CHAPTER 86: WHAT KIND OF CHILD WILL THEY HAVE?

Hilla who cocked her ears popped up when she heard Halle call her Mrs. Anderson.

She was sensitive to the word "Anderson".

"Halle, you can’t blame me. It’s my first time baking Christmas cookies. No one will nail it on their first try."

Hilla argued while Bruce, who was next to her, placed the meat on her plate.

Halle pretended that she was focusing on food and didn’t see anything. She nodded in agreement, "That’s true. I was too inconsiderate. I forgot that it was Mrs. Anderson’s first try. Next time, you will definitely make us some perfect Christmas cookies, right?"

What else could she say when her own sister teased her like this?

Hilla could only lower her head and eat, listening to her big sister sharing her embarrassing moments with her husband.

Just as Hilla was thinking about how to end this boring and irritating topic, she heard a series of crackling sounds from outside. At the end of this, there was a loud crash.

It sounded like something had collapsed!

"What? What fell apart?"

Halle panicked, "Can’t it be the wall?"

If it came down, they would have to build a new wall for the owner.

Bruce had already stood up while others were still in shock. He threw a coat to Hilla and said, "Let’s go out and take a look."

The three of them hurried out of the room. Standing on the stage outside the door, Bruce’s lips curled into a faint smile when he heard Hilla behind him cry out miserably, "Heavens! Which bastard blasted my house?"

"It’s the doghouse, not yours!"

Bruce corrected her. Hilla had already run to the kennel in distress, almost falling to the ground and crying.

Fortunately, the two furry fellas were having dinner with them in the house. If they were in the doghouse just now, wouldn’t they have been roasted?

Halle also saw it and pursed her lips. "Firecrackers are dangerous. It looks like someone did it on purpose."

Hilla was furious. It took her a whole day to build the doghouse.

It was Christmas. She did not expect that some bastards could blow up her doghouse.

"It must be the two little brats next door!"

Hilla stamped her feet. Thinking of Lilian’s two lively boys, she felt hopeless.

They must stuff the firecrackers into her kennel when she wasn’t looking.

Halle pulled Hilla back to the house and comforted her for a long time before Hilla finally felt less sad.

Bruce who had been standing next to the collapsed kennel silently cleaned up all the trash.

Halle came out of the room and saw Bruce still in the courtyard. She sighed, "I didn’t expect Mr. Anderson to be so fond of our kennel. Hilla spent a whole day on it, but you blew it up so easily. She is still angry now and said that she would tell Lilian what her kids had done."

How could an adult do such a childish thing? He did it like a child. No wonder Hilla didn’t suspect him.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, "It doesn’t matter. If she likes it, I’ll build another one with her tomorrow."

Halle was so amused by these two childish people. The boss of a group with tens of thousands of people hated this doghouse so much just because Hila built it with Roger.

Not only did he try his best to destroy it, he even framed the neighbor kids.

Halle shook her head. Before she left, she reminded Bruce, "You tore down Cookie and Candy’s kennel. I’m afraid that you have to share your room with them tonight."

It was fine if Halle didn’t remind him. It was such a headache.

As expected, at night, before Bruce was about to lie down, Hilla drove the two furry fellows into his room.

"Hilla, I am a light sleeper. I have to rest well after the illness. They’re too noisy here."

Hilla sighed. When she thought of her kennel, her heart ached so much that even her voice sounded weak.

"They are very sweet. I promise they will not disturb you. Moreover, they are homeless and pitiful. Can’t you show a little sympathy?"

He pitied the dog, who pitied him?

Bruce pressed his fingertips against his temples and said in a low voice, "Aren’t there two rooms next door?"

"Those two rooms are for sundries. They haven’t been cleaned up yet. There is no heater over there. What if they get cold during the night?"

The corner of Bruce’s lips twitched. He said, "They are dogs, not humans. Look at their fur and how fat they are. Do you think they will feel cold?"

The dogs in the countryside were all sleeping in the yard outside, regardless of

whether it was winter or summer. Some of them did not even have a doghouse and still lived very well in a straw shed. However, his little wife cared about the two dogs more than him.

"Bruce, just take pity on these two homeless fellas. Look at how cute they are. Can you bear to let them go outside and catch a cold?"

Since she could persuade Bruce by words, she decided to adopt another way.

Hilla squatted on the ground and looked at Bruce pitifully with the puppies in her arms, as if to say, "If you don’t agree, I’ll cry! I’m scary when I cry!"

Bruce laid on the bed, resigned to his fate. He sighed helplessly, "Hilla, I think you treat the two dogs better than me."

Back then, she had heartlessly let him sleep in the car for a whole night, but he had never seen her so distressed.

"You are different!"

Hilla muttered. Her voice was small, but Bruce heard it. He suddenly felt miserable, and could not help but say, "I am different from them. Even the two dogs were more important than me in your heart."

"Of course not. Stop slandering me."

Hilla hurriedly put down the dogs in her arms and climbed into bed. She crawled to Bruce, whispering, "Bruce, are you angry?

"The two dogs only have to stay here for a single night..."

Before Hilla could finish speaking, Bruce stopped massaging his temples and turned to Hilla. His eyes looked bloodshot. Hilla’s heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to speak, his hands appeared at her waist. Bruce’s voice came from above, "Do you think they are shabbily treated when they share the room with me?"

"I didn’t mean that!"

Hilla murmured. Bruce held her in his arms and pressed her against his body. Hilla moved a little awkwardly and felt the big hands on her waist tightened.

Bruce whispered in her ears, his breathing wet and warm, "I can keep them, but you have to stay with her too!"

He couldn’t sleep without Hilla!

...

Halle had just made the bed when she saw Hilla rushing in with a red face. She could not help but ask, "Are Cookie and Candy settled?"

Hilla blushed guiltily while she climbed into bed. She turned over to straighten her quilt and said, "Sure."

Halle glanced at Hilla and noticed Hilla’s lips were plump and moist. She lowered her head and smiled, "The dogs have been settled, as well as the man."

It was the first Christmas after their parents passed away. Halle didn’t expect that their lives weren’t so hard after the downfall of the Holts.

She was moved when she saw Hilla’s current life and might be a little jealous of Hilla.

However, as long as one of them lived a happy life, it was enough.

Hilla’s heart fluttered when she heard Halle’s words. She lowered her head and whispered, "Why do I need to coax him? He is not a child."

Halle chuckled and easily exposed her. "Sometimes, men are harder to coax than children. But it looks like my little sister has coaxed Bruce."

"Halle, why are you talking about him? Why should I coax him? Didn’t he come here to coax me? Moreover, I just asked him to share the room with Candy and Cookie for a single night. If he doesn’t want to, he can leave. Why doesn’t he go back to sleep on his comfortable bed?"

"Isn’t it all because of you? Don’t take it for granted. He’s a successful businessman who is in a high position. But now this distinguished young man who was born with a silver spoon deigned to help you do the chores in the countryside, he has proven himself. You should go back with him."

Hilla turned to Halle and frowned, "Halle, are you trying to drive me away?"

Why did she feel that her sister had been speaking up for Bruce recently? This feeling was more and more obvious.

Her sister was on Bruce’s side.

Halle met Hilla’s disgruntled and suspicious eyes and knew what she was thinking. She didn’t bother to argue with Hilla, but said, "You’ve already married him. Now you are an Anderson. You can’t spend the rest of your life with me."

"Why not? I’m planning to spend the rest of my life with you."

Halle was amused. She rolled her eyes and said, "You wish. I will get married in the future. I don’t want to live with you for the rest of my life, young lady."

"Halle, you’re wrong. You are the young lady of the Holts and I’m just a tomboy."

Halle was speechless to Hilla’s dry humor but she knew Hilla tried to make her happy.

"No matter what, he has already come to you. After Christmastime, he probably has

to leave. You should also think about whether you should go back with him or not. Don’t always stick to that little conflict in the past. It’s normal for there to be a little misunderstanding between the couple. If you can’t let it go, it will seem like you are petty."

It was the first time they sat together and had a heart-to-heart talk in so many days, but it was all about Bruce.

These two days, Hilla deliberately avoided thinking about these things. But the topic still came. As Halle said, after Christmas, Bruce should go back.

"Halle, it’s Christmas Eve. Shouldn’t we wait for the fat Santa?"

Hilla put down the pillow in her hand and smiled at Halle.

"Don’t try to change the topic. You’re almost thirty. Don’t pretend to be cute."

"Halle, you’re the one who is almost thirty! I’m still young."

Hilla chuckled and blinked her eyes slyly.

Halle rolled her eyes and said, "I’m going to be a mother. I’m fine with the age thing. You should think about yourself first. You are already a Mrs. Anderson. Do you still think you can hide here for a lifetime? You have to go back sooner or later even if you are angry with him. Just go back to the Anderson’s and be a happy Mrs. Anderson."

"In this way, you can suffer less. You don’t have to experience the hardship of life so that I can be more at ease. Mom and Dad would be very happy if they knew you live well!" thought Halle.

Hilla was lying on the pillow, staring at the snowflakes falling outside the window.

She no longer had the initial joy and excitement for the White Christmas.

Snow would melt away, the paths would get muddy and the happiness wouldn’t last.

She carefully sized up Halle in front of her. Halle looked like before, but Hilla felt she was different.

"Halle, if I leave with Bruce, will you miss me?"

"Since you are married, you will start a new life. I’m not a child. I will find my own way."

Life told Halle that the Tysons were unreliable, her husband was unreliable, and she could only rely on herself.

Hilla held the quilt in her arms and laughed, "I’ll stick with you. You have my little nephew in your belly, you can’t escape! You don’t want to cook and raise me? I won’t satisfy you so easily."

Hilla’s childish and mischievous look made Halle feel much better.

They turned off the lights and lay on the bed. Halle touched her still flat belly and said softly in the dark, "Hilla, thank you. I know you refuse to leave because of me. You don’t want to leave me alone!"

Hilla was her sister. She knew Hilla.

Hilla leaned over and rested her head on Halle’s shoulder. Although they could not see each other in the dark, they could feel each other’s breathing.

"Who says that? I’m just concerned about the little guy in your belly."

Halle was pregnant and ran to the countryside to open a factory. Now it was Christmas and she had nothing to do. But Hilla knew that Halle would suffer the handicaps of increasing pregnancy and get very busy after the child was born in the next few months. How could she be at ease with Halle here alone?

"You don’t have to worry about me. I know what I’m doing. I’ve thought about it these days. The factory won’t open before the production. So I can get enough rest. Besides, I have enough money. Don’t worry about me. You can go back with Bruce the day after tomorrow!"

"Halle..."

"Don’t think that I’m doing this for you. The factory can’t be rushed. It can’t be started overnight. Moreover, I’m pregnant. It’s easy for something to happen to me. I stop the factory temporarily for myself.

"However, at most one year. When I am recovered after giving birth, I will put all my energy on the factory."

Halle’s decision was very wise, and it was indeed the best choice.

Hilla also breathed a sigh of relief. She stroked Halle’s belly and whispered, "I wonder what he will be like?"

If she and Bruce had a child, what kind of child would they have?