A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce)

Bruce answered my confusion, saying, "I'm in front of your house. Nancy, come home now."

Then, he hung up the call before I could answer.

As for his tone, it was impolite as usual.

But I could understand why.

After all, Cindy was practically made invisible at that night's party.

I thought Bruce had come to avenge Cindy, so I decided to get it done with it.

And thus, I calmly returned to my home.

Besides, I had to deal with it sooner or later.

Although I had mentally prepared for it, I still felt shocked to see Bruce leaning against my house door.

His eyes were half-closed as he tiredly leaned against the door.

The high-quality suit and tie he wore had already been removed and draped on his arm, leaving him in only a white shirt. The once neat collar was now loose too and revealed a patch of pale skin.

In the dimly lit hallway, there was an inexplicable sense of vulnerability enveloping his delicate face. He seemed a different person from the dazzling Roeval Group's president at the party.

Not to mention, he seemed even more tired than me.

Suddenly, I didn't know how to greet him.

Just then, Bruce seemed to have sensed my arrival and slowly opened his eyes.

Our gazes met, and I heard him say, "So, you're finally back."

Bruce's voice was naturally low at that moment. And while one would think that he seemed hostile whenever he was serious, there was actually a hint of gentleness whenever he lowered his tone. Just like what he was doing now.

I gripped the car keys in my hand and pretended to be calm. "Is something the matter? You're here so late."

Bruce lowered his gaze and looked

at my hand. Then, he grinned and replied "You've made quite an effort to butter Douglas up." He was staring at the car keys in my hand.

It seemed that Bruce also noticed I was driving the same car model as Douglas.

I jingled the car keys and calmly answered, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you."

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I wouldn't have had enough for the downpayment if you hadn't given me the hundred thousand," I honestly said.

Bruce quietly looked at me with a

dark gaze. Then, he replied,

incredulous, "You used my money to flatter another man?" He raised his voice toward the end of the O sentence.

I didn't want to escalate the conflict, so I explained, "I already told you that although the money is yours, we already made the deal. I don't think I need to tell you how I'm spending the money, right?" FindNovel.net

Bruce froze for a moment. Then, he impatiently tugged his collar only to realize that his tie was already undone.

After that, he stared at me and asked, "Since you went to such lengths, did Douglas agree to invest in your business?"

He was adamant that I was flattering Douglas because of money.

Meanwhile, I was wondering why he'd come in such a rush to ask something like that.

Observing my silence, Bruce predicted the answer and said, "It seems like it's a no. Are you planning to use the tactic you used to flatter me on him too?"

Bruce seemed a bit unusual tonight. He talked more today than what he would have talked to me in a month. And surprisingly, he wasn't here to speak up about Cindy.

As I gazed into Bruce's dark eyes, I couldn't help but feel frustrated. Then, I blurted out, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Bruce was momentarily taken aback by my question. Then, he immediately averted his gaze and stayed silent.

The details of his reaction were my answer.

It was also at that moment I realized my drunken slip of the tongue.