Chapter 214: This Man Is Different from Bruce
Having been taught a lesson by Halle, Hilla became even more upset.
She rolled over on the bed until Bruce came back. Bruce found that she wrapped herself up in the quilt.
"You haven’t taken a bath yet?"
Bruce looked at Hilla with his eyes full of affection and smiled indulgently.
Hilla was still lying on the bed. Hearing what he said, she muttered without looking at him, "I don’t want to."
"It doesn’t matter. We haven’t eaten any food with a strong flavor."
As Bruce finished, Hilla suddenly got up from the bed. She looked at Bruce and compressed her lips, "Bruce, if I leave with your daughter and don’t let you get to know each other, will you find another woman to have babies with?"
Bruce raised his eyebrows and looked Hilla deeply into her eyes. Hilla suddenly became nervous.
Bruce was such a smart guy that he may find out some clues soon.
"I had to cover Halle." Thought of that, Hilla immediately stood up from the bed in anger. "Never mind. I was talking nonsense, just forget it. I’m going to take a shower."
Watching Hilla escape into the bathroom, Bruce frowned slightly, and his gaze subconsciously fell on the phone that had been left on the bed.
Who was she chatting with just now? What made her so angry?
Since Bruce had just taken a shower in the study, he lay down on the bed and waited for Hilla to finish.
Hilla was wearing a thin pajama. The tulle dress revealed her faintly visible figure.
Bruce stared at her with an impulsive look.
Realizing his intention, Hilla couldn’t help but blush. She pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I’m a little hungry. Maybe I should eat the spaghetti I brought back."
Bruce was afraid that she might get indigestion since she had eaten two steaks and some snacks in the restaurant. He couldn’t believe she’s hungry again.
He rubbed his eyebrows and didn’t know what to say. Looks like the medicine he bought was a waste of time.
Seeing him frown, Hilla thought that Bruce was discontent with her, and maybe he thought that she was making excuses not to have sex.
So she quickly explained, "I lost too much energy just now, so I felt a little hungry. Besides, I haven’t eaten much for a day. I must make it up."
To put it bluntly, she just wanted to eat. Bruce signed and got out of bed, "It’s
getting cold. Heat it before eating."
Hilla was just about to say that she knew how to use a microwave. She had used it for heating leftovers many times in Pinecastle.
However, before she could speak, Bruce had already come downstairs in his sleeping robe.
Hilla didn’t expect him to heating food for her.
Hilla finished a plate of spaghetti quickly. When she was almost finished, she moved the plate closer to him, "Do you want to try some? They made good noodles."
She didn’t like to eat these things before, but she was so hungry today that she found them so delicious.
Bruce frowned all the time, "You have eaten too much. Don’t sleep right away."
"What? But I am already sleepy."
As they say, "When you’re full, you just want to sleep". Hilla felt she started to feel sleepy, and with food in her stomach, she felt comfortable and happy.
"You can’t go to sleep even if you are sleepy."
Bruce frowned again. "She had eaten so much in one night. Lying down now would be uncomfortable," he thought.
Bruce went forward and pulled her up, "Let’s do some exercise." He thought it would be better to get up and move around. "What does he mean about ’do some exercise’?" Hilla wondered.
What exercise could he do in the middle of the night? Hilla misunderstood and immediately blushed. She then lightly punched Bruce’s chest, "Can you be serious for once?"
Bruce just wanted to take her out for a walk, but when he saw Hilla’s face, his hand that held her wrist suddenly paused, and then yanked her into his arms.
Hilla suddenly found herself trapped by his strong arms. She smelt the strong masculine scent on Bruce’s body, mixed with the fragrance of her body lotion.
"Why should I be serious with my wife?"
Bruce lowered his head and gently bit Hilla’s ears.
Hilla felt a little pain and complained, "Are you a dog?"
Bruce smile, "No."
The man’s low voice was extremely sexy as it slowly spread out from her ear.
The scent of his breath made Hilla feel even hotter. Bruce’s lips fell from her ears to her neck, then her nose, and finally landed on her forehead, saying in a low voice, "It’s not good to sleep if you don’t do some exercise."
’He’s definitely trying to take advantage of her!’
Hilla struggled for a while but found that she was held tightly in his arms. It was difficult to run.
"Who said I was full? I just grabbed a few bites and wasn’t full at all."
Hilla tried to make excuses for her to go to sleep. Seeing that Bruce just looked at her with a smile, she blinked and straightened her back in embarrassment, "What’s so funny? I just haven’t eaten enough, so I don’t participate in any exercise."
As Hilla spoke, she made a "No" gesture in front of her chest, looking at Bruce defensively.
Bruce had hoped to get her up and move around, however, he was intrigued by her defensive look.
He tightened his arm around her waist, then held her down and kissed her. His voice was a little hoarse. "Well, you don’t have to move. I will!" ’He wanted to make out with her after being rejected!’ Immediately, Hilla started to blush again. "I refuse."
Hilla tried to struggle, but in the next second, Bruce sealed her lips with his kiss and held her upstairs to the room.
He would not allow her to lie down and sleep after eating so much food.
When Hilla was brought to the bedroom, she was already dizzy. Her hands tightly clenched Bruce’s clothes, and she felt like her legs had just left the ground and stepped on the clouds.
She was afraid that she would be suffocated to death by Bruce’s kiss even before she reached the bed.
"Exercise is fine. Can you please keep it gentle? I want the time to be shortened."
She felt that she had consumed too much energy last night, and it was a miracle that she could run around for a day. "I would probably have to lie in bed for two days after tonight." Hilla thought.
Bruce looked at Hilla blushing in his arms and smiled. He lowered his head and kissed her nose as he replied to Hilla, "No, I can’t."
"I’m going to kill this shameless man!" Hilla thought.
...
When Hilla was pressed against the bed, she felt suffocated.
Hilla looked at the gorgeous crystal above her head. Her misty eyes looked so charming under the gaze of the man.
Hilla held Bruce’s neck and felt the sweat on the back of Bruce under her palm.
Hilla took a deep breath and kiss Bruce before he kissed her.
Hilla felt Bruce’s deep breathing and his big hand on the back of her head. He seemed to embed her into his body.
Hilla felt sullen. She was in a daze and felt numb.
There was only his fine black hair and the overflowing sweat on Bruce’s forehead in front of her.
Hilla blinked her eyes. The dazzling light of the crystal lamp made Bruce near her sight look hazy, but she felt that he was particularly sexy.
Suddenly, Bruce stopped. Hilla was stunned. Looking at Bruce frowning, Hilla was in a trance before, and now she was back.
"What’s wrong?"
When Hilla spoke, her voice was hoarse. Even Hilla felt uncomfortable and coughed lightly.
Bruce didn’t say anything, but his emotional black eyes gradually became clear.
Hilla couldn’t help but follow his sight and looked down. She was stunned.
There was a trace of blood on her pants.
Is she ... on her period?
It was only a little bit and light, but ... they couldn’t do it anymore.
Hilla quickly grabbed her clothes and pushed Bruce away. She jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom.
It was embarrassing. How could this happen when she was halfway with Bruce? Thinking of Bruce’s stunned and repressed look just now, Hilla blushed. Maybe Bruce was crazy now. Hilla stopped it.
Hilla blamed herself. Although her period seemed to be short-lived, she had no intention of seducing Bruce.
Coming out of the bathroom, Hilla leaned against the door frame and saw no one in the bed.
Bruce was gone.
No prizes for guessing that Bruce must have gone to the guest room for a shower.
Hilla felt relieved. She pulled the quilt and covered it up immediately. She was so tired and hungry today. If she were to serve Bruce again, she wouldn’t be able to bear it.
Hilla used to think she was strong, but now she knew that she hadn’t done it for a long time. She had to strengthen exercise!
Not long after, Hilla had already fallen asleep.
When Bruce came back Hilla was already sleeping soundly. She breathed quietly, just like an obedient kitten curling itself in the quilt.
Bruce smiled helplessly, but the love in his eyes shone under the light. He looked down and kissed Hilla on the forehead.
Hilla didn’t expect that she would sleep until two in the afternoon the next day.
When Hilla opened her eyes and saw the time, she was shocked. It seemed that she was exhausted from filming. She had slept for more than ten hours.
When Alexa came in to see her, Hilla blushed embarrassedly.
"Are you hungry?"
Hilla nodded. Then, she thought of something and said hurriedly, "Is it hot food? I want to eat fresh food."
Alexa smiled, "Madam, what do you want to eat?"
"Stir-fried eggs with chili peppers, fried fish, and shredded pork with garlic sauce...."
They were all very common home -cooked dishes, but these dishes were sour, sweet, and spicy. There were all kinds of flavors.
"Can you eat so much alone?"
Alexa was afraid that Hilla would break her stomach if she was suddenly crapulent as she slept too much.
Hilla smiled, "You can make two less."
Hilla just suddenly wanted to taste these flavors, but she didn’t have to eat it all.
Hilla got up and changed her clothes. Then she sat on the sofa downstairs and looked through her phone in boredom, waiting for Alexa to bring her the food.
The lampblack was flowing out of the kitchen. Hilla was choked and retched. She quickly got up and ran upstairs.
Hilla had better wait for Alexa to finish the meal before eating!
When Hilla returned to the room and lay on the bed, she received a message from Susan.
Susan was walking the red carpet in Far City tonight. She would wear a dress
designed by Hilla.
Looking at this message, Hilla couldn’t help but laugh. Congratulations to Susan for becoming the brightest star tonight.
Susan did not refuse at all. As a female star, the red carpet was the most important thing they should do, and it must be done.
They didn’t talk much after a few simple sentences. Hilla couldn’t help but look forward to the red carpet banquet in Far City tonight.
But there would be reports on the place where there were stars on the Internet. Hilla looked up at the activities in Far City today and quickly found the microblog of the red carpet organizer this time and followed it.
As long as Hilla kept her eyes on tonight’s entertainment activities, it was easy for her to know the situation of tonight’s banquet at any time.
In Far City!
It was not dark yet. But in a private manor hotel, it was already busy.
The entrance of the hotel extended to the brightly lit hall, which was covered with the thick red carpet.
In the swimming pool in the manor, the waitress dressed as a mermaid swam and swayed the gorgeous fishtail.
The tray with red wine floating on the surface of the water would be pushed towards the guests on the shore along with the mermaid in the pool.
The people around were dressed gorgeously. Everyone who came had friendly or purposeful smiles on their faces.
The reporters around were fixed at the door, around the red carpet.
For the Decadent Voice here, they did not dare to report anything except sighing.
As night fell, there were more and more cars outside the manor.
The protagonists were coming in. Margaret held Julian’s arm.
Margaret had an elegant and dignified smile on her face, but she could not help but roll her eyes in her heart.
Margaret had just cooked the hot pot. But she was brought to the banquet by Julian before she could put down her chopsticks.
Although Margaret was just an assistant, she also had working hours. She was already off work now, but Julian pulled her over without any human rights.
And most of all, Margaret was angry that attending the banquet didn’t count as overtime.
That was not the worst. The most abominable was that Margaret’s monthly salary not only had to be used to pay rent and support herself, but now she had to be
responsible for the banquet expenses. Julian did not reimburse her for a piece of clothing money.
Sure enough, the capitalists were all narrow-minded. Julian was no different from her stingy brother, Bruce. No, there was still something different.
Bruce and Margaret were related by blood, but she and Julian ... were not!