Chapter 213: He Might Not Be Worthy of the Best
Hilla silently left the restaurant. When Bruce parked the car and returned, he saw Hilla standing outside the restaurant, staring at the entrance suspiciously and frowning.
"The passersby might have thought that she had just argued with the restaurant owner and was kicked out." Bruce thought.
Bruce went forward and put his arms around her waist, "I thought you wanted to eat here. Why don’t you go in?"
He thought that she must have ordered by now.
Hilla shook her head and sighed heavily, "This restaurant has changed."
The taste was different from what she had thought before, and it was no longer the taste that she yearned for.
Bruce looked at her pitiful face with a doting smile. "Don’t you want to eat roasted chicken?" "Not anymore!"
She really didn’t want to at all. She didn’t even want to enter that restaurant. The smell was so strange that she felt sick.
Not only did she feel sick about roasted chicken in this place, she now had no appetite for any roasted chicken.
"You really don’t want to eat anymore?"
Bruce was a little surprised. Hilla always liked these things. After all, she was 10 years younger than him and preferred to live a bustling life.
Not only did she like the food in the restaurant, but also the atmosphere there. The hustle and bustle of the place inspired her designs.
Every time he heard such a reason, Bruce would take it as an excuse for her to be gluttonous.
"No, let’s pick another restaurant."
Having abandoned all hope of roasted chicken, Hilla just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. She felt like she would throw up if she stayed a little longer.
Her stomach had been empty for a day. The only thing left in it was acid.
Seeing that Hilla was so upset, Bruce nodded and told her to wait by the side of the road while he drove over.
After changing two restaurants, Hilla finally sat in a foreign restaurant with a light fragrance.
She felt that she could only accept such a high-end lifestyle from then on. Anything
hustle and bustle was none of her business.
She was satisfied that she smelled nothing in such place, which she used to dislike the most.
"Bruce, look at how pitiful I am. My stomach is starting to protest."
Hilla looked at Bruce sitting opposite. He was gracefully cutting the steak for her.
She held her chins with both hands and squeezed them hard.
She felt that she had lost weight in just one day. How pitiful!
"Help yourself."
Bruce placed the steak in front of her. Hilla smiled and ate happily, "I used to think this restaurant lacks atmosphere, so I don’t like here."
She kept commenting as she ate. Bruce watched her devour her food. The way she ate was like having a barbecue. There was nothing elegant about her.
However, she couldn’t stop talking even though her mouth was full of food.
She continued to talk to him.
"The steak today is so delicious. Order me another one and don’t forget to pack up some spaghetti. I can take it as a night snack."
She snickered. Only she could think of packing the food here.
"Okay," said Bruce, without looking up. She could do whatever she wanted. He wouldn’t argue with her anyway, and even if he did, he wouldn’t win.
It was always him who finally had to throw in the towel, so why bother?
"I used to dislike the food here, and it’s not that we came here the first time. Why do I suddenly feel that the food is so delicious?"
Hilla was really hungry, and it was not easy for her to find something tasty to eat, so she enjoyed it a lot.
"I remember you like foreign food? Is it because I’ve been with you for too long that even my appetite is starting to change?"
"That’s not right. It was all because of you last night. My stomach was so uncomfortable."
Hilla muttered softly. Bruce finally stopped what he was doing. He elegantly took a sip of the red wine and said lightly, "Are you saying that our sex life wasn’t good?"
Hilla didn’t know how to respond.
<How dare this shameless man talk dirty in public!
And he said it so seriously that others will think that he is talking about some big business projects with me.>
Hilla feigned a cough.
Hilla blushed and lowered her head, quickly drank half a cup of juice to cover her panic.
He really embarrassed her.
"Slow down. There’s plenty of food here."
Hilla realized he was teasing her.
"It was clear that you are still mad about what had happened today. I didn’t expect you to be such a petty Mr. Anderson." Hilla thought.
<You signed huge orders without hesitation, but actually took time to tease me. I’m just a little girl. Couldn’t you be a little more tolerant of me?> "Honey, I think you are still angry with me."
Hilla hesitated for a moment before speaking in a low voice. Bruce kept a poker face and said, "Am I?"
Hilla nodded vigorously.
"Yes, very, very much." She thought.
"But didn’t I just explain it to you? And I comforted you just now."
The last sentence was said by Hilla in a very low voice. Although the space of the restaurant was large, it was quiet after all. No one would make too much noise here.
She was still worried that people would hear her.
The man looked up at her and said, "Did you comfort me?"
Hilla thought that he was about to be shameless again.
"Didn’t I?"
"Okay, if you say so."
"Look at that, you obviously have a problem with me." Hilla thought.
"Let’s solve our problems at home, okay?" Hilla begged.
With so many people here, she felt so embarrassing. Besides, she was still hungry.
Bruce gave her a deep look, and then coldly replied with one word, "Okay!"
"You’re so shameless." Hilla thought again.
She could bear that he was much older than her, but it was getting harder and harder to make him happy.
Hilla pursed her lips, quickly ate up the steak in front of her. She was hungry, so it was better to eat first and ignore Bruce’s feelings.
Nothing was as important as being full.
Just as Hilla said before, she ate two steaks in the restaurant and packed up a serving of spaghetti. Bruce looked at her several times but didn’t say anything.
After all, she hadn’t eaten anything for a day, but he was afraid that she might feel sick since she had eaten so much.
Considering that, on the way home, Bruce bought some stomach medicine from the pharmacy ... and a box of condoms.
When Hilla saw the bright-colored box, she couldn’t help but blush and mutter in a low voice, "I thought you didn’t need this?"
"I brought it for Horton," Bruce said calmly. Hilla felt that she just suffered a heavy blow!
...
Hilla stared at the beautiful little base in the car fiercely.
Since she returned from Pinecastle, she and Bruce no longer used this kind of thing, so it couldn’t be Bruce’s.
Then it was really brought for Horton!
Horton was disloyal to her Halle.
Although Halle had never accepted Horton, nor did she want to impede his romance, Hilla still felt distressed at the thought of Emily.
After a while, Bruce seemed to notice her abnormality. He whispered, "What’s wrong?"
Hilla looked like she had just met an enemy. Was he going too far in the restaurant? "Does he have a woman?"
Hilla asked coldly. If the fierceness in her eyes could turn into fire, the box would have been burnt.
Bruce was stunned for a moment before he realized that Hilla was referring to Horton. He said lightly, "Yes."
The Hutt family introduced him to a young lady of a noble family.
However, Mrs. Hutt would not allow Horton to marry a girl from a wealthier family than the Hutt family, in fear that she might not respect Horton.
"It’s men’s nature."
Hilla’s good mood turned into anger.
She felt sorry for her sister, but she did not know why. Probably because she recalled Halle’s appearance during her pregnancy, and how she took care of Emily in the past year.
But Halle always rejected Horton. It was normal for the most handsome bachelor in the whole hospital to find a girlfriend.
She was conflicted, but still angry.
She couldn’t blame Horton, so she looked up and stared at Bruce.
After all, he was her husband, and she could vent her anger on him.
"What’s wrong?"
"Pretending to be affectionate as if no one else would do, but holding another woman in arms before long."
Bruce felt a little strange at her obscure words. Meeting Hilla’s flaring eyes, he felt that tonight won’t be an easy time.
Just as he was thinking about what he had said wrong tonight, they arrived at Horton’s residence.
Hilla watched Bruce go up and down the stairs. Staying in the car, she had an impulse to burn the whole building.
She should not have believed that men could be loyal.
But Halle never answered for Horton’s love. It was impossible for him to be single for the rest of his life.
At the thought of this, Hilla couldn’t help but stamp her feet in anger.
Her high heels stamped the car loudly. When Bruce returned, he thought that the car was going to explode.
Back at the Lakeshore Center, Hilla directly locked herself in her room.
Bruce could only enter the study in confusion and finish his work first. It would be easier for Hilla to calm down after a while.
Hilla started a video call with Halle, who was giving a bath to Emily.
Emily’s hair had grown long but the weather was hot. Halle combed it up into two pigtails. Emily’s face was red from the warm water. Her eyes looked like a pair of black pearls. She looked exceptionally adorable.
Hilla felt sad for her niece and became even angrier with Horton.
Without waiting for Halle to speak, Hilla said fiercely, "Halle, you are right. We don’t need men. It’s good for you to take Emily with you. You don’t need a stinky man around at all."
Halle was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "What happened? Who has irritated you?"
Halle naturally thought of Bruce.
She thought it was just an ordinary quarrel between the young couple.
Hilla snorted coldly, "Who else could it be? The irresponsible father of Emily!"
Halle’s face was sullen as soon as Hilla said that.
She gave Hilla a warning look but also showed a trace of panic.
Glancing at the nanny sitting opposite her, Halle handed Emily to her and went into the room.
Hilla was a little regretful after she mentioned Horton. She should not have said it so abruptly. In the studio, they rarely talked about Halle’s private life, and never about Emily’s father.
The nanny and assistants they hired naturally would not raise the subject.
This year, Halle lived a tiring but stable life. With Emily, she felt very happy.
At the sudden mention of Horton, Halle’s face darkened.
"Halle, are you angry?"
Hilla said in a low voice. She had lost her sense just now to speak so imprudently.
"It’s nothing. I just wonder why you’re so angry."
"Horton has a girlfriend now. I just can’t accept it."
Hilla was still sorry for Halle, as well as her lovely niece.
Halle was indifferent. She only pursed her lips and said, "Dr. Hutt is single. It’s normal to find a girlfriend at this age. It will be abnormal if he stayed single. What are you angry about?"
Hilla obviously had lost her temper. She couldn’t understand why his sister was getting more and more hot-tempered. She must have been spoiled by Bruce.
"Halle, are you really so indifferent? Aren’t you angry? He is Emily’s father."
"But he doesn’t know that Emily is his... and there is nothing to be angry about. He has his life, and I have mine. I think it’s good for us to keep away from each other."
"Also, you should be more careful in the future. I have nothing to do with him, and no matter what he does, it has nothing to do with you. As for you, I feel that your temper is really getting worse and worse. I pity Bruce."
Hilla didn’t expect that she would turn out to be scolded by Halle. She was now not only angry but felt wronged.
After they hung up, Hilla could only hit the bed.
Halle hung up the video and went out to pick up Emily back to their room.
Halle stared vacantly at her daughter, who was sucking a milk bottle happily.
The more she looked, the more she felt Emily looks like her father. It was said that the daughter would look like the father. Halle was both happy and scared.
She watched as Emily fell asleep with the milk bottle in her arms. A drop of milk was drooling down from the corner of the little mouth. She couldn’t help but laugh.
However, as she laughed, her vision became hazy. Something fell from her eyes and hit the back of her hands.
She touched it and looked at her wet palm sarcastically.
The Hutt family was right, Horton might not be worthy of the best, but he definitely would not marry a divorced woman.