A Love Rekindled

Chapter 91

Cindy happily put her hands together and said in a sincere tone, "Here is my first wish. I wish that Bruce will continue to stay by my side and that we can celebrate more anniversaries like this in the future."

Upon saying that, she lovingly looked at Bruce, waiting to see his response.

I was also curious to know how he would respond to such a straightforward confession like that.

But instead of reacting, Bruce simply asked, "What's your second wish?"

Cindy froze. Then, she cautiously stated, "If possible, I wish to make peace with Anika, Bruce.”

I became alert at the mention of Anika's name.

Then, I looked up and happened to meet Bruce’s eyes at that moment. his gaze as deep as the sea.

The lighting in this private room was dim. Yet. for some reason, we locked eyes, and it was as if we had chemistry. At the same time, I sensed a hint of mockery and sarcasm in his gaze.

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Then, Bruce turned away from me as Cindy continued, "I know that you care for me. But, look, I'm the happiest woman in the world right now. Can we just let it go?"

Bruce leaned toward Cindy and looked at her. After a short pause, he answered, "I really can't say no to you." His voice was tender. So, it looked like he had agreed to reconcile, just like what Cindy had assured me.

This was a positive outcome. But why didn't it make me feel happy?

Once again, I got to witness how important Cindy was to Bruce.

After the celebration, Douglas proposed a toast to Bruce and Cindy.

"Thank you for your generosity, Bruce and Ms. Lane," he said in a sincere tone. "Let Nancy and I propose a toast to the both of you.” Bruce stared at the glass that Douglas was handing over to him and smiled slightly.

He remarked, "This issue was because of Ms. Fisher's lack in educating her subordinate. How does it have anything to do with you, Mr. Irvin?" Douglas was verbally criticized for no good reason

But my guess was that Bruce was actually intending to come at me.

Hence, I lifted my glass with both my hands and politely said, “You're right, Mr. Harold. I'll take this drink on your behalf.”

Then, without waiting for him to respond, I emptied my glass in a single breath and drank one glass after another.

The wine was Bruce's favorite—Domaine de la Romanée-Conti.

It tasted good, but I wasn't able to stomach it after having too much to drink. So, I excused myself from the private room.

I was retching in the washroom for quite a while before sobering up a little. Then, I walked out of the washroom in a daze.

However, to my surprise, I heard Bruce rebuking someone.

"We were just going to have a simple meal. Why did you have to put upvall these showy things?" His voice was

bitingly cold, and every word.was as

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organizers I'll never work with them! Also, I want you to write a ten-wage selfceflection paper. I will nabaccept anything less than ten pages.”

Organizer? Self-reflection?

Was Bruce dissatisfied about the organization of tonight's decoration and event?

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So, what was Bruce dissatisfied about?

Well, that didn't matter anyway. After all, he was a company president. How could I dream of understanding how his mind worked?

Then, I started making my move to carefully walk away.

But right at that moment, I heard Bruce saying in a low voice, "Ms. Fisher, you seem to have perfected your acting skills.”

I stopped in my tracks and looked toward Bruce.

I noticed that he was leaning against the wall, and his face was hidden in the shadows, barely visible.

I could only see an orange glow coming from the lit cigarette that he held between his fingers.

All of a sudden, I didn't know how to respond.

As I had expected, he had already labeled me as the mastermind of tonight's coincidental meeting. There was no use for me to explain myself. "Yesterday's trick didn't work, so you roped in a helper to take a different approach?" he asked as he walked toward me.

In the next second, he was already towering over me.

"Tell me. Isn't Douglas bothered by what you're doing?”