CHAPTER 94: THE DAMNED COUPLE

"Isn’t it impropriate for you to bring me out to eat?"

There was a tea cafe the opposite of the Anderson Group. Just as Bruce had said, the cake here was indeed delicious, but why did she feel so uneasy when she ate it?

Through the glass window, she secretly looked at the Anderson Group building opposite to her. Perhaps it was her illusion. Otherwise, how could she feel that many people were watching her through such a thick building wall?

Bruce cut a piece of the strawberry cake for Hilla, raised his head, and handed it to her, his voice was soft, "Try it. Have a taste of this strawberry cake!"

She had just eaten a mouthful of mango and had not yet swallowed it when she saw another mouthful of cake sending to her.

Hilla looked around nervously and stretched her neck, "Is the Anderson Group running into a big crisis?"

"Or is it that the Anderson Group’s share price slumps?"

"You and Rudi..."

It seemed that neither of the two speculations was true. Hilla swallowed the words she wanted to say, and Bruce had already fed her the cake, "Is it delicious?"

"It’s yummy." But she just couldn’t swallow it.

Why did Bruce act so strangely today? No, he had become very strange since yesterday. He treated her so well that even the hairs on her body were standing up.

After swallowing the cake with great effort, Hilla came closer and couldn’t help but ask, "Bruce, are there any reporters around here? Are we acting now?"

Bruce stopped what he was doing and looked around the quiet tea cafe. At this time, the people of the Anderson Group were working, and they did not dare to come even after work.

The man tilted his head slightly and said innocently, "Acting? You want to act?"

"You suddenly bring me to your company and even take me to have a taste of cake here. What’s wrong? Bruce, I feel like you don’t look like you anymore."

He was too good to her. She felt as if she had been designed by someone.

Bruce was stunned. The hand holding the spoon was shaking. It seemed that he was a little guilty.

As expected, what Horton taught him was seen through by Hilla at a glance. Horton even said that he would help Bruce persuade Hilla to give birth to a child of the Anderson family. Men were too hypocritical.

"Why is it wrong? I want to see you in the company. And the cake here is delicious, so I want to bring you to try it. Don’t you like it?"

The words that she wanted to say were stuck in her throat suddenly.

Was it that simple?

Why did Bruce’s words make her blush?

"Do you want to see me for every second?"

Hilla blushed and asked in a low voice. Her voice was very gentle, bringing with it the shyness and weakness of a girl. It was different from the usual beauty of Hilla. She now showed a different kind of charm to him.

Especially when Hilla held her little face and looked at him with watery eyes, Bruce uncontrollably swallowed saliva.

The heart of an old man who had never been touched for thirty years was now uncontrollably beating fast.

With an awkward cough, Bruce shifted his gaze elsewhere and said gently, "Do you like the cake?"

"It’s delicious. Let’s pack up the rest of the cake. Bruce, why are you suddenly becoming so good to me?"

In the past, she didn’t think so, but it was a good thing that Bruce wanted to see her for every second.

Originally, he was so good that it made her feel scared, but now she felt like she was the happiest woman living in a big pink bubble.

"It’s good that you like it."

Bruce chuckled. He didn’t expect the little girl was so easy to deceive. With just a little coaxing, she had believed him. There was actually no use for the books that Horton had given him.

Hilla was obviously easy to coax.

Before they left the tea cafe, they packed a piece of cake to take out.

Although they did not have any intimate contacts, walking around the Anderson Group building was enough for them to attract everyone’s attention.

"Do you see that? They go out together and then come back together. Mr. Anderson was holding a cake box in his hands. Do they really go to try the cake?"

"It looks like it’s true."

"Oh my god, I suddenly feel like I don’t know our president anymore. What should I do? Who can make me a cup of coffee to wake me up?"

The few people beside her rolled their eyes. Of course, they wouldn’t make coffee for her.

Who knew that just as they finished speaking, an internal phone on an assistant’s desk rang. Bruce’s phone was automatically picked up. His deep and low voice

sounded through the phone.

"Make two cups of coffee with one cup of milk and sugar."

"What is this? Are the two waiting to have lunch together after eating the cake? Mr. Anderson, when did you become a free man?"

The assistant came to her senses and hurriedly answered, "Alright!"

After the phone call, the few of them looked at each other in tacit understanding.

They all were eager to gossip about Bruce’s affair.

"See, our president is indeed attracted by those young and beautiful women. Men are always superficial."

Hilla entered Bruce’s office and walked around. Then, she walked to the bookshelf and looked at the books. The corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile.

"You like the books?"

Hilla nodded, "Yes, I like them. It would be better if there are more bestsellers."

These books were given to him by Horton a few days ago. He had only read a few Chapters of the books. Men were not good at showing their feelings. He wanted to learn from books, and what he found inside were all sentences used to coax girls.

As for the contents of the book... he didn’t read them carefully.

"As long as you like it."

"These are different from those at home. Can I take them home and read them?"

Bruce was stunned for a moment. At home... indeed, ever since he woke up, there had been a lot of romance novels in his study room. She was indeed a child, and her mind was filled with romantic love.

He nodded and warned, "You can’t read it in bed!"

Hilla had a habit. As long as she read novels in bed, she couldn’t help but discuss the plot and the male lead to him. The worst thing was that he had to judge for her whether the male lead was a jerk or not every day.

Men and women would see things differently. If he accidentally said something wrong, Hilla would say that his views were wrong and that the gap between their ages was obvious.

He had never liked reading these books now, but Hilla liked them very much... "Okay. I promise I’ll get on the bed after I finish watching it."

Hilla answered cheerfully. Then the door of the office opened. The assistant, who always liked to gossip, accidentally heard such explosive news from the president when she walked in. She was so nervous that her hand shook and almost dropped the coffee on the ground.

It was a good thing that she had seen a lot of things while working under the

president. She could quickly adjust herself after hearing the breaking news about their president!

...

"What’s wrong with your assistant?"

The assistant had been here many times. She had been always staying in Bruce’s office today, and this assistant had sent her coffee two or three times, but there was no need to... look at her so strangely!

"Something wrong?"

Seeing Bruce’s serious expression, Hilla felt that he was going to play a trick. She quickly waved her hand and said, "No, no, she didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me that thinks too much."

When the assistant handed her the coffee, she had a profound look in her eyes.

Even now, she was unable to tell what it meant.

Jealousy or envy? It didn’t seem to be the case. Instead, it was like... probe, strangeness, and curiosity!

Was she a wonder stone? Why would they be so curious about her?

Hilla touched her face and muttered. Why did she feel that the people in the office acted so weirdly today?

After a holiday, did everyone really change?

In the tea room outside the office, the assistant came out of the president’s office with a tray and put down the tray in her hand.

She reached out to her colleagues and said, "Hurry up, give me a pinch and let me feel the authenticity of this world."

"What’s wrong? Didn’t I tell you to go in and dig something out? Why are you coming back like you are being beaten?

What exactly had happened inside?

A girl had the guts to pinch her wrist and the assistant shouted, "It hurts!"

"So what I heard is true."

She was frightened by the explosive news she had just heard. How could he... That was not like their president. Their president was not close to women, and only had James by his side for all these years!

In the past, they had always thought Bruce and James were a gay couple, but now... they felt like their world had changed so rapidly!

Were the speculations that they had held for all these years only their imagination?

When the people around her saw that she did not respond for a long time, they all asked anxiously, "What did you see? Tell us."

"Tell us, we are so eager to know what you have seen. You cannot be so selfish and not share the news with us."

"Are you shocked by the scene you see? Don’t tell me that our president did something wildly. I told you that a man who has been celibate for thirty years will definitely be on fire."

The assistant blinked her eyes. Her voice was calm and hoarse, "I heard them say that they sleep on the same bed at night."

"Holy god... I told you that our president likes young girls. They’re as harmless as rabbits. See, I’m right on it."

"My god, I’ve worked in the Anderson Group for so many years. My son is already three years old. I finally see our president holding a woman. I feel so happy for him."

"I feel sad, very very sad. Hilla is a new assistant. She has only been in the Anderson Group for a month. Why is the president suddenly tempted by her?"

"That’s because you don’t understand this kind of iron -clad and noble men. They think highly of themselves. Most of the girls in front of them are ordinary. Only when they are at a certain age will they be touched. If he falls in love with her now, he will definitely love her until death does they apart. I am sure that Hilla will be Mrs. Anderson soon."

James had just walked past the tea room and listened to the gossip between those female colleagues. He couldn’t help but turn to look at them.

"I don’t expect you to have such a sharp eye!"

"James."

Among his colleagues, there were some people who had a good relationship with James, just like the one in front of him, who was a child’s mother. Although he was one year older than her, he respected her very much.

After all, respecting the old and loving the young was a good virtue. "Our president and the girl inside..."

A few of them looked at him with a strong sense of curiosity. Some of them even held a cup in their hands and looked at him with sympathy and pity, "James, you must be very sad. Do you feel as if there is a knife stabbing into your heart?"

Although he always knew that they had been gossiping about the relationship between him and Bruce behind his back, it was too much for them to sympathize with him so openly.

His head slightly lowered. And his handsome and young face would always inadvertently give people a kind of feeling that he was a very charming gay.

This kind of man was like a poor little pet.

James braced himself and met the gazes of these women, whispering, "You dare to gossip about our boss?"

"Of... of course, we wouldn’t dare. We wouldn’t be able to figure him out."

The few of them changed the topic and quickly picked up their things, and ran away

in a flash.

James had been rather depressed these two days. They even directly asked him in person. Of course, they hurt him very much.

They were really a little unkind!

James looked at himself, who was suddenly left alone, and felt even more lonely as if he was kicked out of his circle of friends.

Sure enough, there were plenty of gossips in a place with women.

James was left behind, but he kept the secret that Bruce was married, and as the assistant of a president, he really did a good job.

Hilla stayed in Bruce’s office and read the romance novels during the whole afternoon.

Not only did the novel not make her feel tired, but it made her drink three cups of coffee in a row, and the more she read, the more excited she became.

She was an old fan of romance novels. She read the beginning of some books and had already known the ending, but this did not prevent her from enjoying the novels.

It was just that she couldn’t cry no matter how sad the story was. Instead, she would be easily amused by the plots.

James, who was delivering documents to Bruce, stood at the door of the office several times and did not dare to enter. Hilla laughed so happily. He was afraid that he would disturb Bruce’s good mood if he went in now, and he might even question his profession.

"James is so poor. His lover has a new lover and has chosen to be a man with a woman. He is left so sad. When he returns to the president’s office, he doesn’t have the courage to knock on the door and enter. I am afraid his heart is going to break."

"Ask the god what love is and only James would understand."

"I really feel that James is not in a good mood recently. He doesn’t seem to dare to look at the president. He is not like this before."

"A man with a broken heart, how poor is he!"

"’He loves his new wife’s smile so deep. That he hears not his old wife weep.’ I thought our president would never be a straight man in this life. But I don’t expect that he loves both men and women."

"What do you think James is feeling now?"

"James is afraid of disturbing the conversation between our president and his wife." someone said.

Should he get in now or wait for a while?

"I really don’t know how long they are doing now. Will it last long? Should James give them more time to clean up the office afterward?"

"This annoying couple, why would they do it in office, can’t they be serious? Please don’t bring your wife to work, okay?"

"This is especially true for the boss."