A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce) novel Chapter 6

I could see the displeasure in Bruce's eyes when he neared us.

"Care to explain, Ms. Fisher?" He asked, all business-like.

Cindy hurriedly explained, "It's nothing to do with Nance, Bruce. I'm just too dumb."

She looked like she was blaming herself.

"Wait for me in the car," Bruce said gently, as if consoling her.

Cindy turned to me as if waiting for my instruction, amusing me greatly.

She had no need to listen to my instructions when her sugar daddy was right there.

Bruce said again when Cindy didn't move, "Be good."

Only then did Cindy obediently clear her things and leave the office.

Bruce then made me go to Cindy's office. He stood with his back to me as he examined the office before finally looking at me. "Haven't you bought an air purifier yet?"

How considerate of him.

I said quietly, "The store will have it delivered tomorrow."

Bruce said nothing momentarily as he tapped his fingers on the desk.

He then said, "Cindy isn't like you. She was only able to be enrolled in Nicox University because of their quota requirement. Don't expect too much from her."

Expect too much? All it took was a simple front-end code for Bruce to deem as high expectations?

Fine. He was the sugar daddy here, after all.

I paused for a moment before responding, "Then how should I delegate tasks to Ms. Lane from now on, Mr. Harold?"

Bruce met my gaze and said sternly, "Make sure what happened today never happens again."

His firm tone and gaze made me realize this was the extent he would go to when he was protective of someone.

As pain lanced through my chest, I heard my voice say, "As you wish, Mr. Harold."

It was 8:00 pm by the time Bruce left. David was still in the office, and when he saw me sitting in my cubicle unmoving, he asked gently, "Are you unwell, Nance?"

"No."

"But you look terrible. Why don't I drive you to the hospital?"

I waved my hand. "I think I'm just hungry. You can go home first."

David looked at me, hesitating to speak. He'd witnessed my conversation with Bruce earlier.

After giving it some thought, I said, "I'm fine, really. Why don't you go back and get some rest?"

Only then did David leave.

I sat silently for a moment before switching on my laptop. As I tried to code, my thoughts got more and more complicated.

Past memories resurfaced within me, suffocating my heart and making it hard to breathe.

Perhaps to Bruce, our six years—more than two thousand days—spent together meant less than the little bit of grievance Cindy suffered.

I coded the entire night before taking the time to edit everything. If our progress was fast, we'd be able to finish the game code in three months. I just needed to work a little harder.

Cindy panicked when she saw me brushing my teeth in the pantry. "Were you here the whole night, Nancy?"

I replied calmly, "I had to spend some extra time fixing some faulty code."

Cindy looked sympathetic. "You work too hard. Wait here, I'll give you some of the granola bars Bruce sent me."

She then ran off like a sly little rabbit.

How heartless of Cindy to pretend what happened yesterday didn't transpire.