A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce) novel Chapter 74

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.

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.