Always in Love with You

Chapter 172 I Don't Want To Let You Go

For a moment, Polly met the hesitation in his eyes. She was afraid that if she left with him, she would never see him again.

As soon as Bruce loosened his grip, she grasped his arm and said firmly, "Bruce, I want to go there with you!"

Although his eyes were as dim as the night, there seemed to be a wonderful light in them. He smiled and quickly grabbed her hand.

"Dear Polly, aren't you afraid? "? Even if Simon is my enemy? Will he plot against me? "

She had already sensed the hatred of Simon, but he did not cower at the critical moment, so she would not cower, and certainly accompany him to the end.

"Then let me ask you, why did you come here since you knew that Simon would deal with you? Aren't you afraid? "

Perhaps, his heart was full of love for Jean, but that was his business. At this moment, it was him who took her away from the villa. He did what a husband should do. Therefore, she had to do something belonging to herself.

It's the right thing a wife should do!

He was stunned for a while, and then smiled, "Okay."

"Wait!" As soon as he entered the room, Owen said, "Bruce, I know you're not afraid of Simon. But do you know how she struggled through the days on this island? Aren't you afraid that Simon would deal with Dear Polly? "

Bruce slowed down and looked back at Owen, "I don't know what you have done to make Simon promise to take you away. But since you have a way, I have my way to protect her."

"Really? 'Bruce, to be honest, if there's only one person in your heart, that is, you must be extremely loyal to her. If you say you can protect her well, I will never doubt your ability.'. But now, I really can't figure out how can you save two people who are not together at the same time. "

He had sounds in the word 'if you only care about one person now'. At the same time, he kept an eye on her face. His lips curved into a smile when he saw the disappointed look on her face.

"Bruce, I want to know a question. If you are in danger, which one would you choose to save first? Whether for divorcing or for me, this matters! I can't let Polly take the risk following you without any promise! "

Bruce said in an ice cold tone, "I know clearly who should be saved first and who should choose first. There's no need to tell you. I don't like the feeling of being questioned!"

It was windy by the sea. The leaves on the treetops swayed in the breeze. Mottled tree shadows were fallen on Owen's handsome face, but it was hard to see the expression on his face clearly.

"That's just an excuse you don't want to answer!" Owen had concluded a conclusion. He turned to look at Polly and said, "yes, I want to know. It's exactly what you are thinking about. Why don't you ask him? "

"No, I don't want to know." Sensing the instant disappointment on Owen's face, she felt her heart was blocked by something. "I'm sorry, Owen."

With these words, she took his arm and walked forward without looking back.

Standing rooted to the spot, Owen stared blankly at her slender back until he saw the endless beauty.

Dear Polly was finally willing to call him the nickname he used to call, but he didn't feel happy at all. The girl who was willing to stay only for him was running away from him. From now on, they could only be brother and sister.

The distant seagulls were chirping happily, but they couldn't hear it. Next to them were a few peaches that bloomed late, and the leaves were dense. The faint scent of the wind came out. He remembered that a few years ago, when he was in high school, one day, he got Dear Polly from school. It was March. A beautiful peach blossom stretched out of the courtyard wall.

At that time, somehow, he suddenly wanted to pluck that flower and give it to her as a gift for Dear Polly. But when he was about to practice his plan, the principal of the school told him something enthusiastically about compliments and asked Dear Polly to learn from him.

After the principal left, he had no mood to pluck that flower.

The image in the memory overlapped the reality. He subconsciously reached out his hand and was about to take off the flower branch that was closest to him when a strong wind blew through and shook that brilliant image off, making it fall to the ground.

He turned his head and stared at the pink hanging on his shoulder. He felt melancholy.

Why did he always miss the best opportunity in his life?

Deep in her heart, she really wanted to know why.

But she was a little afraid. The answer was obvious, so what if she knew? Wasn't it good to follow him like this, only leaving a sweet and warm feeling in the bottom of his heart?

"As a matter of fact, you should have gone with him earlier." When they were walking on a quiet lane, Bruce suddenly said, "it's really dangerous for you to follow me."

She was angry for a while and asked unhappily, "then why didn't you let go of my hand just now?"

Bruce smiled, gently stroked her hair and said, "I didn't want to let you go at that time. I wanted you to stay with me even though I knew I would have a bad future. Was I selfish?"

You are selfish and greedy! She didn't want to lose to him, but she couldn't let go of Jean either. He didn't want to lose neither of them, but how could he get the best of both worlds?

"What's wrong? Why don't you speak?" His voice was a little sullen, and he held her hand more tightly.

She sighed, "I have nothing to say."

It's no use saying anything. If a man doesn't care about you, then no matter how sad he is, he would be bored. The reason why women liked to be coquettish was that there were people who were willing to make her coquettish; the woman loved to be self willed, because no matter how unreasonable she was, there was always a man who would tolerate her.

But she had nothing.

"Dear Polly, do you believe me?"

"I believe you."

"Will you still believe me even if I do something wrong?"

Polly stopped and tried hard to control the air that made her tremble. "I believe that you will never do anything sorry to me."

At the end of the mountain road, a group of people stood in front of rows of bamboo houses. The leading man in black went to the front of the house with bamboo curtains hanging at the door in the middle and said respectfully, "young master, they are coming."

A piece of sad music was coming from the bamboo house. It was not until the end of the music that Simon said slowly, "come in." NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

The leading man in black stretched out his hand and made a gesture of "please" to show the way to the bamboo house. Bruce led Polly to follow the man and headed for the bamboo house. Looking back, she saw all the people waiting outside except the one who took the lead. They stood solemnly as if they were pine trees.

This was very similar to the scene when he forcibly took away Jean at the banquet. The difference was that there were many guards around Bruce at that time, but they didn't protect him today.

Suddenly, a horrible thought flashed through her mind.

Did Bruce come to the island alone? Didn't he bring any bodyguard with him? It was quite possible that even Jake, the president's assistant who always stayed with him, wasn't there.

Now that Simon wanted to take revenge on him, how could he give him a chance to resist? He knew that Simon would do anything to punish him, but he still dared to come over alone. Wasn't he stupid?

He couldn't help loving her when he saw her. He did it for her, or for the woman whom every man would like.

There was a woman sitting in Simon's arms and he was teaching her how to play the piano. He didn't raise his head when he heard the footsteps behind him.

"The emperor of the Russian piano school, Nicholas, has said, 'the so-called piano performance is to play the right keyboard in the right place. 'The fingering played a vital role in a piano play. Therefore, you should work hard and never slack off. "

He had taught the girl how to play the piano so carefully that it seemed the girl had no idea that someone had entered the house. But the woman didn't seem to cooperate. Her fingers were passively pressed on the emotional keyboard by Simon, but he looked at Polly uneasily.

At the same time, Polly saw her, Avril an.

"Mr. He and Mr. Dear Polly are here. We..." Avril reminded him.

He frowned and pinched her waist as he said, "Avril, as I said, I don't like to be disturbed when I teach you how to play the piano. Why are you following me? Come on, let's continue! "

Polly thought that Simon was really good at pretending to be thirteen. He was the one who let them in just now. If he was really afraid of being disturbed, he should have shut his mouth and shut it up. Did he really want to do such an intimate thing with Avril in front of so many people?

"Simon, can you teach me later? You can see the guest first."

Avril was usually as bold as a girl, but now she was careful when facing Simon. Her tone was full of begging.

This man could die, he didn't know how to respect women at all. Polly took a glance at a blue and white porcelain vase on the wooden shelf in the corner and then at Simon's head.

She clenched her fists into two fists and put them on her sides. She had to control herself, for both Avril and for Bruce.

Though she was unwilling to do so, she had no way to compete with Simon who had been in the gym for years. She was forced to turn around to face the clear-cut black and white keyboard. The man forcibly played the chaotic melody which made people feel annoyed.

The man in black saw this, but he did not show surprise. Perhaps he had been accustomed to it. He retreated to the door and gestured his companions to come in. The two of them were guarding there like two dark men.

Bruce's eyes were as cold as ice, as if he hadn't noticed Simon's deliberate spite. He stood there expressionlessly, and his only action was to hold around the slender body of Polly.

After about half an hour, Simon got tired after playing for such a long time. He pulled Avril away from her legs and pushed her aside at once.

Avril lowered her head and was pulling the hem of her dress with her hands. She stood aside silently. Polly wanted to walk over and comfort her, but she was afraid that Avril would be embarrassed if she saw such an embarrassing scene. She'd better not say anything at this time, and she couldn't let Simon watch the drama. She held back her tears and wanted to see the expression on Avril's face, but she failed.

She wondered if Avril was crying too.