As Bruce came closer, I got a clearer view of the agitation in his eyes.
That was an emotion that I had never seen in him before.
And perhaps because I was in a daze from being intoxicated, I also saw an inexplicable hint of grievance in him at that moment.
But he had just celebrated his three-month dating anniversary with Cindy.
What was he curious about?
It looked so ridiculous for him to have his curiosity piqued at this time, even if he was only slightly curious.
Douglas was a kind man, and he didn't deserve to receive any unnecessary hatred.
If it wasn't for his sake, I wouldn't have had any reason to explain myself to Bruce.
"We're just friends," I honestly said. "But I appreciate your concern, Mr. Harold."
Bruce took another step closer to me. "Why do you have to explain yourself?" he asked in an overbearing manner.
"Now that it has come to this, did you think that there was anything that I was still curious about?" he continued in an arrogant voice beside my ear.
I lifted my head and met his dark eyes, and to my surprise, he looked discontented.
I thought to myself that it was probably my own delusion, a misjudgment due to having too much alcohol.
Immediately, I looked away and casually responded, "Weren't you the one who asked about it first, Mr. Harold?"
Under the dim lighting, I saw Bruce twirl the cigarette in his fingers before saying, "You really like to brag, Nancy."
He stepped back.
Then, he coldly clicked his tongue and turned around to leave.
I watched as he walked away.
Then, I gradually uncurled my fingers and breathed a sigh of relief.
Initially, I thought that we'd achieved a perfect outcome that night.
However, I received Anika's resignation letter the next morning.
"I caused so much trouble for you and Caroline. I'm too embarrassed to remain here."
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