A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce) novel Chapter 42

After dinner, Douglas mentioned that he needed to pick up some materials from the teacher's room, so we parted ways with Bruce and Cindy.

As we walked along Nicox University, I suddenly felt that the places I used to avoid didn't seem so scary anymore.

What caught me off guard was that Douglas didn't take me to the teacher's room. Instead, he accompanied me to the school's back gate.

I thanked him, "Thanks for your help, class representative."

"Not a problem," Douglas replied bluntly. "Did you really like the pork chop?"

I nodded. "Although it was a bit spicy, it was quite satisfying."

I never used to eat that kind of stuff.

Douglas' lips curled into a smile and his eyes shone. "See, Nancy? You can get a different experience if you change your taste."

Thanks to him, I discovered the deliciousness of pork chop.

The next day at work, I immediately suggested to Caroline to try this delicacy.

Caroline frowned and whined, "Pigs are so cute. How can you eat them?"

As soon as she said that, Cindy came over with her laptop. "Nancy, I wrote a small piece of code last night, but I couldn't get it to work during the testing. Can you help me take a look at it?"

I nodded and took the laptop from her.

It was a simple game code, a common example found in books. After a glance, I pointed out where the problem was.

Cindy gasped with admiration and ran the code in front of me. But she didn't immediately take her laptop back after that.

I casually glanced at it and immediately saw the intimate photo on the screensaver. It was Bruce and Cindy.

"Is… Is that so?" Cindy stuttered and forced a smile. "I'll try that next time."

With that, she left with her laptop.

In the afternoon, I received a sudden call from Kate. "Nance, I have a party this weekend. Can you help me pick out two dresses?"

I knew Kate's preferences well. Her biggest hobby was shopping, and over the years, I had frequented the mall a lot thanks to her. Saying I was at her beck and call wouldn't be an exaggeration.

But things were different now. I denied tactfully, "I still have some unfinished work left. You can ask Ms. Lane instead."

It was only right if Kate went with her daughter-in-law instead.

"I don't want her." Kate was never one to beat around the bush. "My head hurts when I see her fumbling around."

I was still struggling to find the right words when Kate continued with her lament, "Nance, tell me the truth. Do you find me annoying?"