CHAPTER 141: HANDSOME MEN ARE UNFORGETTABLE

Just as Hilla thought she would "get winded" in Bruce’s arms, he carried her to the bathroom door and put her down.

He rubbed her head and said, "I have run a bath for you. Go in and take a bath."

Before Hilla could react, Bruce leaned over and his lips pressed against her ear. His breath blew her hair back, and she felt a burning in her ears. He then whispered, "Don’t take too long. I will miss you."

Hilla blushed again.

She took a deep breath. If she hadn’t been wrapped in the quilt, she would have thought she had a myocardial infarction.

"He isn’t trying to seduce me but try to murder me.’ Hilla thought.

Hilla entered the bathroom in a daze and even forgot how the door was closed.

Looking at the girl in the mirror, Hilla blinked because the girl in the mirror was wrapped in the quilt and blushed.

"Am I the shy and goofy girl in the mirror?" Hilla thought.

When did she become so bashful?

When she took off the quilt, Hilla looked at the tender and shy body in the mirror and was stunned for a long time.

In the quiet room, Bruce was on the phone with James.

Through the floor -to-ceiling window of the balcony, one could enjoy the view of the entire Lakeshore Center, as well as the view of the nearby park.

"Keep an eye on them. Since they are fractious, take him to the police."

James said something, and then Bruce’s bright and clear eyes became colder and filled with anger when reflected under the glass.

Bruce seemed to be irritated because of the words James had said.

"Do as planned. Since he doesn’t want to live an easy life, he should spend the last few years of his life in jail. You deal with it."

Bruce’s voice was low, and James was also solemn.

"Mr. Anderson, I found that someone has been following Mrs. Anderson today. Shall we stop them?"

James had been secretly guarding against possible risks just in case because James believed that Mr. Anderson would kill him if something happened to Hilla.

When Bruce heard that, he instantly put on a serious face.

Bruce could allow their sharp practice, but they could not hurt those people he cared

about, especially Hilla.

Although Bruce did not respond for a while, James had sensed a sense of danger from Bruce.

"Find the mastermind behind this and take them to the police."

James shuddered because he could tell that Bruce was irritated. Although Bruce was ruthless in business, he was rarely over the line.

Otherwise, Bruce wouldn’t have allowed Rudi to be against him for so many years.

Bruce looked indifferent and ruthless, but he was gentle. What was more, there were very few times when he dealt with people so cruelly. Therefore, it was likely that the mastermind behind this would be dead meat.

James said, "OK. Tomorrow is the day of your physical examination. Dr. Hutt has arranged it, so you can go there in the afternoon."

Bruce replied indifferently and then hung up the phone.

Bruce needed to get regular physical examination after the car accident because some latent sequelae could not be detected now.

The moment Bruce hung up the phone, he saw a slender and naked girl through the window.

Hilla saw the new quilt on the bed, and then she immediately pounced on the bed and wrapped herself tightly in it.

When Bruce turned around, Hilla looked at him with an innocent face and blinked.

She looked down and a very faint smile played on her face, "I... I got out of the shower."

What was more, she also got back into bed and lay down.

Such a self-conscious girl could only turn a man on.

Bruce chuckled, and he gave no other response but an "OK". He then walked forward and slowly sat down by the bed.

He bent down and held Hilla in his arms instantly. "Mrs. Anderson, you smell so good after taking a bath."

Hilla had just calmed herself down, but Bruce’s words had succeeded in making her tense again.

She blushed, wriggled, and complained in a low voice, "You are so heavy that I can’t breathe."

It seemed that Bruce was trying to smother her with the quilt.

Hearing that, he raised his body slightly, but he was still hugging her. His gaze fell on her delicate face, and then he smiled and said in a husky voice, "My little girl is more beautiful."

"I’m 21. I’m not a little girl."

"For me, you are."

"Well, for me, you are an old man."

Bruce was shocked, so he touched his face and asked, "Am I so old?"

He never felt that he was old before, but now he did feel that time was a file that wore and made no noise.

Somehow, he got older.

Looking at his serious face, Hilla laughed. And then she threw her arms around his neck and laughed, "I lied. My man is not old at all."

Not only was he not old, but he was also very good-looking.

The moment she flung her slender and soft arms around his neck, Bruce’ was seduced and his mind was a blank.

He breathed heavily. When looking at her beautiful face, he slowly approached her and whispered, "Your man? Not yet. Do you want me to be your man?"

Hilla immediately understood what he meant, so she withdrew her arms and recoiled. She then covered herself with the quilt and only her eyes were peeping out as she looked around, "We got married."

She got a marriage license, so Bruce was indeed her man.

Bruce nodded. He pulled off the quilt on her face, lowered his head, quickly kissed her, and chuckled, "Yes, but we haven’t done the most important thing after getting married. Let’s do it tonight."

Otherwise, wouldn’t this night be a waste?

Bruce didn’t give Hilla the chance to refute his words but hugged her tightly to him, lowered his head, and kissed her on the seductively full lips.

...

At a luxury suite.

The bathtub was big and filled with rose petals. Margaret was having a long soak in the hot bathtub.

Only when her entire body had a sweet pleasant smell did she slowly open the curtain and walk out.

Today was a good day. Thinking of the bank card on the bed, she felt even happier.

The pendulum has swung back.

Margaret had been oppressed by her "brutal, cold-blooded, and heartless" elder brother, and her parents never cared about her before.

Thinking back to those days when she was abroad and her classmates who also studied abroad, she felt that she wasn’t an idle person born in purple but a little poor girl.

She could just scrape by on what her parents gave her every month. Therefore, when others were holding the party, playing with racing cars, or walking their dogs, she was looking forward to the coming of the next month.

Fortunately, there were no pickles abroad. Otherwise, she would have rushed to Wall Street to buy two pounds of pickles for a living.

Orlenna said it was to prevent her from living an extravagant life, forming a bad habit, and forgetting her mission. Well, she indeed did that, but she also lived a tough life.

It was different now. Margaret happily rolled around on the bed which was so big that five people could sleep on it. And then she picked up the cup and quickly drank a glass of red wine.

She got money now, so she would never live that kind of hard life again from now on.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be an independent, outstanding, and aspiring person, but as a person born in the purple, it was too difficult for her to pretend to be poor.

She had been "poor" enough before, so she wouldn’t want to have a rough time again.

The smooth wine filled her stomach and quickly tinted her face red.

Margaret stood at the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the bright neon lights outside. And she looked beautiful and sexy when illuminated.

"Why am I so beautiful today? The more I look at myself, the more beautiful I feel I am. Indeed, a rich woman is more attractive."

Margaret rested her head in her hands, shook her head complacently, and

complimented, "I am so beautiful."

She was so beautiful that she could hardly recognize herself.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Margaret frowned and looked over. And then she suddenly remembered that she had just ordered a takeaway. Could it be that it was so fast?

She almost wanted to praise highly the hotel.

Margaret didn’t wear her slippers but stepped on the soft carpet barefoot and quickly ran to the door.

A beautiful life would start from a takeaway.

The door opened, and Margaret frowned when she found a man was consistently swiping the electronic key card through the door to her room.

Julian rested his dizzy head in one hand and held the electronic key card with the other. He then looked at the door and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "It finally opened."

Julian attended the charity ball of the Richards Group today. The Jorgansen Group has now been thrust into the limelight with half of the development rights of the Far City’s new airport. Therefore, Julian has been in the spotlight, besides the Keys and the Richards.

After being repeatedly toasted, he felt that something was wrong because he, who could usually drink a lot, began to feel dizzy.

Fortunately, he let his assistant take him away in time. When he returned to the hotel, he was so angry that he couldn’t even open the door.

"Who the hell are you?"

Margaret said with an unkind voice. The moment the man raised his head, she was stunned again.

Wait, why did this man look familiar to her?

Did she meet him before? After thinking for a while, she remembered, "Adulterer!"

God! Wasn’t this man Hilla’s adulterer?

Although the "evidence" was gone, she had a very good visual memory for the good-looking.

Was this a punishment for her? She had just made room for Bruce and Hilla, and then Bruce’s rival in love appeared.

Should she call Bruce now or let him come over to deal with his rival in love?

Julian frowned as he looked at the coquettish woman in front of him. How many times had those unfamiliar women appeared in his room since he came to the River City?

Although he felt the woman looked a little better this time, she seemed to be a little silly when she spoke.

Julian said coldly, "Get out!"

He began to show signs of obvious impatience. If it weren’t for the fact that she was a woman, he would have punched her.

Margaret was stunned again. What was he trying to do? Was she going to fight her one-on-one?

God! What a joke! She was so beautiful, intelligent, talented, and cultured, so how could she fight him one-on-one.

What was more, she was so delicate.

"Why should I obey your orders? Who are you? Do you want to fight? OK, wait for me to call my brother over."

They must settle the matter themselves. At most, she was just an accomplice.

Margaret was about to turn back to the room to get her phone, but her arm was grabbed, and then she was thrown out of the room quickly. The door slammed shut in front of her.

What the hell! What was going on? She was kicked out!

In the room, the delicate fragrance emanated from the mauve scented diffuser and then permeated the whole room.

Two pairs of legs were intertwined with each other, and they looked more and more tender and loving in the warm light.

The slender legs curled up slightly. Hilla said in an aggrieved tone, "No, I can’t hold on any longer.

"Bruce, get out quickly!"

The quilt suddenly stopped moving. Bruce braced his body and frowned as he looked at Hilla who was in pain. And then he said stoically, "Can’t you bear it?"

The last straw, it needed not endure.

Hilla puffed out her cheeks and glared at Bruce on her body aggressively as if she would kick him if he continued.

Hilla said haughtily, "I can’t bear it. It hurts!"

Bruce chuckled, immediately turned off the lights, and pulled at the quilt. And then his voice was heard.

"You said that you are 21 and no longer a little girl, so you have to bear it."

It was too late to let him out now.

It was not easy to enter, so it was even harder to get out.

The next morning came, and the Lakeshore Center was illuminated. The streetlights were still bright, and the branches of the weeping willows were swaying lightly.

The dew gathered on the leaves of the willow branch, rolled shyly, and dripped down to the placid lake, causing ripples.

Hilla turned over, tightly hugged the quilt, and stared at Bruce angrily on the bed!