CHAPTER 52: A GIRL IN LOVE

Bruce would not tell Hilla that he would wait for her to come back. This had become his habit. Sometimes he just stayed on the balcony. Sometimes, he wandered around for a whole day, just to wait for her car to appear at the intersection not far away.

After waiting so many times, he seemed to even remember how long it would take for her to return to the room. He never missed a second.

She had stood at the door for at least five minutes just now. There were only two reasons why Hilla didn’t push the door open. She didn’t want to see him, or she had something hidden and didn’t know how to face him.

Hilla didn’t know she was still like a child in front of a man ten years old than her.

She was easily seen through.

"How did you know?"

Hilla regretted it after speaking. How stupid was she to actually admit?

"It is not what you think. Who is guilty? I am just worried about the school."

"Someone confessed to you!"

Bruce said coldly with a dark face. His deep, dark eyes were like a magnifying glass that amplified all the little secrets in her heart.

Hilla was startled. She looked at Bruce, her eyes filled with terror.

"What? You find it hard to face the boy?"

Hilla looked at Bruce with admiration, "How did you know?"

Bruce looked at Hilla with a half-smile. He looked very dangerous now.

Generally, there were only two kinds of confessions that would trouble a woman. One was that the person was not an ordinary classmate to her, and the other was that she could not accept him for various reasons.

In Bruce’s opinion, Hilla belonged to the second category, and the reason was naturally him!

Hilla was brought back by him. Now that she was married, she naturally couldn’t accept any man. Was that why Hilla stood at the door and didn’t come in?

The more Bruce thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. His woman actually had interest in other men. He could actually be cuckolded at any time.

"Actually, it is not so."

Hilla pursed her lips and mumbled in a low voice. She twisted her hands and lowered her head, really looking like a cute kid.

Bruce looked at her fair, flushed little face. Then he sneered, "Then there is no need to take it to heart."

"Bruce, are you angry?"

Hilla looked up and asked seriously. Why did she feel that Bruce’s tone was not quite right?

"No, why should I be angry?"

There was a brat who wanted to chase his wife. Of course, he would be angry.

However, Bruce was pretending. He remained calm and collected. He wore a faint smile with lips pursed, looking indifferent, which made people feel a little scared.

Hilla frowned. She approached and asked, "You’re really not angry?"

This did not make sense. How could a man not be jealous when he heard that his wife was chased by someone? If Bruce was not jealous, it could only mean that he believed in her or that he did not care about her at all.

It seemed that Bruce should be the latter!

There was a faint sense of loss in her heart. She confessed everything, but she began to regret it.

If she had known earlier that he cared nothing about her, she would never run over to tell him about this. Why would she add trouble to herself?

"Hilla Holt!"

Bruce suddenly called out. Hilla was startled. He called her full name. This was the first time.

Hilla couldn’t help but look at Bruce, "What’s wrong?"

"Do you think that I like you?"

As soon as Bruce finished speaking, Hilla had a feeling that her secrets were dug out and exposed in the sunlight.

Panicked, she shook her head, "No, not at all!"

"You’re not willing to marry me. How could you like me?"

She murmured the last sentence. It was so light that Bruce didn’t catch it.

After she finished speaking, she continued to tug the corner of her clothes. This already became her habit. Whenever she felt guilty and uneasy, she would do this.

Bruce looked at her and smiled, "Who says I don’t like you?"

"How could you like... What did you say?"

Hilla suddenly raised her head to look at Bruce, her eyes flashing.

Bruce grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace. He turned over and pressed her down as he said in a low voice, "Can’t you hear me?"

"I didn’t hear you clearly."

Hilla said honestly. She saw Bruce approaching and saw his lips getting closer to her.

She could feel his breath! But Bruce suddenly stopped. He lowered his head and smiled, "Do you want me to say it again?"

"Yes!"

Hilla blushed. She nodded subconsciously.

They were adults. Although she was young, she understood what would happen if they continued.

She should have called for a stop, but she couldn’t say it. Nor did she push away Bruce.

On the contrary, she was expecting. There was some hope that she could not tell.

Someone was like a curse. You can’t shake them off, and you don’t want to. You can only allow yourself to be entangled.

Hilla felt that she was falling deeper. She knew that she and Bruce were from two different worlds, but she still wanted to get closer to him.

"You are still young."

Bruce stopped abruptly. He looked at Hilla and frowned slightly. Just as he was about to get up, Hilla suddenly put her two lotus-like arms around him.

She said with her blushing face, "I’m already twenty, not young anymore."

Twenty was not young? He remembered once there was a twenty-year-old boy called him uncle.

Bruce smiled, "Do you want to be in a relationship with me?"

Hilla blushed and quickly loosened her grip. Was she too unreserved just now? Did Bruce think she was a bad girl?

Bruce raised his eyebrows at this. He stared at Hilla and curled his lips, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No, didn’t you say that I was too young?"

Hilla pouted her lips and said in a low voice with some grievance. She looked like she was very wronged.

Bruce suddenly approached again, "I gave you the chance. Do you want me?"

"I..."

Before Hilla could finish her words, Bruce suddenly approached closer, his lips pressing against hers, carrying the unique heat of a man.

...

Hilla stared blankly at the person who suddenly approached her. Her eyes flickered when she saw Bruce and felt his manly aura.

She ... seemed to feel Bruce’s heartbeat.

It was as fast as hers, but it was stronger.

She slowly responded as he was. The man was stunned. After a moment of hesitation, he made up his mind. He put his hands around her waist and brought Hilla into his arms.

Hilla was suddenly turned over. She was now on the top, lying in Bruce’s arms. She blushed and could feel the chill gradually spreading. Thus, she shrank.

"Hilla, you’re back? I’m coming in!"

Margaret’s excited shout came from outside the door. The people in the room were shocked. Before Hilla could react, the door was open.

The next second, she could see nothing. She was wrapped up in a blanket. Then she heard Margaret’s voice coming from the open door, "Isn’t Hilla back? Where is she?"

"Get out of here!"

Bruce’s face turned cold, his gaze falling on Margaret. Margaret immediately felt the chill. However, she still mustered up her courage. She bit her lip and said unhappily, "Hilla doesn’t belong to you alone. Why did you hide her?"

Bruce raised his head. He gave a cold smile.

If Hilla wasn’t his, she was whose?

"Who told you to come in like this? Is this how we teach you? To break into other’s room?"

"Aren’t you my brother? How can you be someone else? Besides, you can’t even stand up now. What can you and your wife do?"

Hearing Margaret’s words, Hilla, who was under the quilt, almost burst into laughter. She trembled out of refraining. Margaret shrank at Bruce’s cold gaze and pushed the tray over. There were two glasses, and the brown liquid inside smelt bitter.

"Here, don’t say that I broke in randomly. Mom asked me to send this to Hilla. She said she wanted me to watch Hilla finish drinking."

Hilla poked out of the quilt and stared at the glasses, asking, "What is this?"

Margaret’s eyes lit up when she saw Hilla. A big smile appeared on her face as she said, "Tonics."

Tonics?

Hilla recalled that Orlenna said two days ago that she wanted to nurse her body so that Hilla could give birth to a healthy baby. Hilla immediately covered her mouth

and shook her head violently, "Can I refuse?"

"Mom told you to drink, and Bruce also has it!"

So these two bowls were not all hers. The other was Bruce’s.

Sure enough, Bruce’s expression was ugly. The scene of being forced to take medicine by Hilla was still vivid in his mind. That kind of experience was simply unforgettable for him.

He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Put it down. You can go out now."

"No, Mom said I have to watch you finish it."

She had mom at her back. She would take good use of this advantage.

Margaret moved closer to the bed and watched as Bruce stuffed Hilla into the quilt.

He glared at her with a dark face.

"Get out!"

"Bruce..."

"Three months of pocket money..."

"How can you use the money to evaluate our relationship? You can ask me to leave, but there’s a condition."

"Say it!" Bruce furrowed his brows. Hilla, who was in his arms, was firmly blocked by him and was wrapped up.

Margaret glanced at Hilla under the quilt and whispered, "She is about to suffocate."

Hilla wanted to kneel to Margaret. Couldn’t she leave quickly?

"I heard that Hilla’s university has a fashion competition. I want to be her model."

Hilla was stunned. She wanted to tell her that she designed men’s clothing, but before she could speak, Bruce already responded, "Alright!"

He actually agreed on her behalf so easily!

Hilla had no chance to refuse. Margaret achieved her goal and ran out happily.

Hilla poked her head again. She immediately broke free from his arms. It was unknown whether her little face was red because of the quilt or because she was too embarrassed. She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "I designed men’s clothing. How can I ask Margaret to be my model?"

Bruce leaned against the bed and listened to Hilla’s little complaint. He lowered his head, "Men’s clothing? Then we need to hire a male model."

"Yes... It’s nothing. Actually, I don’t need a model."

Hilla quickly shrunk and hid in a corner when she saw Bruce’s gaze.

Thinking about what happened just now, she moved aside a little bit more.

Fortunately, Margaret came in in time. Or else, something that shouldn’t happen would happen. She turned around and fell on the bed, wrapping herself in the quilt.

Then Bruce’s voice came from above, "Isn’t it hot?"

"I’m cold!"

Bruce chuckled. He did not make things difficult for her. Instead, he looked at the two bowls and frowned.

The clothing competition was the last event at the end of the year, which meant that Hilla would have a winter vacation after this show.

Although she lived in River University and had no sense of rushing home for Christmas, she still prepared long for this competition.

Margaret pestered her to be her model. Hilla had no choice but to agree.

Hilla was busy making another design. Lily couldn’t help but roll her eyes, "Everyone just made one, but you have two. Are you trying to torture yourself, or do you want to take the opportunity to trample our entire department under your feet?"

Hilla couldn’t help but sigh, "Do you think I want to do that? Bruce forced me. He promised Margaret to be my model."

She planned to make a set of men’s clothing for the competition. Now she had no choice but to make another set of women’s clothing.

"It’s Bruce’s promise. You’re too good to his family, aren’t you? Don’t tell me you’re interested in him?"

Hilla really looked like a girl in love.

"I’ve already married into his family. I should treat his family well."

Lily widened her eyes in shock. She was right. When a woman treated a man’s family as her own, that meant she had this man in her heart.

She cared about him, so she cared about the views of his family.

"Hilla, no, Mrs. Anderson, you are really ... planning to have a baby with him?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why do you sound like my mother-in-law?"

They all urged her to give birth. Bruce and she were not ready yet. But... Their child should be very beautiful. She wondered if it would be a boy or a girl.