A Love Rekindled

Chapter 21

Kate and I walked up to Bruce.

"Didn't you say that you'd stay for two days?" She took the suitcase from Bruce and asked, “Have you eaten?" Bruce's sharp gaze landed on me with a frown. "What's she doing here?”

The disdain in his voice was clear as day, and it looked as if he was about to show me to the door.

"Nance is here because I invited her over,” Kate said with a straight face. "Be nice."

Bruce glanced at the wine on the table and deepened his frown. "Drinking again?”

Clearly, he wasn't happy about it.

I admitted, “Just sharing a drink with Aunt Kate.”

Bruce's face turned dark, and he looked as if he wanted me to explain.

Kate couldn't stand it anymore and tried to smooth things over. “Come on, it’s just a small slip-up at work. Is it really that big of a deal?” She thought that the tension between Bruce and I was work-related.

But Bruce was very smart. He smelled a rat from just that sentence and sneered, "Now you've started to tattle, haven't you?"

"Nance didn't say anything. It was all me guessing." Kate jumped in to defend me. She glared at Bruce and said, "Now that it's out in the open, let's just move on from this matter.”

Bruce didn't want to let her off. "Shouldn't there be a lesson for inciting subordinates to badmouth others?"Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Just a few fair words from me, and in Bruce's eyes, I was inciting my subordinates.

I kept my head down and forcefully suppressed the discomfort in my heart.

But Kate caught onto the crucial point. She asked incredulously, "Are you talking about Ms. Lane when you say ‘others?™ Bruce paused for a moment. This time, it wasn't on me; he was the one who slipped up.

Sure enough, Kate went into full-on lecture mode in a blink.

It felt extremely awkward for me to be there, so I carefully said, "Aunt Kate, Mr. Harold, it’s getting late. I'll head out now." Kate calmed down and pointed at Bruce. "It's late, you should walk Nance out."

"She must have called a ride.”

I took the hint. "Right, it should be here soon."

With that, I left.

Stepping out the big gate, I had to grab onto a plant to steady myself. The wine hit in harder than I thought

I was trying to call for a cab while walking, but this was the outskirts, and getting a ride was tough

In the end, I just accepted my fate and walked on with wobbly legs.

The tempefature difference between day and I night here was huge. The~ chilly night wind was making its way into.mny collar, and I started shivering. .to -

I suddenly thought of the snowy ~~ mountains Cindy mentioned over: the phone and whimsically told?” myself that I was enjoying the” scenery of the snow. Content ~

All by myself.

Just then, a bright light unexpectedly shone from behind. I was confused and stopped walking. Then, I saw that a car had pulled up next to me. The window rolled down slowly and revealed a man's sharp profile.

Nice bone structure, smooth facial lines, definitely a looker.

But that face reminded me of the cold, emotionless statue from my memories.

"Get in.”

The statue actually spoke to me.

I smiled and said, "You're finally here to save me.”

Sitting in the passenger seat, I MN leaned my head in to look at the hands gripping onto the steering” whee’, The more I looked, thermore familiar they seemed. Content ~

Long and pale, just like Bruce's hands.