Always in Love with You novel Chapter 62

On a wooden bench outside the garden house, Bruce squatted down and helped her rub Miss. Jean' s sprained ankle. The lights in the yard reflected in his deep eyes, and he looked empty and mysterious.

"Miss. Jean, I'll keep that in mind and never forget."

She lowered her body slightly, and her slender, white finger touched the back of his hand. The move was like touching the wound, but it accidentally touched him.

As his hand slid to the other side, he was much closer to her. Suddenly, he felt some cold water drop on his warm skin. He looked up at her with a hint of pity in his eyes. "Jean, did you cry? Does it hurt? "

Miss. Jean grabbed his hand and tears streamed down her beautiful face. She asked stubbornly, "brother Bruce, do you really love me?"

He grabbed her wrist and put it on the chair, so hard that she couldn't resist. But his face was full of tenderness. He gave her a doting smile and said, "Miss. Jean, you are my favorite sister."

Jean crazily waved her hands and shouted excitedly, "Bruce, I don't want to be your sister. I, for so many years, you should know my feelings for you. I like you, you and auntie like me. Why did you refuse a blind date? "

As he rested one of his hands on the bench, he cast a sharp and narrow glance at her and found that her face flushed all of a sudden. He said in a cold and calm voice, "Miss. Jean, a blind date is arranged for those unmarried men and women who you have never seen before. But we have been with each other from childhood to adulthood. We know each other well. Is it necessary for us to go on a blind date? "

"Bruce, I didn't mean the blind date! As you know, a blind date is not for making the man and the woman know each other, but for...... "

But what? Polly held her breath and tried to curl up in the dense branches and leaves. Although she knew that the people outside didn't know she was here as long as she didn't make any sound, she still felt scared.

It was the first time that she had eavesdropped on somebody else's conversation, and it was done by Bruce and Miss. Jean.

At this moment, a girl's scream came into his ears. In a panic, she apologized, "I'm sorry, Bruce, Miss. Jean. I, i..."

It was Rachel who came back. Why was she so rash? She had offended Bruce and Miss. Jean, so Bruce certainly wouldn't blame her. But, if she did, Miss. Jean would hate her and probably take revenge on her.

Besides, Polly was at a loss. If they went on talking, would she hear what she wanted to hear? She was shocked by her thought.

What would she like to hear? Even if he said no to her, that was not for her.

Bruce was a man of decision. He would never change his mind once he had made a decision. He would not change his mind once he knew that Jean cried. The truth was that he couldn't bear it, and he didn't want to disappoint Jean.

She had to bear in mind every moment that the man stayed with her because he was a gay. He cannot give Jean things that a normal man can give his wife. He had to get married and have children, and he could take her as the mission to complete.

As for the gentleness he occasionally showed, it might be due to guilt.

Still in panic, Rachel spoke incoherently, "Bruce, Miss. Jean, just ignore me. No, you didn't do anything. Sorry. I said something wrong every time I was nervous. I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry. You may continue. I should go now. "

Continue what?

Looking at their interaction, Polly couldn't help but feel confused. What did they do just now? But Rachel said that they did nothing. Since they did nothing, why was she so nervous?

It was nothing more than the instinctive concealment of her sudden encounter with the indecency of the two men.

The prolonged time of lying on the ground made her feel a little dizzy and her feet a little numb. She held the wall of the garden house and stood up bit by bit.

She really couldn't stay in this place any longer. She just hoped that the people outside could leave as soon as possible.

A sound of running came from outside. It sounded like someone's voice. It was likely that Rachel had escaped.

"But, wait!" Bruce's magnetic voice broke through her beating heart. "Haven't Polly been with you?"

"Dear Polly. She... She seemed to be still here just now. I made a call, but she disappeared. Don't worry, Bruce. I'll go and find her. "

Hearing that, Polly breathed a sigh of relief. At least, Rachel hadn't told Bruce that she was in the garden house, and she had been eavesdropping on him chatting with Miss. Jean.

However, the next moment, Bruce said in a cold voice mixed with the night wind, which sounded harsh, "but, you said Polly right here? Where is she? "

"I, I really don't know. I will call her to try!"

Rachel asked in a different tone. She could imagine how helpless and delicate she was under the cold gaze of Bruce.

"What's the number of Polly?" Her voice was trembling like a fallen leaf waving in the cold wind.