CHAPTER 56: WHO IS MY HUSBAND?

When Hilla followed Horton into the private room, her heart was still beating fast. But looking at the empty room, she couldn’t help but turn her head and ask, "Where are they? Have they not come yet?"

"Oh, Bruce doesn’t have the habit of waiting."

Horton replied calmly, leisurely sitting at the table and pouring her a cup of water. He smiled and said, "He’ll arrive after the guests had all arrived."

As the host, shouldn’t Bruce arrive first?

Hilla managed a weak smile, and then she sat down obediently and fiddled with her mobile phone.

She was hesitating whether she should send a message to Julian to ask. But if someone found out, it would be bad.

Hilla furrowed her brows. When she was struggling with how to behave, Julian finally came in a hurry.

When he saw Hilla, Julian had a moment of surprise on his face. However, he restrained his emotions very well and soon returned to his original expression. He looked at Horton and said politely, "Mr. Hutt!"

Hearing this name, Hilla remembered that there were Four Young Masters in River City three years ago. The families of these four young masters are distinguished.

However, when the Holt family prospered, she could not make an excellent match with them. She did not expect that after the Holt family went broke, she would marry Bruce. However, the name of Four Young Masters was less mentioned in three years. Later, these four young masters seemed to be particularly low-key, especially Bruce.

So gradually, it seemed that apart from the people in the circle, very few people would call them that way.

Julian’s politeness to Horton made Hilla looked at Horton and said, "I didn’t expect you to be one of the Four Young Masters. It’s a pleasure to meet you!"

Horton gave her a flirtatious look and cupped his hands in a fake manner, "It must be fate!"

Hilla smirked in her heart, "Who wants to have something to do with you."

"Is Bruce still not coming?"

Hilla glanced outside the door, deliberately avoiding Julian’s gaze. This guilty look made Horton laugh, "Do you miss him?"

"What’s wrong with you?" Hilla thought.

Hilla glared at Horton and turned back to her seat.

Julian was sitting opposite her. Hilla didn’t know whether he was intentional or not. Hilla could see him as soon as she raised her head, so she had to look down at the

cup in her hand.

"Your entire face is going to be stuck in the cup."

Horton talked to the person opposite, turning his head and whispering in Hilla’s ear with a smile.

Hilla couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his annoying look.

"It’s none of your business!"

"Of course, it’s none of my business. It’s Bruce’s business."

Horton smiled. His pair of cunning eyes hidden very well under the glasses.

Julian’s gaze fell directly on Hilla’s face. From the moment he entered, his eyes never left Hilla.

Although neither of them said a word, their eyes could not deceive people.

Hilla could only lower her head forcefully. She really wanted to send a telepathic message to Julian, "Sir, can you stop watching? Didn’t you see that the smile on Horton’s face was about to crack?"

"Mr. Anderson is quite busy, so he specially sent Mrs. Anderson to talk about this project with you. If you have any questions, you can talk to Mrs. Anderson in detail."

Horton deliberately didn’t introduce her name. Hilla couldn’t help but glare at him.

He did it on purpose, didn’t he? How should Julian address her if he introduced her like this?

Calling her "Hilla" meant that they clearly knew each other and were very familiar with each other. If Julian called her Miss Holt, he was challenging Bruce.

He clearly knew that she was married, yet he still called her "Miss". He was deliberately against Bruce, wasn’t he?

It was only now that Hilla deeply realized that this man, Horton, was not only cunning but also a bad man.

Horton set such a trap for Julian and her, but she couldn’t refute it. She was afraid that as soon as she said something first, Horton could say that she and Julian had some "improper" relationship.

She now suspected that there was some surveillance equipment in this private room. Maybe Bruce was hiding somewhere and was monitoring them without turning his eyes.

"I know Hilla. You don’t have to introduce her. I just didn’t expect Mr. Anderson to be so generous and willing to let his wife show up in public."

Julian sat upright and straight. There was no trace of avoidance or timidity in his eyes. He met Horton’s gaze and smiled coldly.

His "honesty" simply made Hilla want to worship to him. It was just a test between

business, and Julian won the game without any suspense.

Not only did he not avoid the relationship between him and Hilla, but he also mocked Bruce without a trace.

Horton raised his eyebrows. The opponent that Bruce had met this time was his love rival. How bitter was his life?

"Mr. Anderson is not in a good health. Mrs. Anderson is particularly concerned about him. She wants to share Mr. Anderson’s burden. Do you envy them?"

In terms of stimulating people, Horton was the best, specialized in stabbing people’s hearts.

Hilla couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. Before Julian answered, she had already stood up and extended her hand to him, "Hello, Mr. Jorgansen. I’m Bruce’s wife, Hilla. Just call me Hilla."

No one had expected Hilla to stand up and introduce herself in such a calm manner.

Even Horton was stunned, and he couldn’t help but cast a meaningful smile at Hilla.

Julian became gloomy. Hilla’s introduction had already made her attitude clear. The words he just said "I know Hilla" became a joke.

He knew Hilla, but Hilla didn’t intend to treat him as an old friend.

His gaze fell on the clean and slender palm in the air. Julian quietly stared at it, but for a long time, he was unwilling to reach out to hold it.

He knew that Hilla didn’t want anything to do with him. If he cooperated to hold her hand, then he and Hilla were just business partners.

He called her Hilla, but there seemed to be a gap between them.

As he finally shook her hand, a sweet smile appeared on Hilla’s face, and her slightly narrowed eyes were like a crescent moon, beautifully reflected in the depths of one’s heart.

"Mr. Jorgansen and I learned martial arts together. We studied together for seven or eight years, so we are very familiar with each other."

Hilla’s eyes were pure and clean, and her tone was full of confidence and calm.

Although she was watching Julian, she had said it to Horton.

Horton raised his eyebrows guiltily and muttered in a low voice, "Then it will be easier to talk about the project."

"Yes, if I had been in love with Mr. Jorgansen, it should have been easy. Unfortunately, I am already Mrs. Anderson!"

It turned out that Horton was wrong. Hearing Hilla says so, he gave a stiff smile.

There was a right saying. It was better to offend a villain than a woman because some women were narrow-minded and loved to hold grudges.

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River City was shrouded in darkness, and neon lights could be seen everywhere in the city.

Hilla was dragged out of the hotel by Horton, and Julian, who was behind them, was deliberately separated from her by Horton.

"I’m really sorry, Mr. Jorgansen. Hilla isn’t good at drinking. I’m sorry to trouble you." Julian’s gaze fell on Hilla’s blushing face. His dark eyes were deep and bright.

Horton’s words did not stop him from looking at Hilla. Julian couldn’t take his eyes off Hilla’s face. He was in a daze and said, "She has never been good at drinking. Every time she drank two or three glasses, she would get drunk."

Horton’s eyebrows cocked and he looked at Julian with a playful look.

Since Julian knew other people’s wives so well, did he care about what others would think about it?

"Don’t worry, Mr. Jorgansen. Hilla is doing very well in the Anderson family. You don’t have to worry about her."

"She will have a headache when she wakes up after getting drunk. Please let her drink some water before sleeping."

Julian seemed to not care about Horton’s laughter and sarcasm at all, and he continued to care about Hilla in his way.

Horton’s eyebrows cocked and he put Hilla into the car. He smiled and didn’t speak again.

The car left in the night and soon disappeared in the traffic flow. Julian quietly looked in the direction where the car disappeared. His eyes turned cold.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know that Hilla was avoiding seeing him, but he was unwilling to put it down. He couldn’t stand it.

In the Anderson’s.

Orlenna and Margaret were waiting downstairs. Seeing that Horton’s car came back, Margaret couldn’t help but rush out first.

"Why did you get her drunk? You didn’t do anything to her, did you?"

Margaret’s suspicious gaze swept across Horton, and there was "I don’t believe you" on her face.

Looking at the drunk and unconscious Hilla, Orlenna frowned and hurriedly said, "Hurry and bring her in. I’ll get the servants to make a bowl of soup to dispel the effects of alcohol."

"I’ll do it."

Margaret took Hilla from Horton’s arms and helped her up the stairs.

Orlenna then looked at Horton and said, "How could you take Hilla to socialize?"

After saying this, she felt that this was definitely her son’s idea. It was useless to just blame Horton alone. She could only wave her hand and say, "Next time, don’t let Hilla participate in such activities. She can’t handle these things by herself."

She was saying this to Horton, but she was also mentioning Bruce.

She knew her son the best. If Hilla hadn’t hidden anything from him, he wouldn’t have asked Hilla to drink so much. But, as husband and wife, he actually tested Hilla like this. Orlenna was afraid that Bruce would get what he deserved one day.

If Hilla was got angry, at that time, he had to take the consequences.

"Hilla, are you alright? Don’t listen to that Horton and drink so much next time. He is just a liar."

Hilla rested in her arms like a child, breathing evenly and quietly, as if she had fallen asleep.

In the bedroom, Bruce was sitting on the bed, looking at the tablet in his hand. On the tablet were videos and photos of Hilla at the exhibition tonight.

Hilla stood confidently on the runway, listening to others framing her for plagiarism. She listened very seriously and her little face was lit up by the light. "I finally come back to my room. I’m so tired."

Margaret stumbled in with Hilla. Although Hilla was quite thin, Margaret was still sweating.

She placed Hilla on the bed and carefully covered her with a blanket. Just as she was about to sit down by the bed, she heard Bruce, who was opposite her, say, "Get out!"

She still wanted to sit down and take a rest!

Margaret frowned. When she looked up and saw Bruce’s dark expression, she was shocked and asked, "Bruce, are you in a bad mood?"

They had been brothers and sisters for so many years, she was most afraid of Bruce in the entire family. Naturally, she knew Bruce’s habits and preferences clearly.

As long as her brother changed a slight expression, she could analyze whether he was happy or angry.

"Hilla is drunk. Mom will get someone to bring the soup over later. I’m leaving first!"

Realizing that something was wrong, Margaret ran away very quickly. Before Bruce could speak again, she had rushed out of the room.

The room became exceptionally quiet. Bruce leaned against the head of the bed and put away the tablet. Then he turned to look at Hilla, who was lying with her back to him.

Her back was slender and beautiful, which made her quiet and adorable.

Her steady breathing could be heard in the quiet room. Soon, Orlenna came over to deliver a bowl of soup and a glass of hot milk.

Just as she was about to wake Hilla up, Bruce said, "Let me do it!"

Orlenna opened her mouth and wanted to ask what had happened, but seeing that he was not in a good mood and was worried about Hilla, she could only nod and leave.

Only the two people on the bed were left in the bedroom. Hilla was still lying quietly. Bruce pursed his lips. His deep black eyes were shining. He opened his mouth and called, "Hilla, get up and drink the soup."

He called her, but the woman on the bed still did not move. Bruce was not angry. He bent down and picked up Hilla from the bed, letting her sit up and leaning against his shoulder.

"Are you angry with me?"

The man’s voice was deep and oppressive. They were too close to each other, and his breath swept across Hilla’s face, carrying a faint heat.

The woman in his arms was still sleeping. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her face.

Bruce’s gaze darkened and he swallowed. Then he spoke again, "Hilla, wake up. If you sleep like this, you will have a headache tomorrow."

He shook the woman in his arms slightly and Hilla respond. She moved a little and woke up.

She looked around with a pair of sleepy eyes and heard someone calling her name. "Hilla, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Looking into Hilla’s misty eyes, Bruce was stunned. His gaze darkened. He removed his hand from her shoulder and he handed over a glass of hot milk.

"Who are you?"

The person in front of him blinked. She tilted her head and asked in a hoarse voice.

Bruce’s handsome face darkened, and he said a little angrily, "Your husband!"

"Whose husband are you? I don’t have one. Who are you?"

The woman in front of him smiled. Her eyes narrowed like the moon. She smiled and pursed her red lips. The mole under her eyes was particularly enchanting.

She actually refused to regard him as her husband! Bruce frowned, feeling a little annoyed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Bruce!"

"This name has to be kept a secret. You must not tell anyone."

Hilla put her index finger on her lips and whispered carefully. Bruce looked at her

drunk and red face and suddenly the depression in his heart disappeared. "Why can’t I tell others?"

A silly smile appeared on Hilla’s face as she whispered into Bruce’s ear, "He is my husband!"