A Love Rekindled

Chapter 87

Bruce uttered his command by my ear. And suddenly, I was being pulled by the waist and into his arms.

Then, I caught a whiff of that familiar fragrance, and my heart began to race.

I lifted my head in confusion and saw a fiery gaze in Bruce's eyes.

Was I seeing things?

Just a second ago, Bruce wanted to chase me out.

I took a step back and declined, saying, “Thank you. I... I'm fine."

However, my backing up only drew Bruce closer to me.

With every step I took backward, he arrogantly took a step forward. And at last, I found myself by the sofa. There was no way for me to retreat further.

As Bruce stood before me. he fixed his eyes on me, and there was an inexplicable feeling of aggression coming from him He was too close. He was so close to me that I could see the bobbing of his Adam's apple.

"Mr. Harold, I should..."

However, Bruce didn't give me a chance to finish my sentence. Instead. he forced a kiss on me to shut me up.

His breathing was heavy, and he kissed me in an overbearing manner. It felt as if he was about to consume me, and my reflex was awakened in a flash.

Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, but the word "desire" flashed across my mind at that moment. Then, my rationality started to slip away from me as he passionately kissed me.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

This was overly ridiculous. But at the same time, it felt extremely real.

Then, right at that moment, I felt Bruce's touch around my wrist

All of a sudden, my fading rationality came back to me, and I turned my head away, looking disgusted Bruce's body was still against mine, but he stiffened up when he saw the look on my face.

In an instant, all the passion between us vanished and only awkwardness and tension remained. A moment later, Bruce asked, "Is this wristband that important to you?"

If I wasn't mistaken, he had wanted to remove the wristband earlier.

Then, I was reminded of that horrible scar, and my chest tightened.

“Answer me.” Bruce said in a stern voice.

It was obvious that he was feeling more irritable now.

"That was a gift from Douglas. Is that why it's so important to you, Nancy? You can't even bear to remove it even when we're being intimate?" he mocked.

I looked straight at him in disbelief. His eyes had turned red, and they were filled with hatred.

It was as if the pain fram the wound had transformed into a dagger, and I felt like I was being stabbed with it.

Two years had already passed.

The wound had healed a long time ago, and it was indisputable that a scar was all that was left.

But didn't that still count as a full recovery?

With that said—why was my heart aching so badly?

Bruce, oh, Bruce.

He just had to take a closer look at the pattern of the wristband. And if he did, he wouldn't have said such a thing. After a few seconds of silence, he uttered, "Get out."

Upon hearing him say that, I felt a lump in my throat, and tears started uncontrollably streaming down my cheeks. Nancy, oh, Nancy.

After that day, I vowed never to shed another tear because of this man.

Yet, how could I be so weak at this moment?

It felt like I had ruined things.

The next day, I got to the office in the morning, and the first thing I did was to contact the lawyer.

I wanted to discuss our next plan of action. And since we were unable to come to a settlement, we could only go by the books. After hanging up the call, I turned around and spotted Cindy standing at the door.

She was staring at me. Then. in a surprised tone, she asked, "Are you really taking Bruce to court, Nance?”

I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.

Yes, I intended to take legal action. against Bruce. However, she was» the instigator of this matter. Haw cou id < she dare to look at mewith such an innocent look on her face?

"What else should I be doing then?"

"Don't rush it, Nance. I have an idea." Cindy curled her lips up into a smile and continued, "Brucey and I booked 2) private room at Rico Restaurant for tonight. I'll send you the time and loeation via text in a bit. Content bélongs ~

"Later tonight, you should come over together with Mr. Irvin. Just say that it was.a coincidence that you c> bumped into us. Then, we can “sit down and have a proper discussion.

"What do you think about that?” Cindy's suggestion came as a surprise, so it caught me off guard

But then. she added, "Tonight is our three-month anniversary.”