Always in Love with You

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.

gentleness he occasionally showed, it

spoke incoherently, "Bruce, Miss. Jean, just ignore me. No, you didn't do anything. Sorry. I said something wrong every time I

Continue what?

What did they do just now? But Rachel said that they

instinctive concealment of her sudden encounter with the indecency

feet a

in this place any longer. She just hoped that the people outside could leave as

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

broke through her

to be still here just now. I made a call, but she disappeared.

of relief. At least, Rachel hadn't told Bruce that she was in the garden house, and she had been eavesdropping

Bruce said in a cold voice mixed with the night wind, which sounded harsh, "but,

really don't know. I will call her to

a different tone. She could imagine how helpless and delicate she was under the cold

voice was trembling like a fallen leaf

her phone to mute when she dialed the number. Luckily, Rachel was not as fast as her.

Or

It was because she did not call at

dialed back, the call was connected. Then she started the time on the mobile screen. However, the music did not ring. She

wind through the microphone, as

was as nervous as

with her, who was hiding

phone call was also busy, so he muttered to himself, "you've been leaving for so long. Where on earth have her been? Who did you call for such

quickly, "Bruce, if you want to know who is on the phone, you can ask her when we find her. If she don't tell you, you can even check

half-smile and half reproachful tone, Bruce said,

shouldn't have

she had worked in a big company.

look at her, she had to be careful. But she had always wanted to work for BA. If