Chapter 193: Falling Into a Trap
Bruce was stunned by the sudden slap.
Although his wife wasn’t slapping him hard, the sound in the quiet bedroom was still shocking.
No one saw it, but he was also uncomfortable.
The dignified Mr. Anderson cared much about his reputation.
Hilla did not expect that she had struggled so hard to break free from Bruce’s grip just now, and she didn’t control it.
Through her fingers, Hilla saw the deep and cold eyes. He blinked at her innocently. "Please stop being so charming. I have decided to spare your life." Hilla thought. "It doesn’t hurt if I hit you!"
Hilla wanted to withdraw her hand, but the next second, her wrist was held by another powerful hand. Before Hilla could figure out what had happened, she saw Bruce holding her fingertips.
Looking at her fair and delicate fingers and the scar on her face, Bruce lowered his head and kissed Hilla’s hand.
"Yes, I am willing to."
He broke the rules!
Hilla blushed, and her heart beat faster as she was so excited.
This was too annoying. How could he seduce her like this? Her heartbeat skipped.
"I’m not willing to do it even if you are willing to."
Hilla muttered in a low voice and the man above her laughed. His soft lips moved and he kissed her hands again and again.
Moreover, the more careful he kissed her, the more numbness Hilla would feel in her hands. She felt flustered.
Although she knew that Bruce wanted to do something, she didn’t expect that he was so charming.
However, Bruce was not done yet. He looked at her with affection and said, "Yes. I know you are unwilling to hit me."
Shameless. Who couldn’t hit him? That slap was too light.
"I just can’t hurt your face."
"I’m also very satisfied that you can love this face."
Hilla just wanted him to stop talking.
Hilla felt that Bruce was getting old and he could not care about his appearance. No boys or girls were more handsome than him.
Being surrounded by him, Hilla could only look at the lights on the ceiling. The swaying lights made her feel like she was swimming in the sea.
When she was about to fall into her thoughts, she felt a chill on her wrist.
Hilla was a little distracted. Looking at Bruce with his head lowered, she noticed that he was putting a lock on her wrist.
There was sweat on his hair, and his thin lips revealed impatience.
Looking at his appearance, Hilla saw a hint of forbearance in his eyes. She asked, "What is this?"
As soon as she spoke, she realized that her voice was still a little hoarse, and she felt embarrassed.
"A gift for the wedding anniversary!"
Bruce had no intention of keeping it a secret. The sweat on his forehead fell from his black hair. Bruce was still busy with the lock yet.
Why was he so stupid...
"Bruce, have you ever done it or not?"
"Don’t talk!"
He was Mr. Anderson. How could he fail on a lock? The custom-made lock was a bad one!
In the end, Mr. Anderson slammed the lock onto the table.
The designers nowadays were terrible. The lock was so troublesome. They didn’t consider the shoes of the buyers.
Seeing him so angry, Hilla couldn’t help but want to laugh. She said, "Let me wear it myself."
There was some ingenuity in this lock. Although Hilla didn’t design jewelry, she knew about the jewelry.
Originally, Hilla needed to wear it, and she could not take it down. However, for Bruce, he didn’t know how to deal with the lock. "You’re not allowed to wear it!"
Bruce seemed to be angry. When Hilla was about to reach out her hand, he actually pulled it off.
Hilla blinked a few times. Then he pulled her over and kissed her.
The kiss carried a trace of anger and Hilla felt pain because Bruce bit her. She couldn’t help but frown. The next second, a hint of a smile touched her lips.
The angry man also looked so cute.
She was pleased by this old man. It didn’t matter if it was a gift or something.
Anyway, she had forgotten to prepare a gift for him.
She subconsciously kissed Bruce, and she felt that the anger on him just now had dissipated.
The kiss that fell on her lips also became gentle and soothing. The man didn’t want to let go at all.
She was soon guided by the man in front of her. She could not help but smile.
Well, the angry old man was also quite cute!
The next morning.
When Hilla woke up, the bed beside her was empty. Bruce had gone to the company.
Hilla stretched her body and felt a burst of soreness. She was going to fall apart.
She couldn’t help but frown. Bruce was good at everything. He only had one "weakness". Whenever they had sex, he would be a little ruthless. Although she was quite healthy, she was getting more and more unable to endure it.
Hilla got up and took a shower. Just as he walked out of the bathroom, she heard the phones on the bed ring. She went forward to look at the unfamiliar numbers.
After hesitating, she couldn’t help but pick it up.
"Hello!"
"Is this Mrs. Anderson?"
The person on the other side was very pleasant, and the voice sounded familiar.
Hilla was stunned, and then she looked at the phone number.
She confirmed that she did not know this person. Her voice was very serious this time, "Do you still remember the products you bought from our shop last week? I am the shop assistant there."
Hilla couldn’t remember who the shop assistant was, but she remembered the shop that the man was talking about.
"Well, our manager just called and said that our boss wanted to see you."
Hilla no longer felt sore on her waist, and her legs no longer hurt. She was now full of energy.
At that time, she had left Bruce’s name card in the shop, but she had privately left her number to this shop assistant.
She thought that it would be difficult for her to meet the boss of that shop, but she did not expect that it could be so easy.
Her hand holding the phone trembled. She relaxed and said, "When and where?" Hearing the address the shop assistant had given her, Hilla smiled. She did not
expect it to be a clothing exhibition. It seemed that the boss was a classical clothing lover, or perhaps he was an outstanding designer.
But no matter who he was, she only wanted to know why he knew the sewing pattern of the Holt family. There were even some contents that she only read in her father’s diary. Even she did not know about them.
...
When it was about time, Hilla rushed to the appointed place.
Other than the sewing pattern, she was curious to know who knew the secrets of her family.
She had studied the sewing pattern carefully. Regardless of the threads, color, material, or embroidery, Hilla had to admit that she couldn’t be compared to Halle.
When Hilla arrived at the clothing exhibition, there were many people inside. It had begun.
Hilla found a seat and sat down. She looked up at the models walking slowly on the catwalk in front of her.
They all wore traditional dresses. Although Hilla liked them very much, she had very little knowledge about them.
She had always felt the dress wasn’t popular among people and the promotion was hard.
However, looking at the figures walking past her today, she suddenly felt different.
Were these a kind of dress? Some of them completely got rid of the restraints, which accented the beauty of women. It was just like how he always liked ancient costumes.
She liked the complicated clothes that need carefully arranged and made.
In fact, compared to the dress, the traditional clothes had more limitations.
But for her, she thought if she liked it, she should do it seriously, which was why she didn’t want to go to the company.
For graduates like them, no matter how good their study was, entering the company for an internship and learning more experience was the correct way for them.
However, she only wanted to design ancient costumes. If she entered the company, she would be restricted. At that time, what she needed to do was probably not what she wanted.
Hilla was totally attracted by the dresses on the stage. She was surprised, and she felt that the scene in front of her was stunning. She never knew that someone could make the dress so beautiful.
Hilla blinked her eyes and fixed her gaze on the models.
Actually, she saw the patterns of these dresses.
Hilla was stunned. She didn’t know if it was her illusion or if the lights were too dazzling. She felt that these patterns were exactly the same as the Holt family.
Was she dreaming?
Hilla glanced at the dresses again and couldn’t help pursing her lips.
These dresses were obviously designed by one designer. The sewing pattern of the Holt family could almost be seen in every dress.
How could this be possible?
Hilla felt dizzy and looked up at the person in charge of the exhibition and the designer.
Soon, she found a name in the hall.
She was unfamiliar with the name, but she should know her.
She suddenly thought of the lost Apple of the Eye and thought of a name called "Mrs. Shaw".
"Are you Miss Hilla?"
The person asked politely. Hilla could tell at a glance that he was a staff member.
Hilla wanted to nod, but she suddenly thought it was strange.
Before she came here, she had considered herself as Mrs. Anderson, even in that shop.
However, the person in front of her knew her true name. It was obvious that he knew her.
Hilla hid the doubts and nodded slightly. "Yes!"
The person smiled and said, "The person you want to see is waiting for you inside. Please follow me."
Hilla nodded and glanced at the runway. Then she followed the staff in front of her to the corridor.
Now she only wanted to see the boss. Only when she saw him would she know who this person was and why there were so many things from her family.
She even wanted to know what kind of relationship this person had with her father in that accident or with the Holt Family.
After walking through a corridor, the elevator appeared at the corner. It seemed that this was the VIP elevator of the entire venue. It was exceptionally quiet. Hilla followed the staff.
Soon she stood in front of a large door carved with gold. The staff in front of her smiled and gestured at her.
"The person you want to see is inside."
After saying that, he left. Did this mean that he wanted her to push open the door and enter?
Seeing that the person had left, Hilla seemed to have no choice but to enter. Just as she was about to open the door, a piano melody came from inside.
It was a melody that Hilla was very familiar with. When she was a child, she often
heard this "For Elise".
Her father often played it when she was young. She didn’t know when her father stopped playing it, and he didn’t even touch the piano.
Was it a coincidence?
Hilla frowned and found that the person inside seemed to be connected to her family.
Hilla was so curious that she was eager to see the person inside the door. Even her hands, which were placed on the handle of the door, were sweating.
The moment she pushed the door open, the sound of the piano stopped. The person sitting in front of the piano looked over.
Hilla also looked over. Their gazes met in the air, and Hilla was stunned when she saw the familiar person.
What was going on?
"Hilla!"
Rigel sat in front of the piano and stood up. It was obvious that he was shocked and surprised by Hilla’s sudden appearance.
However, the light in his eyes revealed the joy in his heart.
After more than a year, he didn’t expect that they would meet each other here.
"How could you be here?"
"How could you be here?"
They spoke at the same time. Hilla thought she was dreaming. She almost laughed. She didn’t believe that it was Rigel who designed the dresses with the patterns of her family and the hand-made clothes in the shop.
She would never believe it.
Since it was not Rigel, there must be another person there.
Hilla looked around, and Rigel pursed his lips slightly since he was shocked at the tacit between them.
He asked, "Who brought you to this private lounge?"
Just as Hilla was about to speak, a voice from the bathroom not far away suddenly interrupted them.
"She’s the guest I invited."
Just as she said that, an elegant woman slowly walked out of the bathroom.
She was beautiful and elegant. The dark green dress on her was like a half-opened lotus. When the woman saw Hilla, the light flashed in her eyes, and then she maintained calm and showed an indifferent smile.
Rigel called out, "Mom!"
Hilla was stunned for a moment, and then greeted her, "Mrs. Richards."
She found that something was wrong. The one who asked her to come was the owner of the shop, but the owner seemed to be the same person as the designer of the dresses below.
Wasn’t the designer Mrs. Shaw? When did she become Mrs. Richards? Only now did Hilla realize that she had fallen into a trap.