CHAPTER 81: SHE IS A KIND PREDECESSOR

When Hilla saw Bruce, she subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away.

But quickly she realized it made no sense for her to run away since Bruce had been here.

Besides, she could run but could not hide. Sooner or later, she and Bruce would meet.

She reluctantly took steps forward. When she was a certain distance away from Bruce, she stopped and said in a low voice, "Are you here to see me?"

To prevent herself from thinking too much, Hilla raised her eyebrows and asked first.

Bruce took a look at her clothes and replied, "I just came back from a business trip abroad."

"OK."

Was he telling her that he had rushed over to see her as soon as he got off the plane? Was he showing his sincerity to her? Unfortunately, even if she felt it, she would pretend to be indifferent.

Seeing Hilla stood still, Bruce took a step forward. However, Hilla regarded him as a thief. As soon as he moved, she quickly retreated. She frowned and said, "If you have something to say, just stand here and say it. Then leave."

"I haven’t eaten," Bruce said lightly.

Hilla thought that Bruce came here to explain the relationship between Riya and him. Or, he would take her back to the Anderson family according to Orlenna’s wishes. At the very least, he would discuss the divorce with her.

But she didn’t expect he would say he had not eaten.

His trick was quite different from others. Was it a sympathy -getting ploy? If so, he was too naive. If she believed such a ploy, wouldn’t she be too stupid?

"Walk straight out of the village along the road, and then turn right and you will see a restaurant."

Hilla seriously pointed a way for him. She was calm and kind, not like a resentful and sorrowful wife who lost her husband.

The Holts could not lose face. Hilla would not be softhearted when facing men.

Bruce did not look at the place she pointed at. He just said, "What are you doing?"

"Baking some Christmas cookies."

After replying, Hilla regretted it. Was she too friendly to Bruce?

However, she had no idea what should a married woman to do with her errant husband.

Should she make a scene? Or should she sit on the ground and cry or question Bruce?

Hilla thought of many scenes, but she didn’t expect that Bruce would be so shameless that he walked past her and go straight into the courtyard. Then his voice rang out.

"I want to eat the cookies first. This is your first time cooking. I won’t be strict."

"Should I thank you for your kindness?" Hilla thought in anger.

"Bruce, who allowed you to come in?"

Hilla wanted to stop Bruce, but he walked much faster than her.

Before she could stop him, he had opened the door.

"How thick-skinned you are!"

Hilla said in anger, and Halle heard it. She warned Hilla, "Hilla, how can you talk to Mr. Anderson like this?"

Although Hilla and Bruce had married, Halle regarded Bruce as a guest now.

The way the Holt family treated guests could not be forgotten.

Bruce looked at Halle and said apologetically, "Sorry to disturb you."

Halle smiled. "I know if you don’t come in like this, Hilla will lock you outside."

She knew Hilla well. As Hilla’s sister, she was familiar with Hilla’s temper.

"It’s cold outside. Hilla, let Mr. Anderson come in and have a cup of tea."

Hilla rolled her eyes and said in anger, "Mr. Anderson, please."

Bruce turned to look at her and asked, "We are couples. Do we need to be so polite to each other?"

Hilla didn’t know what to say. She stood behind him and muttering, "Who is your wife?"

Didn’t he come here to discuss the divorce with her so that he could give his ex-girlfriend a status? She could leave him, but she had to think about the status which went with being a wife.

Halle saw their awkward relationship. She looked at the sky outside the window and asked, "Mr. Anderson, it’s so late. Have you had dinner?"

"Not yet. Sorry to trouble you."

"Hilla and I just baked some Christmas cookies. If you don’t mind, eat some first."

They planned to eat the cookies tomorrow morning. They didn’t expect Bruce to suddenly come.

Halle did not embarrass him. She went to the kitchen and left Hilla and Bruce alone.

Hilla felt Bruce had made here his home. She was surprised. She stared at him and said, "How can you ask my sister to cook for you? Don’t you feel embarrassed?"

"Why do I feel embarrassed? She is my sister-in-law."

"Nonsense, she is only my sister."

Hilla argued. Bruce frowned and said with a gloomy look, "Are you still angry?"

Obviously, she was in great anger. How could Bruce be so stupid that he didn’t find it? Shouldn’t she be angry?

"My legs have recovered long ago. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to be more convenient in the company. Rudi won’t be on against me only if I haven’t recovered."

It was a good reason. Hilla nodded and gave him a thumbs-up, "So you regard me as Rudi’s spy and you are always on guard against me."

"No."

Bruce said seriously, "I’m afraid that you’ll worry about me. It will make my heart ache."

Hilla thought, "Not only are you thinking about me now, but you are also so good at making me happy. You don’t even need to think about the love words and just say them smoothly."

"Who will worry about you? I’m afraid you’re more worried about Miss Marley."

Why were he and Riya so bold that they had been hugging each other since they came out of the lounge? They must have been more intimate when they were inside.

She was simple-minded and thought her husband was different from other men.

Only now did she realize that marriage was always bad. It was only a matter of time.

"It’s indeed a misunderstanding. I have nothing to do with Riya now."

Bruce was annoyed when mentioning Riya. He didn’t know what to say and just looked out the window.

However, Hilla thought his evasive behavior meant he felt guilty. He was thinking of Riya but he came here to disturb her.

People always have something in their own hands but also think about getting more.

"Mr. Anderson, you don’t have to explain. You have nothing to do with her and I have nothing to do with you. I have left your house. When do you plan to marry Miss Marley and settle the divorce procedures with me?"

Bruce frowned and asked, "Why do I marry her?"

Who said he agreed to divorce?

...

Halle came back with the Christmas cookies and saw Hilla and Bruce staring at each other.

Hilla was angry and looked like she wanted to fight with someone. Bruce looked calm. He took the cookies and bowls from Hilla.

Halle had not expected they would gather around a table.

The noble person in charge of the Anderson family now looked like an ordinary person.

Bruce placed the knife, fork, and bowls in front of Hilla. He took out the vinegar and said to her, "Do you want this?"

Did she want to be more jealous?

Halle smiled when seeing this. She ate the cookies and ignored them.

In any case, Bruce had been here. It would not be so easy to send him away tonight.

Halle pretended that she did not know anything and continued to eat.

Hilla snorted and replied firmly, "No."

Bruce nodded and whispered, "You can’t be sourer."

Halle could not help but laugh.

From the moment Bruce came here, Halle knew that Hilla and he would soon restore good relations.

She knew Hilla was easy to comfort. Although Hilla was a little childish, she was not an unreasonable woman.

"The vinegar is sour. It only suits my taste. You better not try it."

Halle took the vinegar bucket with a smile. Her taste had changed a lot, and she knew Hilla was not used to it.

Although Hilla was angry, she tried to be well-behavior. She didn’t want Halle to worry about her, and she was worried about Halle’s health.

Therefore, she stopped quarreling with Bruce. They finished the cookies in peace.

"You’ve finished. Can you leave my house now?"

Once Hilla calmed down, she wanted Bruce to leave.

He offended her eyes. As soon as he stayed, she felt uncomfortable.

Bruce glanced out of the window, then looked at Hilla, and said gently, "You have vented your jealousy and anger. Can you come back with me?"

Hilla frowned. "I won’t go with you. Don’t come again. I have nothing to do with you."

Bruce had thought of this answer. He was not surprised. He pursed his lips and said softly, "Mom drove me out of the home."

"Mr. Anderson, don’t tell me you want to stay here. You are a president. You must have property somewhere else. Don’t pretend that you are homeless."

Hilla was smart. Bruce felt that the idea given by Horton was silly, but he still used it.

He raised his eyebrows and looked out the window. Halle, who was beside him, said, "This place is very far from the River City. It snowed recently. It should not be easy for you to come here."

Bruce quickly looked at Halle with admiration. He thought Halle was indeed a gentle and considerate woman!

He nodded and said, "Yes. It’s already dark. I don’t know if there will be an accident if I leave now."

Halle followed, "It is indeed dangerous to walk on the mountain road so late. But we don’t have a spare room and it is cold at night here. I’m afraid it is not convenient for you to stay."

Halle took a glance at Hilla and saw Hilla turning around awkwardly. Then she looked at Bruce again and said, "Mr. Anderson, please leave."

"But... I remember that the end of the crossroad is covered in snow. Accidents happened there every year. Be careful when you drive there."

Bruce replied and was about to walk out. Halle quickly followed him. She was seeing him off.

Hilla looked at him and kicked the door frame. She murmured, "Why did you come here? It serves you right. It won’t be my fault if you get into a car accident."

While she said this, she thought Bruce had gotten into a car accident half a year before Christmas. He had fallen asleep in bed for half a year. She remembered how she took care of him in that half-year.

What if he got into a car accident again?

"Miss Marley is back. Let your first love serve you. She abandoned you last time. Let’s see if she will stay with you if you get into a car accident."

Hilla took malicious pleasure in think of this.

She was even looking forward to seeing Bruce being abandoned. However, she realized that something was wrong. Why did she have to accept Bruce when he was abandoned? She didn’t take second-hand goods.

"Who wants to serve a vegetable? Hilla, are you a masochist?"

Hilla scolded herself. Then she sat back on the bed. Soon, Halle came back.

Halle took a quilt and was about to go out. Hilla hurriedly said, " Halle, what are you going to do?"

Candy and Cookie had thick fairs warm nests. They didn’t need this quilt.

Halle said indifferently, "Mr. Anderson’s car is out of oil. I’m afraid he won’t be able to leave tonight. I’ll give him the quilt and let him stay in the car for the night. However, there is no heater in the car. I don’t know if Mr. Anderson will be sick tonight. I heard that he has just recovered."

"Just recovered? He has recovered a long time ago. This liar!" Hilla complained in a low voice.

As a vengeful woman, she remembered Bruce’s deception.

Halle smiled. "He knows that you are still angry, so he doesn’t ask to stay inside. I’ll just give him the quilt. Anyway, it’s not our business whether he feels cold or not."

Halle turned around and was about to leave, but Hilla quickly stopped her and said, "Halle, what are you saying? It would be so unlucky if he gets sick here."

Halle nodded and said, "That’s true. But he’s an adult. At most, he will get sick from the cold. You have left the Anderson family anyway, so you don’t have to worry that your mother-in-law and the others would complain about you."

Hilla was not worried before. Hearing what Halle said, she became a little anxious.

After all, Orlenna and the Andersons were very good to her. She still felt guilty about Orlenna for the pregnancy which indeed hurt the elders.

If Orlenna knew Bruce fell ill because of her, how sad Orlenna would be. "Halle, is the quilt thick enough? How about taking mine over?" Halle said, "It’s the same. It’s new."

"But it’s cold here. He just has a quilt. There’s no heater in his car. I heard that in recent years, many people slept in the car and then got stifled."

Hilla stamped anxiously. Halle sighed, "Then what should we do? We can’t let him come in and sleep. You will be angry with him again."

"Let him sleep in the next room. It’s just one night. It’s fine if he doesn’t get frozen." Hilla said in a low voice as she furrowed. She was a kind predecessor.