A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce)

I followed behind Bruce and John, timidly entering the president's office.

"Nancy, is black coffee okay?" John asked.

I glanced at Bruce, who was taking off his jacket, before nodding.

Then, only Bruce and I remained in the vast president's office.

Bruce sat in front of his desk, clad in a black shirt, and his long fingers flipped through some documents with precision.

His serious face was now filled with concentration, and he seemed to pretend that I wasn't even there.

It was obvious that he was ignoring me.

But I didn't want to rush things either. Besides, I was there to ask for help, so I had to play the part.

So, I picked up a financial magazine from the coffee table and studied it.

But before I could even finish reading the content page, Bruce spoke, "You seem quite relaxed." As he spoke, his dark eyes remained fixed on the documents in front of him. And although his tone was casual, it dripped with sarcasm.

To be precise, his tone had always been this mocking since my past two encounters with him.

I was already accustomed to it.

I closed the magazine and gently started, "Mr. Harold, I have something I want to explain to you."

Bruce didn't answer, and this usually meant that I could continue with the conversation.

"We were certainly in the wrong to contact Ms. Lane privately. However, we never thought of making things difficult for her." After a moment's pause, I continued, "Plus, the reason we contacted a lawyer was not to oppose you, but..."

Bruce suddenly interrupted me, "Was it not? The information I received was that you intentionally found a lawyer in charge of court cases."

Bruce emphasized on the word "intentionally."

Seeing his gloomy expression, I could only stoop even lower. "It was our fault."

Bruce glanced at me before scoffing. "Why did you come and look for me? Didn't you already have Mr. Irvin as your helper?"

I suddenly didn't know what to say when Douglas was brought up.

After all, Douglas was just looking out for me.

"You were just talking about reaching a compromise with my lawyer. Yet, you found yourself a lawyer right after that.

"Have you always been so two-faced?" Bruce sneered and said the word "two-faced" through gritted teeth.

Of course, couldn't tell him that we

found a lawyer because Cindy was firm on her decision. Thus, I could only concede, "You're right. Our biggest mistake was thinking that you're a narrow-minded person.

"However, when I think about it, you've always been generous, and there's no need for someone as forgiving as you to stoop to our level."

This was something I would

normally say. However, given the urgency of the situation and that I had a bit to drink, it felt easy for me to flatter him. én.swnovels.net

Bruce didn't expect that I would compliment him like that.

After pausing for a few seconds, he awkwardly averted his gaze. Then, while looking at his documents, he said I didn't realize you were so eloquent." én.swnovels.net

His tone was light, and it seemed that he didn't dislike it.

So, I struck when the iron was hot. "I was just telling the truth."

Bruce coughed softly before pressing the button on the landline before him. "Why are you taking so long to make coffee?"

Well, he didn't want to talk to me anymore.

Soon, John came in with the coffee.

"Nancy, here's your black coffee."

I immediately stood up to reach for it. However, I felt a strange weight at the back of my head, and I couldn't control my movements.

And just like that, the cup of coffee spilled onto my chest.

"Be careful!"

And along with this reminder came the sharp sensation of scalding hot coffee meeting my skin.

"How bad is it? Does it hurt?" Bruce's anxious voice rang in my ear.

When I looked up, I saw his slender hands reaching out to my collar and unbuttoning my shirt.

I rushed to stop him, but I accidentally touched his warm palm.

When our skin made contact, my heart skipped a beat.

In the next second, I tried to withdraw my hand, but Bruce was gripping it tightly. "Go out first."