CHAPTER 90: INDEPENDENT, GLAMOROUS AND CUTE

No one could resist him!

Hilla put her hand to her heart to ease its painful beating and said softly with a red face, "You, you are talking nonsense.

"How will you make me feel safe? It can’t be bought."

Bruce nodded, "That’s true. We can have a deep discussion in the bed."

"No, no!"

Hilla was so scared that she rushed to get up. The gifts were also tightly held by her.

Bruce looked at her nervous expression and could not help but chuckle. He hugged her tightly in his arms and said, "Pack up everything here tomorrow. Remember to bring everything you like."

"Bruce, are you going to elope with me?"

He couldn’t shake off his ex-girlfriend, so he had to elope with his wife. How pitiful were they!

Bruce snapped his fingers on her forehead. Hearing that Hilla complained in pain, he pulled out the gifts in her arms and stuffed them all under her pillow.

"Don’t worry, these are all yours. No one will snatch them from you. Not only are these yours, but even more of mine are also yours!"

In the middle of the night, the lovebirds were still hugging each other so intimately, saying such shameless and private words. This aroused many thoughts in her mind.

Why didn’t she realize that Bruce was an expert at flirting?

"That’s enough for me. I don’t want your stuff."

Hilla felt that no matter how he tried to tempt her, as long as she kept her bottom line, Bruce would not do anything to her. No matter what, she was still a reserved girl.

It was mainly because she wasn’t greedy!

Bruce looked at her serious appearance and lowered his head. He lifted the strands of hair beside her ear and said softly, "We are now husband and wife, and we can share the fortune. If you don’t want it, I’m afraid that I have to give it to other women in the future."

Hilla frowned as she heard Bruce’s words. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that what he said was true.

She and Bruce were married. Of course, they could share the property. Bruce’s money was her money. Why didn’t she want it?

Was she stupid? It was better to have money in her hands than give it to Riya!

She had taken care of Bruce for half a year, serving him so well from being a vegetable that was half dead on the bed, to this sexy man who could seduce his ex-girlfriend.

If she didn’t take anything in the end and quit, she would probably piss off.

This was no longer a matter of women’s nature. This was completely related to her pride.

If she lost her face, the Holts would also be looked down on. She would never let this happen.

She could lose Bruce but not money. She, Hilla Holt, couldn’t suffer a loss.

"You’re right. Bruce, how much money do you have now? Do you have shares of the Anderson Group? You should have quite a lot of fixed assets, right? Why don’t we take some time to make a property certificate tomorrow?" Hilla asked.

Bruce knew that what she was thinking.

Looking at Hilla, who was seriously plotting for his property, Bruce miraculously found that he did not feel disgusted. Why did he feel that the woman in his arms was cuter with the light?

She was so lovely even when she plotted for his wealth. He was really poisoned. "Alright! We can make one when I have time."

Bruce’s voice wasn’t loud, but his words still rang in Hilla’s ears. Her heart skipped a beat. Astonishment flashed in her eyes.

"You ... really want to go?"

She had thought that rich people like the Andersons should be stingy. The richer they were, the more careful they would be with their money.

However, she remembered that before the Holts went bankrupt, her parents were also generous. What Bruce said might be true. He wanted to give her a public certificate.

Hilla was so excited that she couldn’t sleep for the whole night because she was about to become a billionaire.

The next morning, when Hilla sat down before the mirror with dark circles under her eyes, she was shocked.

"Oh my god, why am I so haggard? The pressure of being a rich woman is too great. Let Bruce come back later to verify my property."

Hilla lay weakly in front of the dressing mirror. When Margaret came in, she thought that Hilla was pretending to be deep. Seeing Hilla’s two dark circles, she said in horror, "I know absence makes the heart grow fonder. But didn’t you two play too late last night?"

"Nonsense, I just came back. I am a bit acclimatized, so I can’t sleep."

How could she say that she was so excited that she didn’t sleep all night for the sake of the Andersons’ wealth?

Margaret sighed and shook her head as she sat on Hilla’s bed. She said with a bitter expression, "When exactly would you like to let Bruce achieve true success? I heard that he went to the countryside and did farm work for you for a few days. You don’t know that my brother is bossy at home. Other than those servants, he will also exploit me. He is always the overlord of the Andersons who never does any chores."

Margaret felt that it was necessary to explain to Hilla how bastard Bruce was when he was a kid.

There was still a need to make her mentally prepared!

Speaking of the matter between husband and wife, Hilla turned her head to the side with a red face. She said in a small voice, "What do you mean? He didn’t do any farm work in the countryside either, and he did it for my sister."

"Hilla, why are you such a reserved woman? Where is the brave heroine who kicked the asses of the thugs in the alley? It doesn’t make sense."

"Why?"

"Bruce has just recovered from his serious illness and is as weak as a chicken. With your ability, you didn’t even need the second move to let him lay obediently on the bed. But you haven’t done it for so long..."

Margaret stroked her chin like a detective. Her eyes narrowed. She moved closer to Hilla, staring at her, and said.

"Is it because you think he is too old for you?"

She frowned and muttered, "Other than being a little older than you, he looks great. Moreover, he is so rich. There is no reason for you not to like him. As time passes, you should have some improper thoughts about him."

Hilla muttered in her heart. She didn’t only think but she took action.

When Bruce was lying on the bed in a coma, she had done almost all kinds of frivolous things. She only needed to strip Bruce off and complete all the work.

But ... she couldn’t say such an embarrassing thing, especially not to let Margaret know that she had done so much to her brother!

Seeing that Margaret looked confused, Hilla was about to explain. However, Margaret leaned forward and asked, "Maybe it is you who are not Bruce’s cup of tea?"

Bruce did not like her? That was impossible unless he was blind!

...

"What type does Bruce like?"

Hilla moved closer to Margaret, her eyes were filled with curiosity and seriousness.

Margaret held her chin and thought about it seriously. She said in a low voice, "Independent, glamorous, and cute!"

Hilla was stunned. Why did she feel that Margaret was talking about Riya?

Although she had only glanced at the woman from a distance, the impression Riya left on her was very deep.

That woman was very beautiful. She stood tall and had a curvy figure. When she smiled, she was stunning. And she looked quite cute when she leaned on Bruce.

Moreover, Bruce did not push her away at that time. He should be enjoying Riya acting cute in his arms. With such a beauty in his arms, he should have a doting expression on his face.

Hilla was getting angry.

The lipstick in her hand was broken with a snap. She crushed it into pieces. The red color stained one of her hands.

"What are you doing? I like this brand of lipstick. I didn’t even get this limited edition color. How did you get it?"

Hilla said lazily, "It was from Bruce."

Margaret was furious, "This color is my favorite. I asked him to buy this set of lipsticks for me but he told me that he was too busy and forgot about it. I didn’t expect him to give it to you. How could he not order another set for his sister? Is he so short of money? Bruce is heartless. It’s right that you didn’t come back from the countryside. He doesn’t deserve a woman."

Margaret rescued half of the lipstick from Hilla’s hands with a sad face.

She was furious. Didn’t Bruce know that lipsticks were women’s lifeblood? This was her only hobby in life. Although it was the same as Hilla’s, Bruce only doted on Hilla and didn’t care about his siblings. It was too heartbreaking!

She was so angry that no one was satisfied with her little hobby. She was simply not a qualified rich girl.

"Do you like it?"

Margaret tightly held the broken lipstick and nodded at Hilla pitifully. Hilla turned around and went directly to the wardrobe. She opened the cabinet and took out an exquisite lipstick box.

The entire golden suit looked wonderful.

Margaret watched Hilla angrily stuff a whole set of lipstick into her arms and said in a low voice, "You can keep it."

Bruce had just given it to her yesterday. She had been happy and excited to meet Margaret today to try out the colors. But now, she didn’t want to see that bastard’s gift.

Margaret hugged the box in her arms tightly. Her eyes were full of surprise. This was the limited edition of this quarter. She heard that this brand only had ten sets of it. Every color in it was beautiful. Margaret stared at each of them for a long time.

Hilla gave it to her so easily? She felt a little unreal.

"Really? You gave them all to me?"

"Yes, take them away. Don’t let me see them in the future."

Hilla was in a bad mood when she saw it, not to mention apply them to her mouth.

Margaret tightened her arms and nodded excitedly. "Don’t worry. I will hide them well. I guarantee that they won’t go back if you want them again," she thought with happiness.

"Hilla, don’t worry. I only recognize you as my sister-in-law. In my eyes, other women are all evil spirits. I will always stand firmly on your side. As long as Bruce flirts with that woman, I will tell you immediately. Anyway, in this life, I only have you as my sister-in-law."

A full set of limited edition items could exchange Margaret’s loyalty and flattery. Hilla was worth it!

Although Hilla had destroyed one of her most beloved ones, it didn’t matter. She had also snatched back half of it. As long as she carefully fixed it, her entire set of little cuties was still perfect.

Because Hilla was just an ordinary assistant, she didn’t need to follow Bruce to go back to work in advance. These few days she could rest in the Andersons’.

As time passing by, she was getting boring.

It was different from life with Bruce. Now she was the only one in the room. Other than talking to the wall, she was reading the novels.

As for Margaret ... after getting the lipsticks, she had already drifted away without a trace.

"Halle, how are you? Do you feel uncomfortable? Don’t be too tired. Remember to take good care of your baby."

Hilla was lying casually on the bed while making the video call with Halle. She felt that she finally had some energy.

Halle seemed to be feeding the two furry puppies in the courtyard. Hilla left these two to accompany her. She was very clear that as the two fellas growing up, not only could they accompany Halle, they could also help them guard the house.

Although Hilla didn’t say it, Halle knew that Hilla wanted these two little guys to protect her.

"Right now, I’m either eating or sleeping. Lilian just sent over some lamb chops. I ate far too much. Even a queen could not be as willful as I am."

Halle said with a relaxed expression. Hilla heaved a sigh of relief.

"I’m relieved that you and my nephew are fine."

"But why are you unhappy? What happened after yesterday, you returned to the Andersons? Did someone say something when you went back?"

Looking at Hilla’s face, Halle knew that she had something on her mind. She knew her sister best.

She knew that Hilla would not easily let her suffer, but she was afraid that those things would make Hilla unhappy.

"No! Mother and Grandpa were very happy when I came back. They even gave me a lot of gifts. Look, there are plenty. I can share them with my nephew."

Hilla lifted the pillow and showed the presents.

Halle glanced at them and could not help but laugh. "Then I will thank you on behalf of him.

"Since you are still so unhappy, it can only be Bruce who made you angry."

Halle pursed her lips slightly. The smile in her eyes was especially gentle because she was a mother.

The quarrel between the couple had always been unavoidable. Knowing that Hilla was doing well in the Andersons, she was relieved.

Hilla thought of Bruce’s standards for women and couldn’t help but say, "Halle, do you think I’m independent, beautiful, have a personality? Am I very good at acting cute?"

Halle was stunned. Her eyes widened and then she continued, "Is Bruce’s type?" She really couldn’t hide anything from her big sister!

Hilla nodded in disappointment and said weakly, "Do you also think that I am not independent, beautiful, and good at acting cute?"

She was a noble lady with integrity, acting cute was too degrading, she would never do this!

Moreover ... what should she do? Did she need to throw herself at Bruce like Riya?