Chapter 205: Bruce, You Got Bitten
Hilla’s feeling didn’t last long. She soon received a call from Queeney.
She said the silk was bought by her without any cover. The reason was very simple. The Jorgansen Group announced yesterday that the partner of the Cloud Garden and the Richards Group lost the election.
In Queeney’s eyes, the Richards Group didn’t cooperate with the Jorgansen Group because of Hilla.
If Hilla hadn’t stopped him, Julian would have obviously agreed to cooperate with the Richards Group with the things in her hands.
Queeney watched helplessly as such a big project slipped away. How could she be willing?
Since Queeney was unwilling, she would find Hilla again.
When Hilla saw Queeney, Queeney was still as elegant and beautiful as before. However, her aura had become sharp. She was no longer as amiable as before. What they were talking about now was a real business.
"I have silk, but the conditions are still the same as last time. You will tell Mr. Anderson."
Hilla looked at Queeney in front of her and said indifferently, "It’s just some silk. Do you think those are worth 300 million dollars and the project of the Anderson Group?"
Since Queeney had already lost the opportunity to cooperate with the Jorgansen Group, she would not let go of the Anderson family.
Compared to Julian, Queeney was more confident that she could use Hilla to control Bruce, as long as the Holt Corporation’s things were still in her hands.
"The silk was indeed not worth much money, but your studio needs it. I know that you are now Mrs. Anderson. Even without the studio, you don’t need to worry about your future life. But I heard that your sister is a single mother."
Hilla narrowed her eyes, and the light in her eyes became dark and ruthless.
She hated being threatened. It was already very annoying that Queeney used the Holt Corporation’s design paintings to threaten her. She did not expect that what was even more annoying was that she actually wanted to use Halle.
"If my sister doesn’t have a studio, she can live well as long as she has me."
Hilla’s voice was so cold. She stared at the woman opposite her. This elegant and noble woman was like a snake at this time.
She could easily grasp her weakness and threaten her.
"But I know that the daughters of the Holt family want to fulfill your father’s wish and make the Holt Corporation brand.
"So the design paintings in my hands are more important to you. After all, it is easy to be revealed in the hands of outsiders. Perhaps it will soon become worthless, right?"
Hilla stared at the proud woman in front of her, her every word threatening.
"I don’t want any more silk. I don’t want the design paintings of Holt Corporation either. As long as we are alive, the Holt Corporation brand can still be made."
Hilla’s voice was not loud, but it hit Queeney hard in the ear.
This was the first time she had seen such a person. She was not afraid of any threat. Even if it was something she cared about the most, she could give it up without hesitation.
"This is your father’s hard work. Don’t tell me that you don’t..."
"If my father knew that his efforts were used to threaten his daughter, he would definitely blame himself."
Hilla’s words were calm, and there was not a trace of reluctance or anger on her face.
In the beginning, she felt sad because of these design paintings, but the feeling of being held by someone at any time would make her even more suffocated.
Queeney looked at Hilla who had turned around and left in disbelief. Finally, her delicate makeup couldn’t cover her anger.
"If your father knew that you ruined his efforts, he would never forgive you. There is no such daughter in the world."
Queeney’s words were almost ferocious, but Hilla didn’t even turn her head, walking resolutely.
At the door, Hilla saw Rigel, who had an apologetic look on his face.
"Sorry, I apologize to you for her."
Hilla turned to Rigel and smiled, "She did it for you and the Richards Group. I did it for myself. You don’t have to apologize. We are on different sides."
There was no right or wrong, but she did not like the methods Queeney used on her.
Hilla didn’t go back to Lakeshore Center, but drove to the cemetery.
She had not been here for a long time. She had been back from Pinecastle for a year. This was the first time she had visited her parents.
There was not as messy as she thought. The grave keeper had cleaned up every tombstone here.
Hilla looked at the familiar photos and the couple smiling at her, and her eyes turned red.
"Dad, Mom, I came to visit you. I haven’t been here for a long time. Will you blame
me?"
The wind gently blew through the surrounding treetops, brushing past her cold cheeks. There was a series of swishing sounds, like a response to her.
Sitting on the cement ground, Hilla looked at the tombstone opposite her and said with a smile, "But I know you can’t bear to blame me. You must miss me very much, right?"
Her sore eyes were red and swollen.
The surrounding wind and sunlight hit her, very hot and cold.
In summer, very few people would come to the cemetery, so the surroundings were exceptionally quiet. Other than these towering tombstones, there seemed to be no other shadows.
"Dad, I did something that made you sad today. You will definitely be angry with me if you know.
"But ... Mom, Dad, I was bullied. Didn’t you tell me that I can’t bully others, and I can’t let others bully me? Your daughter was bullied. You must be very distressed, so don’t be angry with me, okay?"
After saying that, Hilla wiped the tears off her face. She still stared at the picture in the tombstone in front of her.
The couple in the picture still looked young when they left, and they had never changed in these years. They were also the same as Hilla remembered.
"If you were still alive, I would definitely be able to live a happy life. Perhaps I still haven’t married!
"No, there is nothing wrong with marrying someone. He treats me very well. I have never brought him to see you. Are you angry?
"Mom, Dad, Halle, and I have a studio. The business is very good. Recently, we have just received a batch of goods. Soon, we can make our own brand.
"I am now Mrs. Anderson. Those people have to be polite to me for the sake of the Anderson family. I know that it is not good for me to be greedy for enjoyment. You will definitely blame me.
"After marriage, I caused them a lot of trouble, but my mother-in-law treated me very well, and he treated me very well. It’s just a pity that we have never had children.
"Mom, Dad, do you think we can have our own children in the future? Do you like boys or girls?
"Actually, it’s very hard to run a studio. It’s more difficult for Halle to take care of the child. Will you bless us?"
Hilla didn’t know what she was talking about, but she felt that she had rejected Queeney’s deal today, and she was a little sorry for her parents.
She couldn’t help but want to come over and apologize, but when she came, she found that she actually had more to say.
As she spoke, she realized that her face was covered in tears. She touched it and felt it was cold and wet. She could not help but look at the photo on the tombstone and smile. "I missed you!"
...
Hilla had stayed in the cemetery until she felt numb.
It was getting late, her body shrouded with a hazy halo. She looked at the photo in front of her that was already obscured by the night and slowly got up.
"Mom, Dad, I’m going home. I haven’t come to accompany you for a long time. Today, I have said too much. Do you think that your daughter is nagging?
"Actually, I also think that I’m nagging, but I think you must miss me and my sister very much over there, so I can’t help but want to talk to you more.
"The studio required a lot of effort, but my sister and I will work hard to make the Holt Corporation brand.
"Actually, I’m Mrs. Anderson. I can have whatever I want. There’s no need to worry too much. My family is good to me, my husband is good to me, and I’m doing very well. I just occasionally miss you.
"I’m leaving. I’ll visit you again when I’m free. Halle is in the countryside now, and she actually misses you very much. When Emily grows up, she will bring Emily to visit you.
"Mom, Dad, don’t worry about me. I am very happy now!"
Hilla rubbed her fingertips and slowly walked out of the cemetery under the night sky.
The car stopped quietly at the place where she got off. When she returned to Lakeshore Center, she immediately saw that tall and straight figure under the building.
Bruce stood under the hawthorn tree outside the building. His white shirt was a little bright in the night.
He just stood there with his head slightly lowered and quietly looked in her direction with a pair of deep, dark, but affectionate eyes.
It was as if she could be sucked away by this man with just a glance.
The female residents who passed could not help but look at him.
However, those who were able to live in this neighborhood had high status and wealth. Some of them were even young ladies from aristocratic families. They could think about striking up a conversation with him casually.
Hilla walked forward and looked down at the slippers on the man’s feet. Both of them stood there quietly, and neither of them spoke first.
She could tell that Bruce had been waiting for her outside the door for a long time.
She could even smell the sweat of his body.
It mixed with the cold smell on his body, not unpleasant at all.
"I’m back!"
Hilla lowered her head and spoke in a soft and gentle voice.
The next second, a large hand landed on top of her head. She felt the palm gently pat her head twice.
"It’s good that you’re back."
She was fine when she went out in the morning. Did she look like she was unwilling to come back?
Hilla was a little depressed, so she didn’t notice the worry in Bruce’s eyes.
She blamed herself for rejecting Queeney, but she had no regrets.
If she had become a burden to Bruce, she would rather stay far away from Bruce.
"Are you hungry?"
Bruce’s voice sounded above her head, and then she was held by hand.
The moment she was held by the big hand, Hilla felt Bruce’s palm was wet.
It was too hot outside and he was sweating!
Hilla nodded, but didn’t look up at him.
Her obedient appearance was like a kitten that had been abandoned and picked up by its owner. Bruce lightly hummed and tightened his grip on her hand.
"Alexa made the fried fish that you like. Let’s go home."
Bruce’s voice was very low, with a hint of hoarseness for he had not spoken for a long time. It sounded attractive and even a bit sexy.
Hilla bit her lips. She wanted to tell him about it with Queeney since she had already refused.
But after hesitating, she held back. Since it was her own matter, she should settle it by herself!
In the warm room, the two quietly ate dinner. No one spoke. Occasionally, they could only hear the light sound of forks and knives.
"Why didn’t you ask me where I went today?"
Hilla pursed her lips and finally couldn’t help but utter a sound.
She could tell that Bruce had been waiting for her downstairs for a long time after work. He wouldn’t have been like this in the past, not to mention that it was summer.
According to their normal mode, Bruce should be sitting on the sofa at home, watching the computer or mobile news and waiting for her to return.
However, when she returned, he was standing downstairs but did not call her. Did he know that she was in a bad mood today, or was he bored and wanted to go
outside to feel the hot weather and sweat?
"Well, where did you go today?"
"Did I come back late?"
Hilla asked. Hearing Bruce really ask her, she felt guilty.
People really couldn’t have anything on their minds, especially in front of people they were familiar with.
"Not too late."
Bruce looked up and met her careful gaze. He replied with a calm and composed expression.
Hilla frowned. In fact, it was still a little late. It was already dark, and it should be very late in the summer. He should have waited downstairs for a long time.
"I was late."
Hilla admitted. Bruce said lightly, "Yes." There was no expression on his face. He didn’t blame her, nor did he tease her as intimately as before. He only said, "Remember to come back early in the future."
"Okay!"
Hilla pursed her lips. She couldn’t help but glance at Bruce. She found that he seemed to frown from time to time.
"Are you not feeling well?"
Hilla’s heart sank. Did he get heatstroke while standing downstairs?
Putting down the fork and knife in her hands, Hilla rushed to Bruce.
Just now, she was downstairs. The lights were dim and she could not see clearly. Now that Bruce had taken a shower and was wearing a tight vest, his figure was vividly outlined.
Now she could see his exposed skin was clearly covered in mosquito bites.
Hilla was stunned for a moment before she said, "Bruce, you got bitten!"
She thought, "What the hell! The female mosquito actually bit my man."
The most terrifying thing was that Bruce had been bitten quite a few times. There were three or four bites on his skin from his neck to his collarbone. Fortunately, he had been wearing trousers back then, but his exposed arms looked particularly miserable.
The dignified Mr. Anderson was covered in mosquito bites. Hilla wanted to laugh, but she was worried about him. She quickly went to find the medicine.
"Now it is summer. When mosquitoes suck blood everywhere, why did you stand under a tree to wait for me? Why not sit on the sofa in the living room to enjoy the air conditioning?
"I won’t run!"
After Hilla finished muttering, she looked up and saw Bruce staring at her with burning eyes. She immediately shrank back with a guilty conscience.
"Alright, I know you are worried about me."
Hilla plucked out a little ointment with her fingertips and smeared it slowly on the mosquito bites on Bruce’s neck. The cool feeling followed the gentle fingertips to soak into his skin, and the originally itchy and irritating feeling gradually faded away.
Bruce straightened his back and allowed the woman beside him to apply the medicine for him.
His jittery feeling was smoothed out by the fragrance that gradually drifted over from the woman’s body and the smell of medicine mixed together!