a faint smile crossed his lips, "So you want to take advantage of me while I’m asleep?"

"What? I just want to find out if you fall asleep or not."

Feeling abashed, Hilla wanted to draw back, but she was caught in a big hand and thrust into his arms.

Her cheek burned as she listened to his heartbeat with her face against his hot chest.

The only man Hilla had ever been intimate with till now, apart from her father, was Bruce beneath her.

Hilla once fantasized about falling in love and being held in her lover’s arms. At this moment in the quiet night, that feeling seemed to be particularly vivid.

She felt Bruce’s warm breath from above her head, and his voice sounded, "You don’t have to. Take advantage of me if you want to. I’m not going to do anything to you. Anyway, you’ve done the same thing before when I was unconscious."

Hilla didn’t expect that such an evil man would expose her.

When Hilla thought of the time she took advantage of Bruce, she felt so ashamed.

How could Bruce forget when he woke up that she wanted it to slip from his memory?

With Hilla, upset and wild, in his arms, Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle. He said in a deep voice, "Alright, you are thin-skinned and I won’t tease you anymore. Be good. I’m tired. Let’s sleep."

Although it sounded like sarcasm when he took her as thin-skinned, Hilla could still hear that he was weary.

She looked up and asked, her hair messy, "Are you tired? Is there too much work to be done?"

"I just get back to the office. Of course, I have to familiarize myself with all the data and business of the past half year. I’ll get used to it in a few days."

It seemed that Bruce was still too weak to fully recover.

Although Bruce was not injured or ill, he suffered a decline in all his functions after lying in bed for half a year without exercise.

Hilla tucked him in and pursed her lips, "Have a good rest. I’ll sleep aside and stay out of your hair."

Just as Hilla was about to stay away, Bruce tightened his grip on her shoulder and pulled her into his arms.

Against his chest, Hilla heard from him, "Don’t move. Just stay like this."

"Alright, I won’t move."

Lying in Bruce’s arms, Hilla supported herself carefully, afraid that Bruce would get hurt if she spent too long on top of him.

Time dropped in decay and it was exceptionally quiet. It seemed that a long time had passed. Listening to Bruce’s even breathing, Hilla felt the steady rise and fall of his chest before she looked up cautiously.

"Bruce, are you asleep?"

"So can I sleep aside?"

"I, I’m not comfy. My arm is falling asleep."

"I’ll take that as a yes if you don’t say anything!"

Sure enough, no matter what she said, there was no response in the darkness.

Hilla freed herself from Bruce’s arms gingerly. The moment she lay down on the pillow, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It was not always nice and cozy for couples to fall asleep together. She was exhausted.

"Does Hilla want to move out?"

Horton wrapped a tight bandage around Bruce. It looked as if there was something wrong with Bruce’s legs. When Horton heard the interesting story about Bruce and Hill, he couldn’t help snickering.

Horton turned around and saw Bruce’s gloomy face, raising his eyebrows, "Haven’t you cleaned up the new house? Why not move in with her?"

Listening to Horton’s sarcastic words, Bruce raised his eyes slightly and gave him a cold glare. His voice was lower, "She wants to move out."

Hilla wanted to move out alone instead of staying with Bruce!

Horton laughed out loud, with his glasses trembling, "Bruce, are you kidding? You’re depressed and bitter just because your wife is going to abandon you and separate from you!"

"She doesn’t want you anymore, does she? She will separate from you for half a year

and then file for a divorce. You are not young and usually poker-faced. You’re not exactly the type of young girl."

Was Bruce poker-faced?

Bruce raised his eyebrows and stared coldly at Horton, thinking that Horton had never seen how attractive he was when he was flirting!

Besides, Bruce certainly had to be decent when dealing with men.

"I’m not her type?"

"No, no, no, that’s not what I meant. I’m saying that there’re old grudges in your marriage. Hilla married you because of the Holt’s mansion. It’s not based on affection but interests. So it is more likely to get a divorce."

"None of the first-married men know that."

Bruce sneered mockingly at Horton, "But is that what an unmarried man should know?"

Bruce was indeed desperate. He must be crazy that he turned to Horton!

Horton seemed ashamed and touched his spectacles. Then he looked kind as a doctor, "Why don’t you Hilla her move out as she wishes?"

As expected, before Horton could finish, Bruce gave him a cold stare. Horton was helpless, "You can move out with her. Anyway, you can find a way to get her to say yes."

Bruce was so smart. He could definitely find many reasons for Hilla to live with him. "Are you happy with my idea? I didn’t listen to your gossip for nothing, right?" When Horton glanced at Bruce’s face, he immediately knew that Bruce agreed to it.

He smiled and claimed the credit for himself.

Bruce got up into his wheelchair, pulled the blanket from the bed over his legs, and regained his composure.

Seeing Bruce and Horton go downstairs, Hilla ran over joyfully and took Bruce’s wheelchair from Horton, smiling sweetly, "It’s time for work. I’ll take you to the car."

Horton coughed and pulled Hilla’s arm, "I have some things to tell you. Please be prepared."

With that, he looked at Bruce’s legs worriedly. And Hilla’s heart skipped a beat. What she had been dreading must have come true. Bruce was paralyzed!

...

Horton had a gloomy expression. Hilla’s heart sank and her eyes turned red. She squatted down and looked at Bruce with a serious expression. "Don’t worry. Whether or not you can walk by yourself in the future, I will never abandon you,"

Hilla said sincerely and affectionately.

Horton’s eyes widened in shock, and his glasses almost fell from his nose.

Well, it didn’t fall. Horton patted Hilla’s shoulders, trying to suppress a smile. "Well, you can stop acting miserable."

"What do you mean? My husband has become paralyzed. Can’t I feel sad? Do you know how difficult it is to take care of a paralyzed person?"

"I wasn’t acting! It was real! You don’t have a wife and you’re jealous now, aren’t you?"

Hilla looked aggressive but in a cute way.

Hearing what Hilla said, Horton looked at Bruce in horror. He meant, "Your wife has quite the temper."

"Why are you looking at Bruce? Do you think you can be less incompetent just by looking at him? Stop Dreaming! Had I known that your medical skills were so poor, I would have chosen another doctor."

It took Horton a long time to recover from Hilla’s words before he whispered, "I... I just want to say that he is not paralyzed."

"Not paralyzed? Then why did you tell me to get ready? What is wrong with you?"

She had been frightened. She had thought that she would have to take care of a paralyzed person for the rest of her life. Although Bruce was her husband, she still felt that it would be a miserable life.

"I’m fine, OK? Calm her down."

Horton looked at Bruce, but he hadn’t expected Bruce to be so indifferent to him. Bruce was still thinking about the words that Hilla had said to Horton, "You don’t have a wife and you’re jealous now."

What she said was right. Being single was quite pitiful.

Bruce said, "Why should I do that? She’s not wrong."

"I’ve done it for you..." Horton gazed at Bruce in disbelief. Now it turned out that they were on the same side, and he was wicked.

"Hilla, Horton means that my legs are recovering very slowly. He has made some mistakes in the details of the special treatment, and it affected the recovery of the muscles in my legs. That’s why I can’t walk for so long. In the following days, I’m afraid that I still need your care."

Bruce’s gentle voice was like the spring breeze, refreshing Hilla’s mood.

She was filled with guilt now.

She looked at Bruce, shocked. "Is anything wrong with the treatment?"

She had given the special treatment to Bruce for the sake of his recovery, but she had deliberately made some mistakes at that time.

She just wanted him to suffer a little. It was only a joke. Unexpectedly, she was Horton’s accomplice.

No, she might be the culprit of Bruce’s slow recovery.

As Hilla reflected on what she had done, she felt sorry for that. She gave Bruce a guilty look.

"Bruce, will you be fine?"

"Yes. Horton said that as long as I’m well looked after, I’ll be fine after a period."

"Bruce, you must recover and never become a paralyzed person."

Hilla shook her head and murmured in a low voice. Her eyes brimmed with tears.

"Didn’t you want to move out? I’ve asked someone to find us a house. We can move over after work tonight. I need you to take care of me because there are not so many servants in that house. It would be tough for you."

"It’s okay. It’s my responsibility. Don’t worry. I will take good care of you."

Horton looked at Hilla who had become very gentle now and gave her a thumbs up in disbelief. Then, he cast Bruce a look of disdain.

Bruce had kept leading her on.

It sounded that Bruce had satisfied Hilla’s desire to move out, but in fact, it was a good excuse to live alone together, wasn’t it?

And he had made Hilla feel guilty for him and now she was obedient to him as compensation.

Bruce was really an expert in flirting and could get what he wanted easily.

Because of the removal, Hilla arrived at the company late on the second day in Maserati.

All the people in the company looked at her in disbelief. Only one night passed and she was now dressed in designer clothes and drove a luxury car.

Yesterday, she was the purest angel to the staff in the company. But today, they labeled her as a kept woman.

When Hilla entered the office, she saw that her desk was full of flowers and desserts.

She was so surprised that she thought she had come to the supermarket.

"Some people think that they can have everything with their pretty faces. But it can’t work forever."

A sharp voice made Hilla frown. She looked up and found this person familiar. After thinking for a while, she recognized her to be one of the two "aunties" she met in the bathroom yesterday.

A sweet smile appeared on her face as she said, "Auntie, have you eaten? It’s a pity that your face doesn’t give you the chance for that, right?"

People in the office burst into laughter.

The woman’s face darkened with anger. "You... What nonsense are you talking about?"

Auntie?

It was such a humiliation to a woman in her twenties, not to mention that Hilla had taunted her appearance.

"Auntie, what are you doing? Are you trying to hit me? Hey!"

As the woman rushed toward Hilla, Hilla took two steps back in a hurry, and then sat down on the ground, rubbing her wrist with red eyes. "It hurts. Why did you hit me?"

"Stop that! You were late today and now you are pretending to fall."

"My arm is broken!"

Hilla sat on the ground and didn’t get up. The woman was stunned. She didn’t expect that such a young girl would make a scene.

"Susan, you are going too far. Hilla is new here. You couldn’t hit her even though she was late. Do you think you can bully the newcomers just because you are senior?"

As Hilla fell, her admirers in the office ran over to help her up from the ground.

When Susan Adams saw that all the men who used to like her were helping Hilla, she was so angry that she blurted, "Didn’t you see? She’s just a shameless coquette. You’ve all been seduced by her face!"

"Susan, what are you talking about?"

Suddenly, Julie’s voice came from the office. Her face darkened. Beside her stood Rudi, followed by a group of higher-ups. The man sitting on the wheelchair at the front was the president of the Anderson Group, Bruce.