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.

for the gentleness he occasionally showed, it might be

I said something wrong every time I was nervous. I'm

Continue what?

just now? But Rachel said that they did nothing. Since they did nothing, why was she

nothing more than the instinctive concealment of her

and her feet a little numb. She held the wall of the garden house

place any longer. She just hoped that the people

running came from outside. It sounded like someone's voice. It was likely that

her beating

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

that she was in the garden house, and she had been

the night wind, which sounded harsh, "but, you said Polly right here?

don't know. I will call

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

the number of Polly?" Her voice was trembling like

dialed the number. Luckily, Rachel was not as fast as her.

on the phone! Or you can call her yourself.

call. It was because she did not call at all. He had just reminded

soon as she dialed back, the call was connected. Then she started the time on the mobile screen. However, the music

the whistling wind through the microphone, as if there was a quick gasp. Her heart was beating

she was as nervous

her, who was hiding in the dark, Rachel was more frightened. If it was her,

perhaps her phone call was also busy, so he muttered to himself, "you've been leaving for so long. Where

Rachel changed her tone and said to Bruce 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

and half reproachful tone, Bruce said, "you're talking nonsense. Why should I peep at

shouldn't have said that. Hahaha...

was sensitive and considerate after all she had worked in a big company. She unlocked her

be careful. But she had always wanted to work