A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce) novel Chapter 50

After Cindy left, Caroline immediately approached my table. "I could sense her arrogance from a mile away. She sure does play her part well."

I pinched my brows but didn't say anything.

"What did you give her? She seemed quite happy," she asked.

I told her about the little handbook.

Caroline gave me a thumbs-up. "A timely help indeed. You always seem to have a card up your sleeves. But what if she changes her mind?"

Cindy wasn't dumb. With my prepared guide, getting along with Kate would be a piece of cake. Compared to a small project, Cindy was smart enough to know being the president's wife held more weight.

"Aren't you happy?" Caroline pressed on.

Why wouldn't I be? Judging from Cindy's reaction, it was unlikely that Roeval would withdraw its investment from us.

But the thought of giving away such a good card left me feeling a little resentful. I had hoped to cheat some good money out of it.

"Let's wait for the news," I reassured Caroline. "Maybe we can finally sleep well tonight."

That night, as I returned to my place, I saw Bruce coming from the opposite side.

He was dressed in a navy blue wool suit. Under the moonlight, his tall figure exuded an air of elegance.

I paused and took the initiative to start the conversation. "Are you here to see Ms. Lane?"

I wanted to see if the two had met.

Bruce nodded and walked into the hallway beside me. After a while, he asked, "Were you the one who gave her the guide?"

It seemed they had indeed met.

I told him the truth. "You paid the down payment, Mr. Harold. I had to show some sincerity."

"How considerate," he said calmly, giving no indication of whether it was praise or criticism.

I didn't feign modesty and smiled. "I've always been trustworthy. I'm sure Mr. Harold will understand overtime."

Hearing this, I bit down my discomfort and looked up at Bruce. "We both know how unique the project is, Ms. Harold. There's no need to ruin our relationship over a trivial matter."

"A trivial matter?" Bruce suddenly raised his tone, and a hint of sadness flickered in his cold gaze.

Was my eyes playing tricks on me?

"Excuse me for my poor choice of words," I quickly corrected myself. "What I meant was, once the game goes online, your efforts will surely be rewarded."

After spending so much time with Caroline, I learned to choose the right word.

Bruce scoffed at my words. "Will that day ever come?"

My heart skipped a beat. After a moment of silence, I met the man's unreadable gaze, trying to get a read on him.

Unfortunately, I didn't learn anything.

My voice was barely a whisper. "It will."