CHAPTER 144: YOU ARE NO LONGER A FRIEND OF HER

Hilla slammed the door with a bang. A chill shiver rippled over Lily’s skin. And then she shook her head and said, "A married woman is too abnormal. I’m afraid of getting married now."

All of a sudden, she felt she was so desolate to be in the dormitory alone... When would her man appear and then come to save her?

The River City was receiving the downpour at night.

On the opposite road of the gate of the River University parked a black Land Rover, which was particularly conspicuous under the streetlights.

Bruce was holding his phone to check the voicemails that he had just received.

Halle’s gentle voice was then heard. She said smoothly and delightfully, which sounded particularly affectionate and sweet in the car.

"Hilla is the most soft-hearted. If you do as I said, she will be back with you."

"A woman will be deeply moved if an excellent man is sadfishing."

With a few flicks, Bruce typed three words, "Thank you, Halle."

The moment the message was sent, Bruce subconsciously looked up.

A slender and thin figure with a transparent umbrella slowly walked out with the suitcase from the River University in drenching rain.

Everything in front of him blurred, and the haze of rain also became unclear.

He could only see the small figure approaching him step by step and arduously.

The wind flipped over her umbrella, and her shoulder was dripping wet from the rain.

Hilla stood still, pulled the suitcase with a frown, and looked around the road angrily.

When she looked up, she was stunned.

The familiar black car was still parked under the blurry and shadowy streetlight.

The man who got out of the car was wearing a long black trench coat and the white shirt inside flattered him.

He turned his back on the light, so he looked like a black shape with the bright cones but he was also shining. He held a black umbrella and quickly walked towards her with firm steps.

As he approached, Hilla gradually saw him clearly. He was so good-looking, and his breathing was still so heavy even in the thick rain.

She could only see him now. Everything around her seemed to disappear, and the steady pattering of rain stirred her.

It wasn’t until he approached and his black umbrella hit her umbrella that Hilla looked up at him and laughed, "Didn’t you have left?"

She thought that he has left after he sent her that message, but she did not expect that he was still here when she dawdled out.

Bruce’s gaze fell on a strand of her hair that was drenched by the rain. He looked cool, but he said the most affectionate words.

"I came to pick you up. You haven’t come out yet. How can I leave?"

Hilla felt her heart pounding, and it was a little painful, hot, and happy.

She pursed her lips and pretended to be angry, "Who said I will go back with you?"

After saying that with disdain, she raised her head in concern and said, "Bruce, have you had dinner?"

"No!" Bruce replied calmly.

Hilla pursed her lips, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

"Then why don’t you have dinner?"

He repeated, "I came to pick you up."

Hilla was moved. However, she felt miserable instantly. She thought that the bitter rain must have run into her eyes.

She sniffed and whispered, "I haven’t eaten yet. I’m a little hungry now."

At first, she was so angry that she did not want to eat. But now, she felt empty.

Bruce smiled, put his arm around her shoulder, and embraced her easily.

She was insulated from the rain and any other sounds in an instant. Right now, she could feel his strong breathing, and she could even hear Bruce’s heartbeat through the rain.

His heart was pounding and then she felt that she was sucked into a whirlpool.

She followed Bruce to the car. When she raised her head, she could only see his distinctly outlined face through the light.

He was very good-looking as if he was covered in a golden light. He kept a straight face, but she felt that he was so attractive.

Bruce looked down at Hilla who was looking at him while giggling.

Her wet hair lay across her forehead. She casually carried her umbrella, so the rain was poured into it. Therefore, she could only hide under his umbrella and giggle.

"Are you not angry with me?"

Bruce took the bag from the rear of the car. There was a clean towel and a cup full of hot water inside.

He was so attentive because he had prepared everything that could be used.

He wiped her few strands of wet hair with the towel. In comparison, Bruce got much more drenched than her.

She should be angry when she heard that. However, when she found that he looked a real mess, not only was she not angry, but she even felt a bit distressed.

"I am angry, but I can’t blame you. I’m not such an unreasonable person."

She appeared to be very reasonable. Bruce smiled and did not argue with her but urged, "Drink the hot water. Don’t catch a cold."

"OK!"

Hilla opened the cup, and a sweet smell of ginger mixed with brown sugar greeted her.

"You even take this. Did you know that I will go back with you?"

However, how could he know it would rain?

Bruce said calmly, "I don’t know, but I do want you to come with me."

He had dried her wet hair, and then he took a blanket from behind and covered her.

She was not cold at all, and her clothes were not wet. Her hair got drenched when she opened the umbrella.

She pushed the cup forward and whispered, "Drink some too."

"I don’t like sweet drinks."

Bruce refused as he turned around and was about to start the car.

Hilla grabbed his arm, threw her entire body into his embrace, and said peremptorily, "If you don’t drink, I will hug you all the time and won’t let you drive."

Bruce smiled and said in a husky voice, "Hilla, it’s not good to screw in the car." It was easy to meet their acquaintances!

...

Hilla was stunned. She looked at Bruce in disbelief and then gradually blushed. She didn’t mean that at all. Why did he misinterpret her? "Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t have such thoughts." "OK, you don’t have such thoughts. Let’s do..." "Shut up!"

Hilla hurriedly covered Bruce’s mouth, glared at him, and whispered, "Why are you so shameless now?"

Bruce used to be quite serious, and he never took liberties with her. But she felt that Bruce had become bad now. In fact, men were bad, but she had contacted few men.

Hilla looked outside and felt rain lashed against the window, as she pushed the cup forward and handed the towel to him, "Hurry up and drink it."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and obediently took a sip from the cup.

Then he pointed at the towel in Hilla’s hand and said, "I wiped your hair for you.

Shouldn’t you help me? My clothes get completely drenched."

Why was he so shameless?

Hilla frowned, looked at the towel, and hesitated. After a short while, she unbuckled her seat belt and leaned forward to dry his body with the towel.

He got wet through, but she could only dry his hair and neck.

Bruce was very tall even when he sat down, so Hilla could barely see his head.

"You got wet through. Let’s go home and take a hot bath."

"Aren’t you hungry? Let’s eat first."

When Bruce’s gaze fell on her chest, he swallowed and his eyes flashed.

"Let’s go home. We can cook at home."

Hilla was worried about Bruce and afraid that he would catch a cold.

Although she didn’t ask him to come to pick her up, she was the one who was angry and ran away from home. At that time, she felt aggrieved.

However, she and Bruce got married. What was more, she had agreed before they had sex. Although the pain was quite beyond the pale, she could not blame Bruce.

When she thought about these, she regarded Bruce as the victim. If it wasn’t for the sake of picking her up, he wouldn’t have been caught in the rain.

"OK, let’s go home."

Bruce then looked away and calmed down. He allowed Hilla to throw the blanket on

him and started the car again.

Hilla held the cup and lowered her head to take a sip from time to time. When she felt a faint piquancy and sweetness filled her mouth, she chucked.

She seemed to have insulated from the patter of rain.

There were only the two of them in the car, and Bruce’s breathing was particularly strong.

Hilla was distracted. When the car stopped in the underground parking lot of the Lakeshore Center, she seemed to have realized something instantly.

How did she come back? How could she come back? Only they were at home. Didn’t that mean that they might have to do it again?

At the thought of the tearing sensation, Hilla broke out in a cold sweat and looked pale in an instant. And then she lowered her head and refused to come out of the car.

She didn’t want to go back or do that kind of thing. Although she missed Bruce and didn’t reject being with him, do they have to do that?

Hilla lowered her head and whispered, "I...I don’t want to go home."

Bruce rested his hand on the car door. When he heard that, he was startled. His gaze fell on Hilla that almost roll herself into a ball.

He seemed to know what she was worried about, so he sneezed and said in a hoarse voice, "Hilla, I think I caught a cold."

"What? You are sick!"

Hilla was stunned. And then she immediately came to herself, jumped out of the car, and held onto Bruce’s arm. After that, she reached out her hand to touch Bruce’s forehead anxiously and heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, you don’t have a fever.

"It must be because you are caught in the rain."

Hilla looked worried and walked toward the elevator with Bruce.

When the elevator door closed, Bruce smiled.

When Hilla left, she had only packed a few clothes. Therefore, when she came back with her suitcase, she didn’t feel that there was any change in a day.

She poured a cup of hot water for Bruce and hurried into the kitchen.

Since Hilla wasn’t at home, Bruce wouldn’t keep maids here. It was raining outside, and they haven’t had dinner yet.

Bruce looked at the busy figure in the kitchen and unconsciously chuckled, "What are you trying to cook?"

"Gruel. I heard that the sick should have some gruel!"

Looking at the oats before her, Hilla frowned. How many oats were needed?

When Bruce noticed that she was in an invidious situation, the smile spread wider over his face.

Hilla couldn’t do housework, so cooking was harder for her than hitting a sandbag for an hour.

Bruce rolled up his sleeves and drove Hilla out of the kitchen, "Let me cook. Just wait in the living room."

"OK."

Hilla didn’t insist because she couldn’t offer any help. And then she sat on the sofa in the living room and occasionally turned around to peek at Bruce.

He was so good-looking even when he cooked in the kitchen.

Hilla started obsessing over him. Suddenly, she thought of something. Therefore, she took out her phone and sent a message to Halle.

"Halle, what should I do?"

Halle has not slept yet. When she received Hilla’s message, she chuckled. She reached out her hand and stroked the dog beside her, "Hilla hasn’t grown up yet."

Halle replied to Hilla’s message, and soon there was a notification again. However, when Halle found that it was from Horton, her smile faded.

Halle almost miscarried last time, so she added Horton as a Line friend for convenience. At first, she was broad-minded and open-hearted as she did not want to get involved with Horton.

Only now did she realize that the result was not what she had thought. Horton sent few messages every day with concern and caution. She began to feel that she shouldn’t friend him.

When the time came, she should consciously avoid him.

When she received the message about the next doctor’s appointment, Halle calmly replied with a "thank you" and then unfriended him.

Since it was not necessary, she couldn’t give him any hope.

Horton was drying his hair when Halle replied to him. He was startled for a while because it was the first time that she had replied in the past few days, and then he quickly replied.

However, the message "You are no longer a friend of her" was flashing on the screen.