A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce) novel Chapter 13

In the office, Bruce sat across from me and said straightforwardly, "Isn’t this a bit too much?"

His voice was calm, but his overbearing posture felt like an invisible hand tightly gripping my heart.

I wondered just how urgent he felt the situation was. He came all the way in person from Roeval Group just to defend Cindy.

I took a deep breath and replied flatly, "Please enlighten me, Mr. Harold."

Bruce glanced at me and said seriously, "It's just a small mistake. A good team should allow its members to make minor mistakes, especially when she hasn't even graduated yet."

A small mistake, he said. I forced a smile, realizing that the effort we put in over a month was considered a minor mistake in his eyes.

I suddenly recalled the time I accidentally shrunk his sweater while washing it for him a long time ago. He ignored me for a whole week because of that.

Seeing that I remained silent, Bruce continued, "I'll arrange for her to attend a workshop. And you, Nancy, have a bit more patience with her."

I raised my head upon hearing his words. I wanted to say something but my throat felt like it was glued shut.

I couldn't utter a word.

A person who had been with him for over six years—was requested for patience.

"Any objections?" Bruce asked.

I suppressed the discomfort in my chest and replied calmly, "Mr. Harold is indeed considerate. I have to admit that I can't compare."

"Doesn't seem like it," he said, fixing his eyes on my face. "Is Ms. Fisher dissatisfied with how I handled this?"

He seemed like a judge in court. Although he had already sentenced us, he still asked if the convict was satisfied with the verdict.

Thinking about the hard-won investment, I met Bruce's gaze and politely replied with a hint of detachment, "No, there’s nothing wrong."

Bruce's eyelashes trembled slightly. After a sarcastic laugh, he immediately stood up and left. I involuntarily sent him off to the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, I urgently leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

There was a bitter taste in my mouth, as if I had swallowed something foul.

Not long after, Cindy sent me a message saying she would try her best and not let me and Bruce down. I closed the conversation and continued coding.

The next day, Cindy did as she said she would. She was studying diligently and even worked overtime, breaking her usual pattern. Yet again, I was amazed by the power of love.

At nine in the evening, my stomach began to growl. I picked up my sandwich on the table and headed to the pantry.

As I was about to unwrap the sandwich, there was a commotion near the entrance. I looked up, thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me.

Bruce was standing at the doorway, holding an exquisite lunch box from Rico Restaurant. Compared to the sandwich in my hands, the difference was stark.

Our eyes met, and I heard him asking, "Where's Cindy?"

Upon hearing his voice, Cindy came out of the office joyfully. "Bruce, I told you not to come! Aren't you busy at work?"

Bruce smiled and responded warmly, "You must be hungry. Have some first."

“Well, I do feel a bit hungry." As she finished her words, she took Bruce into the office.

After a few steps, however, she turned around to look at me. Her gaze fell on the sandwich in my hands.

"Nance, this isn’t healthy for you. Want to join us?" she asked.

She meant well, but my heart couldn't help but tighten a little. The sandwich in my hands suddenly didn't look as appetizing.

Unsure where the defiance came from, I blurted out, "It's fine. My stomach isn't that precious."

Hearing this, Cindy's smile stiffened. She lowered her gaze, looking like a wounded kitten.