A Love Rekindled

Chapter 17

"Bruce, aren't you spoiling her too much?" Kate couldn't help but intervene. "She has hands, doesn't she? Does she really need you to cut the steak and feed her?"

She said this just as Bruce was handing Cindy a napkin.

Bruce replied calmly as if it wasn't a big deal. “You wouldn't understand."

Kate was left speechless, and her face darkened in anger.

I didn't want to get dragged into their drama, so I changed the subject. "Mrs. Harold, the pan-fried cod here is really good. You should try it.”

Hearing this, Kate looked down at the cod pieces that had been deboned. She smiled and said. "Nancy, you're still the most sensible one here, unlike some other girls who aren't anything but shortsighted."

The meal was as thrilling as a roller coaster ride.

After we finished eating, the four of us stood at an intersection under the neon lights. Kate took my hand and said, "Nancy, you should come over this weekend. Bruce just bought a new house with a lawn, and we've planted a bunch of bougainvillea in the backyard. You'll love it for sure.”

I was startled and looked at Bruce involuntarily. He remained composed, and his eyes didn't waver nor let out the slightest emotion. Well, Bruce was often cool and aloof, so how could he remember my preferences? It must be a coincidence.

After Kate had taken her leave, it was just the three of us standing there with surrounding awkwardness.

I checked my phone and said, "Mr. Harold, my ride is almost here. I'll leave first then.”

Bruce only nodded briefly and didn't speak anything more.

With that, I turned around and crossed the street.

I could barely hear Cindy's voice, but still made out that she was blaming herself. She said, “I'm sorry, Bruce. I'm no good. I couldn’t make your mom like me.”

I took a deep breath and forced a smile.

It sounded as if Kate really liked me a lot when, in fact, she was just using me. But Cindy had Bruce to stand up for her, didn’t she? Now, just thinking of Bruce made me feel even worse. Clearly, he was also using me tonight.

They were so in sync. Indeed, like mother like son.

But why did they do that? Did they really think that we were just NPCs with no feelings?

I went back to my place, fuming with anger.

When I came out of the bathroom, saw my phone flashing non-stop.on the table. As I got closer, I finally” sawsthe string of numbers blinking On. the screen. 7Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

It's unny hew I could have such. * good memory that I recognized it as Bruce's number in an instant: Gontent belongs to

But why would he call me at this hour?

After a few moments of hesitation, I still answered the phone.

"Are you home?" His voice was hoarse and sounded a little tired

I feigned ignorance and asked, "Who's this?"

There was a pause on the other end, then I heard Bruce ask, "Nancy, did you delete my number?” I deleted it two years ago and haven't saved it since.

Bruce should've expected this and be smart enough to figure it out.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and asked, "Mr. Harold, is there something you need?”

Bruce suddenly went silent

The wind had made my headache worse, soy was less patient than: ” usual. [Fhe wasn't going to talk, didn't-want to wait, so I said, "If there's nothing else, I'm going to rest." >

"Add me back on Facebook," Bruce finally spoke up. His tone wasn't all too pleasant. Hearing that, my hand froze.

Then I heard him say, "I can't let Ms. Fisher's efforts today be in vain."