A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce)

I felt my heart trembling, and I realized that I'd lost my strength to struggle too.

Suddenly, I remembered those two years.

In that cold apartment, Bruce had carefully tucked my feet into his arms and said that he wanted to use his body heat to drive away the long winter nights for me. But in reality, it was just an excuse.

What he really wanted to do was to do it with me throughout the night.

And at this moment, just like when he did then, he seemed dangerous yet captivating.

Suddenly, my phone rang.

It was Cindy.

This hit me hard, and I was forced back to reality.

"Mr. Harold, Ms. Lane is calling," I reminded Bruce.

At the mention of Cindy, Bruce finally loosened his embrace.

Simultaneously, the light also miraculously turned back on, and its glaring light seemed to illuminate all the awkwardness and embarrassment lurking in the dark.

Cindy's sobbing voice came through the receiver, "Bruce, I'm not feeling well right now. Can you come pick me up?"

Bruce rubbed his temples and paused for a moment before saying, "Send me the address."

After hanging up the phone, Bruce hesitated. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

I met his gaze and frankly said, "You should go. Ms. Lane will be angry if you're late."

Bruce acted as if I'd said some absurd joke, and his gaze darkened.

I calmly asked, "Is there anything else, Mr. Harold?"

With a cold snort, Bruce quickly left.

Then, the place fell silent again, and only the sound of wind whistling through the dying branches could be heard.

...

The next morning, I unexpectedly received a call from a renovator saying that he wanted to make an appointment with me to install heaters in the office.

I was puzzled, but after confirming the time with the renovator, I suddenly recalled the scene from last night and immediately called Bruce.

On the other end of the line, Bruce calmly said, "It's too cold in Joddesdon and Saza. I don't want any delays in the project."

The renovator told me that the heater installation had been paid, and it wasn't a small amount either.

"You shouldn't have, Mr. Harold." I chose my words carefully. "Our air conditioning works just fine."

"I just want Cindy to be more comfortable while working. Why are you rejecting it, Ms. Fisher?" Bruce hummed.

So, he was worried about Cindy getting cold.

Since he put it that way, I had to accept it. "Then let me thank you on everyone's behalf, Mr. Harold."

After hanging up, I sighed softly. Then, when I turned around, I saw Cindy standing behind me.

Our eyes met, and I could see the suspicion in her gaze.

She was the one who broke the silence. "Was that Bruce on the phone, Nance?"

I nodded.

Cindy's frown deepened. Then, she walked over and toyed with the cup in her hands. "In order to mend the relationship between Mrs. Harold and me, I'm sure Bruce had asked for plenty of favors."

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But I didn't respond to her and simply waited for her to continue.

As expected, she continued, saying, "Nance, did Bruce come looking for you at the company last night?"

Her tone was probing yet confident.

I was taken aback by her question.

Then, Cindy added, "Don't get me wrong, Nance. I just happened to see Bruce's GPS log and saw that he was here. But..."

She paused and continued, "My

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guess is that he came to ask for

your help in mediating the

relationship between Mrs. Harold

and me, right?"

What a kind way of putting it.

I, a mere paid worker, had become a noble peacemaker.

I calmly replied, "Actually, Mr. Harold was preparing a surprise for you."

Cindy quirked a brow. "Really?"

I'd been worrying about explaining the heaters to everyone, but now, I had an answer.

"Mr. Harold came to discuss

installing heaters in the studio," I looked Cindy straight in the eye, "to prevent Ms. Lane from getting a cold."

Cindy's gloomy face finally lifted. "Really? Bruce never told me."

"It's a surprise, after all," I said flatly.