A Love Rekindled

Chapter 32

I panicked and lost my strength. Bruce immediately took advantage of the situation and wriggled his way in I was discouraged and looked up at him, asking, "Mr. Harold, do you think that this is appropriate?”

He did not speak. His brow was knitted in frustration as he pulled at his tie.

This was an unusual sight.

Outside the door, Caroline’s voice came closer and closer. "Nance, are you asleep?"

I pinched my brow and forced myself to be alert. I gestured to Bruce to hide behind the door.

My fingers had just alighted on the doorknob when he reached out a hand and covered mine with his.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his lean arms. His palms felt burning hot.

“Nance.” His voice was low and deep in my ear. "Aren't we close?”

He was crazy.

Was Bruce not afraid of making a commotion at all?

I looked up at him in frustration and did not make a sound

In the silence, I suddenly felt a tightening arm around my waist. and suddenly I was pulled inte his embrace. There was only a thin layer of material between us, and I could clearly feel his muscled arm around my waist. He was tense.

I struggled, but could not stand firm and lost my balance.

Bruce bent down and met my eyes. He seemed to be in a trance as he asked, "Aren't we close?"

His hot breath blew on the tip of my nose, and I could smell a strong whiff of alcohol blowing onto my face.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I looked away, but all I felt was a warm sensation on my face. Bruce had cupped my face in his hands. “Answer me.”

"We are not close.” Anger flared up in me and I clenched my teeth as I said, "Bruce, we...”

His kiss descended on me and swallowed the words I was about to say.

I reached out to stop him, but he held my arms in a vice-like grip and raised them above my head

His kiss seemed to envelope me like a warm wave, and his face flickered in my vision. He was so aggressive that I did not know how to respond. In my dreams, Bruce bit my tattoo gently, just like he had a long time ago. He called my name over and over again.

Alcohol was really a great thing.

The noise of my ringtone pulled me out of my dreams. I opened my eyes to unfamiliar surroundings, and I became alert at once.

But the moment I became alert. I felt helpless.

The traces were very obvious.

On the other end of the phone, Caroline explained excitedly, ‘Good news, Nance! Bruce has decided to give us another five million'* =

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Another five million.

I was dazed.

I thought of the surreal scene in my dreams, and I could not bring myself to smile.

I dragged my aching legs into the bathroom, and in the steam, I clearly saw the bruise on my chest. It was still on the same spot as my tattoo.

The faded words were still barely visible. "I will always love you. Bruce.”

As time had passed, the word ‘love’. had become almost indecipherabie. It was as if time had flashed its , claws and was scoffing at my foolishness. ite) -

Was this Bruce's compensation?

Caroline and I were both late.

Although Richard wasn't very interested, at least we still had some funds

We had also solved the problem of publicity expenses, which had been bothering Caroline for a while.

She started planning excitedly for a team building event, where she would announce the good news to everyone.

However, Gindy somehow got wind of the news, and during lunch break, she suddenly appeared in front. of me and asked, "Nancy, I hearcthat we got another sum of investment funds. Is it true?” -

She did not mention Bruce.

Bruce probably hadn't told her about his additional investment.

"Ms. Whittaker will make an announcement." I did not want to get between them, so I said, "Just hold on." There was a flash of disappointment in her eyes. "Oh, I see.”

I didn't want her to think teo much, so I added. "It'll be within a couple of days.”

Cindy did not ask further.

I thought that the topic had ended, but her round, large eyes fell on my neck, and her expression froze. I asked in confusion, "What is it?"

"N-nothing,” Cindy stuttered. "Nancy... You... Nothing.”

She looked flustered and looked extremely out of character.

I only understood the reason for it when I went to Caroline's office an hour later to discuss work matters. Caroline told me that on the back of my neck, there was a dark red mark, and it looked like a hickey.

I jumped in shock and clapped a hand to my forehead.

Cindy must have seen it too.