A Love Rekindled

Chapter 22

"Was the snow mountain pretty?"

"How much did you drink?"

He dodged my question.

I turned away gloomily and stared out the car window. Then I heard Bruce say, “Don't say that I didn't warn you. Drop your schemes." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then, I asked, "What schemes?"

He said coldly, "Trying to be sneaky, but you're on the wrong path."

Oh, so he knew. I really couldn't hide anything from him.

I played it cool, "You're right, Mr. Harold. I've always been way off the track."

Right after I said that, the car screeched to a halt and made me lurch forward. It took a moment for me to settle down.

I opened my eyes confusedly, only to find the car stopped. Bruce was staring at me in a way he never had before.

Even his arms holding the steering wheel tightened a bit.

I felt something dangerous in the air.

Before I could say anything, he suddenly leaned over. His fingers brushed over my shoulder, sending chills down my spine in the dim light. A soapy scent filled my senses, and his warm breath was felt upon my face. In a daze, I heard him say, "Nance."

I dreamt of those hands again, tightly gripping onta my waist.

But when I woke up. I was at my place. My head throbbed, and my muscles ached.

Looking down, I saw a bruise under my collarbone, like a deliberate mark. That jolted me awake.

Everything in the dream felt real. But. there was no sign of a man having been in my room

I went to work in a daze. Right as I . walked in; Caroline dragged me into her office. ' ‘Nance, your tactic.‘ worked wonders. Bruce has forgiven us." Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

My heart tightened. "When did this happen?"

‘His assistant called me first thing in the morning. But Bruce also said,if Anika won't adjust the design tothe one > Cindy wants, then we'll still need ta. change the designer.’ ~

That made me feel uneasy. The timing was too coincidental, especially right after what happened last night.

Cindy's voice interrupted my thoughts.

Caroline and I exchanged glances before opening the door.

Cindy handed us a box of macarons, saying softly, "Ms. Whittaker, Nance, I bought these desserts especially for you."

Caroline smiled and said, "Ms. Lane, you're too kind.”

Cindy's eyes sparkled. "Ms. Whittaker, Nance, I mishandled things before, so please don't takett to heart. {Wve already talked it over with Bruce. Moving forward, lets all work-together and achieve — greatness."

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After saying this, she even made a fist pump gesture—playful yet sincere. It was hard to stay mad at her.

But when did she talk to Bruce?

“Nance.” Cindy blinked her big eyes. "I sent you a message last night. Didn't you see it?"

I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. There it was, a message from Cindy. "Nance, Bruce has agreed.”

The message was sent shortly after I left the hillside villa.