A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce) novel Chapter 15

When the topic of Facebook came up, I realized that Bruce's displeasure stemmed from me deleting him as a friend. It's already been a few days since that happened. Did he only notice it now?

Oh well, he's still our investor after all. If I addressed the issue directly, it would make me seem small-minded.

I had to find a way out. "Sorry, Mr. Harold. I have too many Facebook contacts and may have deleted you accidentally."

As soon as I finished speaking, Bruce couldn't help but sneer, "Nancy, can't you come up with a better excuse? Why would you care about deleting just one contact?"

Bruce had replied with his usual confidence, as if he had already seen through me.

Out of nowhere, I felt instigated by his confidence. I met his gaze and said, "Exactly, it's just a contact. Why would Mr. Harold care?"

Seeing that Bruce wasn't able to respond immediately, he was clearly taken aback. Neither of us spoke as we stood in the corridor and stared at each other like lunatics.

My fingernails dug deep into my palm as my heart trembled with a slight bitterness.

After a moment, Bruce's expression turned dark. "Nancy, you think too highly of yourself!"

Right afterward, he disappeared into the cold night.

I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. It took me a while to recover, but in the end, I didn't add Bruce back into my contacts.

Emails, work groups, and phone calls—I thought that if Bruce had any work-related instructions, he could use any of these methods to contact me.

Just because of the few words he had said didn't mean that I had to comply like I did back then again. I really didn't want to hear his sarcastic remarks anymore.

However, I still had a restless night despite my decision. In my dream, Bruce decided to seriously withdraw the investment, and I woke up covered in cold sweat. I was unable to sleep again, so I went to the company covered in eyebags.

Unlike my gloomy state, Cindy had a bright smile on her face. She was happily distributing coffee and croissants to other colleagues.

When she saw me coming in, she greeted me with a smile, "Nance, here's your black coffee."

I had a stomach ache just a couple of days ago, so I dared not take coffee anymore. But I couldn't turn down her good intentions, so I replied , "Thank you."

I reached out for the coffee, and in the next second, I heard Vanessa's exclamation, "Wow, a Cartier Love bracelet, and it's the diamond series! It looks great."

Following her gaze, I saw Cindy's rose gold bracelet sparkling on her wrist. The color suited her very well, and made her wrist look even fairer and more delicate.

"Mr. Harold is really generous," Vanessa admired with a sigh, "When will I have a boyfriend like him—who picks me up and drops me off in a Maybach? I can die without regrets then."

Cindy blushed and shyly replied, "You will meet them some day."

I had no interest in joining their gossip and walked toward my desk. Just then, I heard Vanessa say, "Mr. Harold is so romantic. You're both using couple profile pictures together as well. Say, how should singles like us survive?"

The phrase "couple profile pictures" made me pause for a moment. After taking my seat, I secretly opened the workgroup.

On the screen, Bruce's profile picture had changed from the sunset image to a cat wearing a bowtie. It matched the profile image of Cindy's cat with a pink hat. They were quite a fitting pair.

Cindy treated everyone to coffee for two consecutive days, and I also got to enjoy the benefits.

Caroline had just confirmed her schedule on her end and said that she would be returning tomorrow afternoon. This meant that I had to head over to the Roeval Group alone for the project summary report this afternoon.

I was contemplating whether to postpone it for a day when Cindy came over and asked in high spirits, "Nance, what time are we leaving this afternoon?"

I paused for a moment before realizing that she was talking about heading over to the Roeval Group for the project report.

It was quite sudden, but thinking about it, it made sense. After all, she was now the manager of the planning department, and it was legitimate for her to report to the Roeval Group.

So I said, "Around three o'clock."

Cindy agreed happily, "I'll get ready first then."

Just before we left, I realized that Cindy's idea of preparation was meticulously applying light makeup.

Not long after, we arrived at the entrance of the Roeval Group. When the receptionist saw Cindy, she politely addressed her and respectfully led us to the specialized lift.

Her attitude was far from the arrogant tone she had used when Caroline and I first came. As expected, there was a vast difference when someone backed you up.

"Nance, please wait here. I'll be back in a moment." Cindy politely reminded me when we were at the reception.

She then effortlessly entered Bruce's office with confidence. Her actions seemed natural, as if she was heading home, and all I could do was wait here.