CHAPTER 67: BRUCE, YOU EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT ELOPING!

On the other side of the line came a woman’s gentle voice. "I’m sorry, the number you dialed is powered off..." Hilla’s heart sank.

Bruce’s phone was turned off. His phone was always on.

Did he not want to talk to her, or was he angry with her?

It was pouring outside without any signs of stopping. It hit the glass of the balcony and window fiercely.

The pattering of rain contrasted with the silence of the room, which made Hilla feel lonely.

Hilla wrapped herself in the quilt and looked at the phone screen in her hand. Margaret’s voice echoed in her mind. "Every successful man stays outside at night."

Really?

Hilla felt upset. It was the first time Bruce didn’t come back or maybe he would be back soon once he was done with his work.

The servant sent her hot milk and supper and left. Hilla sat there in a daze and gradually felt cold in this big empty room.

Then she got up, walk to the easel on the side. She pulled off the cloth over it and looked at the unfinished painting.

If she couldn’t sleep, then finish the painting that Lily asked for!

Perhaps Bruce would return before she finished it.

Hilla tried her best to get Margaret’s words out of her mind. "Every successful man stays out at night."

No. She didn’t buy it. Bruce was not that person.

Hilla tossed the brush onto the drawing board. This painting was almost completed, which showed slightly the mess in her heart.

She sat on the bed in a daze. The phone screen showed it was 2:30 am. Bruce was not back and his phone was still off.

She admitted that missing Bruce’s message was her fault, but it couldn’t be the excuse for his not returning home at night.

Her father used to be very busy too, but no matter how busy he was, he would come back home to accompany her mother at night. She remembered that her father told her with a smile that a man with a stable career did not need to go out to do lots of social things. He didn’t come back only because he didn’t want to.

"Bruce is not that person. Today was just an accident."

Hilla threw herself onto the bed and rolled around, wrapped in the heavy quilt. She gazed at the crystal lamp above and then closed her eyes angrily.

Then Hilla tried to get her mind out of it. Maybe she was just thinking too much.

Perhaps Bruce was too busy.

However, his legs had not recovered, and could not walk. How busy could he be?

What’s more, Rudi was now in control of half of the Anderson Group. He wouldn’t let

Bruce interfere too much. Two days ago, Bruce changed his people, which caught

Bruce off guard and made his family unpleasant. Couldn’t Bruce have an accident!

Hilla’s heart was suddenly gripped by fear, and then she flipped over and sat up from the bed.

"No, I can’t just wait here. I must find out where he is."

Having made up her mind, Hilla started to look through the contacts of the Anderson Group. Unexpectedly, she found the name of James, the assistant of Bruce.

She was lucky. There were only assistants and designers in this chat group. She didn’t expect that James was in it. At least, she finally found a lifesaver.

After hesitating for a moment, she sent James a message.

"Are you asleep?"

A long time passed but James didn’t respond. Hilla was so angry that she wanted to smash her phone.

Wasn’t James the special assistant who should be always available? He dared to not appear immediately when his boss’s wife needed him.

She decided to ask Bruce to deduct his year-end bonus if James didn’t reply in ten seconds. No! She should deduct all the money from his salary. He was too unprofessional!

Hilla rolled on the bed and cursed James. After pouring out her anger, she drifted into sleep.

At the entrance of the hotel, James helped Bruce into the car. He glanced at the phone and said, "Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson is still awake. Do I need to answer?"

"Mr. Anderson stayed out so late. Mrs. Anderson must be explosive now." James thought.

An angry woman could be extremely horrible. James couldn’t imagine what Mr.

Anderson would be when he returned home.

Bruce looked at his phone, which was out of power, and then looked at the heavy rain outside the window. He rubbed a small square box in his hand with his finger. After a while, he sighed and said, "No need. Let’s go home now. It’s too late. Drive slowly and be safe."

"It’s so late. Don’t you need to spend the night at the hotel? Miss Marley is waiting..."

"Go home. Hilla is waiting for me too."

"Mr. Anderson is really a good husband." James thought. Then he drove the car into

the rain.

At 4:43 am, a dark figure opened the door of a bedroom. It was bright inside. Bruce found Hilla sleeping on the bed as he entered.

He slowly moved forward and stopped by the bed, his gaze falling on the quiet little face.

Bruce smiled slightly and mumbled, "Without me, you sleep pretty well."

Bruce took off his wet clothes and lay on the bed. He turned over and hugged Hilla into his arms. Suddenly, He caught a glimpse of the painting rack by the bed.

There was a painting that had just been completed because the paint had not dried yet.

It was a snowy night. The snowflakes flew like fireflies under the illumination of street lights. A slender young man stood with his back to viewers in the snow.

His lonely figure was lit up by the lively snow.

Bruce was sure the man on the painting was not him at the first sight. When he looked closer, he found the man somewhat familiar. He became sullen gradually as a face came into his mind.

He recalled a teenager he had seen in the parking lot tonight.

A coincidence?

As a thirty-year-old adult, could he believe it?

This painting meant that they had known each other, and they were very familiar with each other. At the very least, in Hilla’s heart, this young man was different, because she rarely drew people.

As he gazed, he felt his body getting cold and he unconsciously tightened his embrace around Hilla.

"Ouch ... It hurts!"

The woman in his arms let out a moan. Only then did Bruce realize what he had done and loosened his hands quickly. Hilla, feeling safe again, snugged closer and fell asleep.

In the room, Bruce stared at the woman in his arms, his eyes dark and mysterious. A wave of jealousness overwhelmed him that he could sleep at all.

...

Bruce stared at Hilla in his arms for a long time, and the more he looked at her, the more he felt unsatisfied.

Bruce thought, "How could Hilla draw someone else? Moreover, the person she draws is a teenager. Does she think I am too old? But I look very young."

"Hilla, wake up."

Seeing Hilla draw someone else, Bruce began to shake the sleeping Hilla. Although he had been busy all night, he was not sleepy at all.

If he didn’t figure out this matter, he would be angry all night.

"Hilla, open your eyes quickly. Why do you draw another man?"

"Hilla..."

...

Hilla patted his face and immediately covered his mouth. The sleeping Hilla pushed him back to the bed in an extremely rude manner.

"Don’t be noisy!"

"Hilla, why are you so strong?"

Bruce covered his eyes and nose that had been hit, and he angrily laid flat on the bed.

It angered him. He wanted to beat her up, but he didn’t. After all, Hilla was a young girl. As a gentleman, he shouldn’t fight against her.

But the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Hilla had drawn a man and placed it on the bedside of their bedroom.

Was she thinking of that man before he returned, or was she deliberately drawing it to anger him?

"I want to eat Braised Chicken Wings, Roast Chicken Wings, and Fried Chicken Wings..."

"Foodie!"

Listening to Hilla mumbling in his arms, Bruce was angry.

In the end, he could only pull the blanket over them.

After all, it was almost dawn. If he didn’t sleep now, he really wouldn’t have time to sleep.

...

Hilla was woken up by a noise, and the sound was strong and rhythmic, so it was

hard for her to ignore it.

The most important thing was that she seemed to have heard this voice from somewhere, and she thought it was familiar.

It was very much like Bruce’s dart!

Hilla suddenly opened her eyes. Before she could see the roof clearly, a dart was above her head, and it flew over.

Then, it landed on her drawing board.

When Hilla saw her drawing board that had been pierced, she immediately sat up in surprise, not feeling sleepy at all.

"Bruce, you’re crazy. What are you doing? Why do you destroy my drawing board? Compensate me for my drawing board."

Hilla was so angry that she sat up straight from the bed and pounced on Bruce.

As soon as she finished speaking, a black gold card appeared in Bruce’s hand. He directly pressed it against her face, "Go buy a drawing board. If you like it, buy a few more. Your drawing board is just nice to be a dartboard."

"How did my drawing board offend you? Why do you destroy it? My drawing! I just drew it last night!"

She had promised that she would give it to Lily before Christmas. But the drawing had been destroyed. Bruce had not returned for a night, but he destroyed her drawing as soon as he returned.

Bruce lifted the quilt and calmly got on the wheelchair parked by the bed. He looked up at Hilla who was on the verge of tears, and he wore a long face.

It was just a drawing. Why was she so anxious?

This must be because of the boy in the painting. He should have flown a few more darts just now.

"It’s just a drawing. You can draw it again. However, you should hone your drawing skills. If you like it, buy a few famous works and hang them in your room to admire them."

"Bruce, you don’t return home at night, and now you’re insulting my profession. I’ll fight you."

"Don’t come over!"

"Hilla, don’t come over!"

Looking at Hilla, who was only wearing a nightdress but holding a pillow to beat him up, Bruce frowned and quickly warned.

Unfortunately, his words had no effect on a furious woman. Instead, he could only watch Hilla pounce on him and grab his neck.

She said, "Where did you go last night?"

He couldn’t cover up the fact that he didn’t return to his home last night. She, Hilla, was not a woman that was easy to fool.

Bruce frowned and had almost choked just now.

Hilla looked delicate and weak, but her strength was amazing. When his mother let Hilla marry him didn’t she tell Hilla not to use violence on him?

Thinking of what he had suffered when he was in a coma, Hilla had tormented him quite a bit during that time.

"Company. Didn’t I say I would wait for you in the garage? Where were you last night?"

Bruce asked. He raised his eyebrows slightly and toppled the situation in an instant. "You’ve been waiting for me in the garage? Waiting until dawn?" Hilla felt a little guilty, and her gaze drifted past Bruce, on elsewhere.

However, when she thought about it, she realized that something was wrong and quickly turned around to ask, "Are you an idiot? Did you wait for me until dawn? Don’t use this excuse to fool me! Bruce, do you think I’m an idiot?"

"No! I came home last night!"

Bruce said, then turned around and got his clothes.

Hilla felt that Bruce had a guilty conscience when he avoided her, so she quickly followed him in. She held her arms in front of her chest and stared at the man who was skillfully picking clothes inside.

"Even if you went home last night, it’s also late at night. You must have done something outside the hotel."

...

The button on his sleeve was pulled off. The crystal button fell to the ground and a crisp sound was heard. Then, the button quickly rolled on the floor and rolled into a corner.

Bruce frowned and changed into another shirt.

"Are you guilty?"

Hilla threw a sharp eye at Bruce.

"No!"

"You have a guilty conscience."

"No!"

"I’m sure you went to see a woman yesterday."

Bruce thought, "How did you know that?"

"So many women in the company."

"It’s a woman from the outside!"

Bruce thought, "It’s a waste for you to learn design."

"There are indeed many women on the streets."

"You went to the hotel last night!"

Bruce thought, "You think too much!"

"Just to visit a friend."

"Visit a friend? Your friend must be a woman, right? You guys even went to the hotel to get a room."

Bruce rubbed his eyebrows and thought, "What are you talking about!"

"You think too much. Even though we went to the hotel, we also went to the airport."

"My God. Bruce, you even thought about eloping with her. I’m too miserable!"

Bruce thought, "Please give me a chance to explain. You have made up the whole story yourself! I’m the miserable one!"