CHAPTER 83: I MARRIED YOU

"Halle, what should we do? Should we send him to the hospital?"

Bruce was dragged into the room and had been sleeping on their bed. Hilla was so anxious that she tightened the corner of her clothes and bit her lips.

She wanted Bruce to suffer a little, but she did not want him to get sick.

Bruce had been sleeping since entering the house. She did not dare to wake him up.

But she was even more afraid that Bruce would not wake up.

Halle looked at anxious Hilla. She shook her head and thought, "You are so worried about him. Then why are you angry with him?"

She was like a child who could not control her temper.

"He just had a little fever. Hasn’t he taken medicine? He is an adult and has the ability to recover."

Bruce was in his prime. His body was at its best. A little cold could not kill him. Hilla glanced at Bruce and kept worried, "But why hasn’t he woken up?"

Halle sighed and said, "Didn’t you say that he hasn’t slept for two days and two nights? He must be sleepy. Hilla, you are too nervous."

"No, Bruce is always weak."

"How weak can an adult man be? I think he is stronger than you."

Halle didn’t want to argue with her. She tidied up the room and planned to feed the two dogs in the yard.

Hilla was like a clingy worm. She followed behind Halle and muttered, "How could he be strong? He had just recovered."

Halle turned to look at her and said in a low voice, "Since you care so much about him, why did you let him sleep outside? Now he is sick, do you want me, a pregnant woman, to carry him to the hospital?"

"No. It should be me that carry him to the hospital."

Hilla lowered her head and said in a low voice. After being scolded by Halle, her mood became worse. Even Halle had disliked her behavior. Did she go too far with Bruce yesterday?

But she did nothing. She just didn’t allow him to sleep in the room.

She had grievance and complaint. But seeing Bruce lying on the bed, Hilla felt her rage went away.

After all, Bruce was so sick that couldn’t get up from the bed. She would be narrow-minded if she continued to argue.

It was Christmas Eve today. People became busy in the morning. Festivals would be

particularly interesting in the village.

Hilla and Halle had cleaned up the courtyard. Hilla took out the Christmas tree and began to decorate it.

Today, Hilla wore a light pink cotton shirt with a bun on her head. Her fluffy collar matched her white and delicate face, making her shine under the sunlight.

Hilla was holding the tape in one hand and holding the Christmas tree in the other hand.

Halle was pregnant, so she couldn’t climb a ladder. She gave all the work to Hilla.

Although it was the first time for Hilla to do it, she was happy to be immersed in the atmosphere of the festival. Lilian, who was next door, wanted to help her. But Hilla rejected her.

Hilla was tall. She was able to climb high.

However, she wasn’t very familiar with it. The stool under her feet swayed. Only when a pair of hands supported the stool that Hilla decorated the tree well.

She turned around and saw a strange man standing behind her. Hilla was surprised and said politely, "Thank you!"

"No, no, no, no need!"

The young man blushed and shook his hand.

He said awkwardly, "Have, have you, have you just arrived?"

What a pity! Such a handsome young man would stutter.

Hilla felt sorry. The people in the village were simple and honest. The young man in front of her looked about the same age as her. But he seemed to be shy.

Hilla smiled friendly, "Yes, my sister and I just moved here not long ago."

"There are few outsiders in our village."

The young man scratched his head and laughed. He still blushed.

Then he said, "My family lives on the east end of this road. My dad is in charge of the village. If you need any help, come to my house."

The young man was friendly. Hilla was in his territory. The factory was going to start soon. She may need their help in the future. Thus Hilla quickly nodded, "It will be great. My name is Hilla. If there is anything, then I may bother you."

She didn’t expect that she would have the chance to help Halle pull strings.

The young man smiled and murmured Hilla’s name, "Hilla, this name is nice. My name is Roger. Can I add you on Line?"

If someone asked her such a question on the street outside, she would think that the person was a hooligan. She might beat the person.

But she was now in the simple countryside where the people were all full of enthusiasm. She was especially grateful for the hospitality of others. Moreover, she might need help from Roger in the future.

"Sure!"

Hilla took out her phone happily and added Roger’s Line.

The people here were indeed simple and honest. She had been here for only three days and had made a friend. If she lived in this village for a long time, she would not want to leave.

"Hilla, have you finished decorated the tree? Help me dry my clothes."

Halle was calling Hilla. Hearing this, Hilla quickly waved to Roger, "My sister is calling me. I need to go."

"Okay, I’ll contact you via Line."

Roger smiled. A pair of shallow dimples appeared on his fair face. Hilla happily ran back to the courtyard and completed the task Halle had given her. She cleaned up the courtyard by the way. When finished it, she quickly run back to the house to see Bruce.

Bruce was still asleep on the bed. His fever was gone.

Hilla heaved a sigh of relief and happily went to the store to buy eggs for Halle.

When she came back, she happened to see Lilian coming out of her house with a strange smile on her face. Seeing Hilla, Lilian grabbed her.

"Hilla, Halle is so lucky. I have never seen such a good-looking man, like a movie star."

She probably used this sentence to praise any good-looking people.

"Lilian, what are you talking about?"

Hilla seemed to understand. But she felt confused.

Lilian smiled as she could not open her eyes. She said to himself, "Last night, I thought Halle lied. I didn’t expect that she was really married."

Hilla nodded. "Halle was married before. But she divorced later.

"Halle and your brother-in-law are a perfect match."

After saying that, Lilian left. But Hilla had a puzzled look on her face. She didn’t have a brother-in-law now.

When she entered the house, Hilla saw Bruce carrying the water. Halle stood beside him and smiled.

Hilla instantly understood who was Brother-in-law Lilian said.

...

Hilla stood at the door and watched Bruce fetching water with sleeves rolled up.

Bruce had been living off the fat of the land. He was a noble rich. Let alone fetching water, he hadn’t even made a bed.

Moreover, Bruce had been injured before and had been lying in bed for more than half a year. He had just recovered, Orlenna would not let him do farm work. Most importantly, a noble and dignified man like Bruce did not need to do such things.

Hilla muttered for a long time and found a bunch of reasons why Bruce didn’t need to work.

But even so, when she saw Bruce, she still felt that his every movement was so natural and easy on the eye.

Even when she saw his revealed fair-skinned forearm, she could feel his strong and muscular physique.

Men were always attractive to women when they were releasing hormones.

Then, Hilla looked at Halle, who was elegant and beautiful. Her sister was smiling and looked satisfied. The way Halle looked at Bruce was like a mother looked at her future son-in-law. How could Lilian think they were a couple?

The two of them did not suit each other but were seen as a couple. Hilla thought that Lilian must have problems with her eyes.

Hilla thought, "I am young, energetic, and beautiful. Am I not a good match for him?"

Halle turned her head and saw Hilla standing not far away. She looked confused, obviously thinking something. God knew how long she had been standing there.

"Hilla, what are you thinking? Didn’t I tell you to hang out the clothes to dry? Where are the clothes?"

Hilla came back to her senses and realized that she had been standing there. She had long forgotten what Halle had asked her to do.

"Oh, I’ll go get it!"

When she turned around, she thought of something. She turned again and looked at Bruce, who was frowning, "Why didn’t you tell me you woke up? Are you well?"

Bruce was still wearing haute couture. The black cashmere coat made him look tall and slender. The white shirt underneath only unbuttoned the two buttons on his collar, revealing his sexy Adam’s apple, which made him more handsome.

This kind of Bruce was like a square peg in a round hole. He was too outstanding in the farmyard. No wonder Lilian noticed him right away.

Bruce poured the last bucket of water into the water tank. Then he rolled down his sleeves and slowly walked towards Hilla, "I’m a little dizzy. Put your hand on my forehead. Do I still have a fever?"

Bruce walked forward, bent down, and moved his head closer to Hilla. Hilla naturally reached out and touched his forehead. "It’s not burning. Are you dizzy?"

"Yes, a little. I guess I’m so hungry I have low blood sugar."

Bruce said solemnly, and Hilla immediately got nervous and said, "Seriously? You’re a grown man. How can you easily have low blood sugar? What do you want to eat? I bought eggs today. How about I make you two fried eggs?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow and looked at her surprisingly, "You can make fried eggs?"

Hilla had never cooked. She would break the dishes just for washing them. Bruce was skeptical about her cooking skill.

Hilla met his suspicious gaze and said angrily, "Of course, my sister and I won’t live here for free. I can work."

Hilla used to be taken good care of by others, but since the day the Holt family went bankrupt, she knew that she could only count on herself now.

Bruce nodded and said seriously, "Just make two fried eggs later. Let’s hang out the clothes to dry first."

Bruce knew how to dry clothes. Although Hilla didn’t quite believe it in her heart, when she saw Bruce reach the clothesline with his long arm, she had to admit she was wrong.

In the farmyard, clotheslines were always hung between trees or houses. Maybe the previous owners of the house were very tall.

Hilla thought that she was not short in height. She was 5.41 feet tall. However, she still felt difficult to reach the clothesline.

Halle was pregnant and this kind of labor was unsuitable for her, so Hilla took her place.

Seeing Bruce so easily hang the clothes on the clothesline, Hilla finally felt the importance of having a man here.

After hanging the clothes, Hilla went to cook.

Halle looked at the busy figure in the kitchen and could not help but smile at Bruce, "You didn’t even coax her, but she is not angry with you now. I have never seen my sister cook for any man, not even my father."

Bruce was sorting the firewood in the yard, which was indeed hard work for two girls.

No wonder Hilla had so many small wounds on her hands.

Bruce lowered his eyes and said, "Next time, let Hilla bring some fried eggs to your parents’ grave."

Halle was stunned for a moment, then could not help but laugh, "There’s no need for that. My parents probably can’t get used to the food in the real world now."

"Bruce trying my sister’s bad cooking is enough. Let my parents rest peacefully in heaven." Halle thought.

"But I have to remind you. Hilla has been here for so many days, but she barely learned how to make a fire. The eggs..."

"Halle, come take a look!"

Halle hadn’t finished her words when she saw Hilla running out of the kitchen with a shovel in her hand, along with a thick puff of smoke.

"What is it?"

Seeing Hilla so panicked, Halle immediately thought, "Is the kitchen on fire?"

Bruce pulled Hilla into his arms and frowned when he saw a red blister on her hand.

How stupid she was hurting herself just for frying an egg!

Hilla pointed at the smoky kitchen and said apologetically, "The egg was scorched so quickly, and the oil was boiling everywhere. I couldn’t get the egg out."

So, that egg was still in the pan?

Halle hurried to the kitchen, in case the pan burned a hole.

Bruce sighed and took Hilla to the pool, pressing her hand into the pool.

"It’s so cold!"

"How inhumane! He flushed my hand with the water that just came out of the vat.

Didn’t he see there was still ice in there?" Hilla thought.

Seeing Hilla like this, Bruce wanted to laugh but was also angry. He snorted coldly, "You felt cold but you don’t feel any pain. If you can’t fry an egg, just stay quiet!"

Hilla felt shameful being scolded by Bruce.

She was seen through straight away.

She was so angry and said, "My hand was hurt for frying eggs for you. Don’t you even consider my feelings before you said that?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows and said, "You scorched the egg. Have you considered the feeling of the egg?"

Hilla was stunned and said angrily, "I bought those eggs. Why should I consider their feelings?"

Bruce nodded, "I married you. You are injured. Have you considered my feelings?"