A Love Rekindled

Chapter 25

"Sorry," I said sheepishly as Douglas unscrewed a bottle of mineral water for me. "I usually handle alcohol better than this.” Douglas chuckled and jokingly said, "Maybe it was the driver's poor driving skills."

Great, now I felt even more embarrassed.

As I sat back in the car, Douglas pointed at my bracelet. "It's dirty," he said.

I nervously tucked my left hand away, not knowing what to say. He was just trying to remind me, but he didn’t know about the ugly scar beneath the bracelet.

He was right, it was dirty. It had been dirty for a long time now.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of my residential complex.

I thanked Douglas, and as I turned to leave, I felt a jacket being placed over my shoulders.

A faint scent of ambergris reached my nose, and Douglas's gentle voice sounded in my ear. "It's chilly tonight. be careful." I was shivering from the cold wind, so I didn't refuse the jacket.

As I walked to the building entrance, I heard Cindy's sweet voice.

"I'm sorry, Bruce. I was very nervous today. I didn't do well, right?” Cindy's voice sounded apologetic. She seemed to be blaming herself, which made her sound vulnerable and in need of reassurance.

Bruce immediately comforted her, "Don't worry, practice makes perfect. You did great today." His deep, husky voice, combined with his sincere tone, was calming and reassuring. This was the Bruce that Cindy knew.

I couldn't bear to listen any longer, so I headed toward the staircase on the other side. Then I heard Cindy ask, “Bruce, do you want to come up for a drink?"

I looked up at the bright moonlight outside the window. My lips stretched into a forced smile.

This kind of moonlight should be perfect for lovers' soft whispers late into the night.

Perhaps due to the alcohol. I slept soundly that night. So soundly that I didn't even notice when Bruce called It was 10:00 pm yesterday, not long after he had dropped Cindy off.

I massaged my temples and, out of courtesy, sent him a message. "Mr. Harold, what's up?"

To my surprise, Bruce replied instantly. "I misdialed."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

As expected

I clicked my fingers, deleted the message. and went to the bathroom.

Moments later, the notification sounded again. Bruce had sent a short message. "Ms. Fisher is quite busy.”

I don't know what possessed me, but I quickly typed a reply. "Not as busy.as you. Mr. Harold, yout ‘re-the master of time management."

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Bruce didn't reply after that, and the chat was over.

Afterward,t hurriedly packed my things far work. As I glanced at the sofa,I noticed the dark blue suit jacket. It was Douglas’. Content ~

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There was still a lingering scent that smelled faintly of ambergris mixed with another sour smell. It was my fault. I picked up the jacket and took it with me to the company, planning to find a dry cleaner’s.

Unfortunately, before I could locate one, I ran into Bruce, who was there to drop Cindy off.

Cindy wag Wearing a soft, pink knitted sweater paired with a black mini skirt, and a pair of Mary Jane shoes. It exuded an air of youthful vitality. tan

Upon seeing me, Cindy smiled and asked, "Nance, what are you doing?” Her almond-shaped eyes fell on the suit jacket I was holding.

I replied honestly, "I'm looking for a dry cleaner's."

Cindy nodded knowingly and pointed down the road. "There's one at the second corner.” I was about to thank her when she asked curiously. "That suit belongs to Mr. Irvin, right?”

I looked at Cindy quietly and saw her blush as she looked at Bruce. "Nance is so nice to Mr. Irvin. I should learn from her."

I glanced at Bruce, who was standing across from me, and replied with a smile, “Yeah, there's a lot for you to learn."