Chapter 112: The Annoying Couple

Bruce was carrying a gun, and his chiseled features were flushed by the flames.

He looked haughty with a cold face, and every movement was like that of a noble prince.

Like he was in control of the situation in such a harsh condition.

Hilla looked at Bruce in a daze. She was shocked not because of how handsome he was, but because of the two shots, he had fired just now. He had actually hit them in their heads.

It was as fast as two shots firing at the same time, with this high-level accuracy.

Although Hilla believed that she would not be a burden to Bruce in this game, she

did not expect Bruce’s skill…

Thinking back to the ten shots he fired with her hand in the shooting range, she really knew very little about him.

She had been teasing Bruce about his ability to survive in the wild, but now she believed that he could really protect her.

“M-Mr. Anderson, I didn’t know this was your food. We just followed the light of fire…”

Patrick had not finished. He looked at the figure approaching from the grass while he squatted precariously on the ground.

“Hilla, w-why are you here? Did you shoot the gun just now?”

When Patrick saw Hilla, he was about to jump up from the ground, but suddenly a gun was pointed at his head. “Blank shells can’t kill you, but I think it’s ok to give you a souvenir.”

Bruce said in a low voice and his eyes grew sharp.

Knowing that Patrick and Hilla knew each other made him uncomfortable. He should have gone up behind him and beaten him up.

“Mr. Anderson, please calm down.”

“How am I supposed to calm down when you scold my wife?”

His wife?

Patrick looked up at Hilla, and then at Bruce. Suddenly his eyes widened and he pointed at Hilla and said, “You, you are Mr. Anderson’s wife?”

When Margaret returned home, the Andersons threw a great dinner party for her. Patrick attended the party, but at that time Bruce was still in a vegetative state and his wife didn’t matter to Patrick.

Because no one believed that Bruce would wake up again, much less that he could control the Anderson Group one more time.

No wonder he saw Hilla in the Anderson garden that day. He thought she had been brought in, but the truth was… By that time Hilla had moved into the Andersons’ house.

“Impossible! The Holt family went bankrupt, how can Hilla deserve…”

The woman at the side finally couldn’t help but shout. Her eyes were filled with disbelief. Cercei didn’t believe it. Even if the Holt family went bankrupt, Hilla would still be able to live better than her.

The Anderson family of River City, the head of the four great families, was in a slump during Bruce’s six-month coma, but the foundation remained solid.

Cercei couldn’t help but compare herself with Hilla since she was a child. Finally, the Holt family went bankrupt and Hilla became useless. She thought she had won.

Hilla was really nothing to her. A nobody.

Cercei stood rooted to the ground in a daze, her mind filled with images of Hilla when she had walked brokenly out of the Holt’s mansion.

Only half a year later, Hilla had reached a position she could never reach.

Cercei was unwilling and did not want to believe.

“Deserve what? The Holt family is bankrupt and not worthy of the Anderson family, right? Why? You think you are worthy?”

Hilla’s eyes became sharp instantly. The way she looked at Cercei was as sharp as a sword.

Cercei seemed to have her throat cut in an instant. She opened her mouth and said in a hoarse voice, “I didn’t.”

Although the voice was not loud, it seemed to give Cercei a bit of courage. She raised her head and met Hilla’s gaze. “How did you become Mrs. Anderson? You must have taken advantage of Mr. Anderson’s illness.”

Cercei was not stupid. They all knew Bruce had been in a vegetative coma for six months, but the Anderson Group had kept it a secret to stabilize the stock market.

How could the Andersons agree to a girl from a bankrupt family like the Holt family as their son’s wife, unless the Andersons didn’t know when Bruce would wake up and found him a proper nanny?

The more Cercei thought about it, the more she felt that Hilla was nothing more than a servant of the Anderson family, with a pitiful and ridiculous status.

The Andersons had never officially announced Bruce’s marriage. Today, Bruce protected her just to protect the reputation of his family.

Cercei had just thought it through, but before she could taunt Hilla, the staff arrived and took the two away.

As for the supplies they left, Hilla glanced at them and threw them into the grass.

How could she expect stupid people to bring anything good?

Once the two were gone and they were left alone, Bruce scanned the place, sat down by the fire, reached into his pocket, and took two dark potatoes.

Hilla held one and took a bite. It was choking, but it could save her from starvation. Potatoes were also the most anti-hungry. With these potatoes, tomorrow would be much better after tonight.

“They just came from the direction of M5. There is a river beyond the forest there. There should be few people, so it will be safer. We will go there tomorrow.”

While eating the potatoes, Hilla carefully examined the map in her hand.

With the light of the fire, the sign would flicker from time to time.

Hilla finally looked up when she sensed a light that was harder to ignore than the firelight in front of her.

Bruce sat next to her, staring at her quietly with his deep dark eyes, and Hilla heard the throbbing sound of her chest, so strong and powerful.

She seemed to be attracted by the man in front of her and froze in place for a while. Only then she lowered her head and whispered, “Is there anything on my face?”

Hilla secretly wiped her cheeks and chin, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, feeling guilty and nervous.

Overhead there was the sound of a cable car humming past, and over the sky, there was cable after cable, like a big net woven over people’s heads.

Bruce did not take his eyes off Hilla’s lips, and the red tip of her tongue caught all his attention.

He actually felt his mouth dry. He reached for Hilla, ran his warm fingers through her soft lips, and whispered, “Dirt.”

Hilla screamed.

She was stunned. Women cared most about their appearance. She couldn’t be looking slovenly.

Hilla unconsciously reached out and wiped her hand. “Is it clean now?” she asked again.

“You can’t clean it like that.”

Bruce’s gaze fell on the red lips that he had been staring at for a long time. Before Hilla spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her gently!

…

A soft feeling slowly spread from her lips.

Sitting on the ground in a daze, Hilla felt the hand at the back of her head gripping her. Her mind suddenly fell apart and became blank.

The tip of Bruce’s tongue brushed across her lips. Then he smiled and said, “It’s clean now.”

Hilla didn’t need to look in the mirror to know that her face must be flushed.

Nervously, Hilla held her hands tightly on her dress. Looking up, she saw the cable car passing by and suddenly said, “How to pass the night tonight?”

There was no place to rest and no tents. Even if there were, they would not dare to live here. After all, although this was not a real battlefield, there were at least thirty fixed enemies.

What if they were blindsided at night?

Moreover, without sneak attacks, even if they lit a fire on such a cold night, it wouldn’t be easy to stay overnight.

Hilla was so focused on how to pass the night safely that she completely ignored how ambiguous her words were.

It wasn’t until she looked down and saw Bruce staring at her with dark, unblinking eyes that Hilla seemed to notice.

What did she just say?

Hilla quickly covered her face, feeling so embarrassed.

It’s no use crying over spilled milk, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became and the more she wanted to stamp her foot. It almost annoyed her to death.

She was a pure girl, why did she talk to a man about passing the night?

Although this man was her husband, they had not… She felt extremely embarrassed.

In contrast to Hilla’s shyness and irritation, Bruce was smiling, calm and tranquil, and even playful.

“There are only us here. How do you think we’re going to pass the night?”

Hilla blushed and quickly retorted, “How would I know? I haven’t passed a night with a man.”

These words instantly pleased Bruce. The smile on his handsome face became even more unbridled.

“Then tonight we are going to…”

“We are going to take turns on night duty, me for the first half, and you for the last.”

Hilla said quickly, as if she said anything slower, Bruce would say something shocking and take advantage of her.

Then Hilla sat down in front of the fire and kept adding wood until she made it so hot that she almost burned her hand.

Bruce quickly pulled her away from the fire and said in a low voice, “Do you want to burn yourself?”

“I am not a chicken. Can I turn into a roasted chicken to eat?”

Hilla’s whispered voice, though not clearly articulated, was still easy for Bruce to hear.

“Even if you’re a roasted chicken, you can’t let me eat you so easily.”

“What?”

Hilla was stunned. Did she hear it wrong?

It sounded like Bruce wanted to eat her. He really thought she was food?

“We’ll pass the night there.”

Bruce pulled Hilla up and pointed in the direction above him.

There were only a few twinkling stars in the vast sky. They were separated by the cables above their heads. The sky was not dark blue. On the contrary, it appeared exceptionally bright.

Hilla blinked and asked, with a slight hesitation, “Above us?”

Bruce would bring her to heaven? Although she believed that he could send a private plane over with a phone call, wasn’t this too dramatic? Wasn’t he the one who brought her here?

“You want to take me to heaven?”

Hilla felt her voice tremble. Did Bruce drink too much tequila and lose his mind?

Bruce chuckled. Hilla had clearly been fascinated by his heroic performance from the two shots. As long as he acted manlier, Hilla would definitely love him more.

“Bruce, let’s stay here for the night.”

After this game was over, she had to quickly send Bruce back to the Anderson’s and ask Horton to check his brain.

Why did she feel that the Bruce recently, from the inside to the outside, not seemed to be himself?

“Wait a minute!”

Bruce turned around and glanced at the huge tree behind him. Then he had nimbly climbed up the tree.

As Hilla watched Bruce climb the tree, she suddenly felt as if she had married a

monkey, a really big monkey.

“Be careful!”

Hilla frowned, afraid Bruce would fall out of the tree. What if he broke his head?

Bruce beckoned to Hilla under the tree. “Help me throw the backpack up.”

Hilla nodded and picked up the heavy backpack. She couldn’t help but frown.

What did Bruce put inside? Why was it heavier than hers?

She couldn’t throw it herself, but fortunately, Hilla took a rope when she was choosing tools.

After tying up the bag, she threw one end of the rope up.

It would be better for Bruce to pull it up instead of asking her to throw it up.

Hilla couldn’t figure out what Bruce was doing, so she watched him fidgeting with his gun and taking a rock climbing to hook out of his backpack.

“He took so long to pick a weapon before he came in, because he picked this weirdo stuff?” Hilla thought.

This was a battle in the forest area, not a climbing competition. Why did Bruce take a professional rock climbing hook?

There was a dull glide of a wire overhead, and then a wire above them began to quiver slightly.

Somewhere someone else had been out or triggered some game plot here. A cable car had started approaching slowly to where they were.

Hilla suddenly understood what Bruce was going to do. She turned around and hid herself in the grass with a gun.

Soon overhead, a cable car was approaching them. Hilla took quick aim and began firing quickly as the cable car approached the tree where Bruce was.

The blank bullets would do no harm to the cable car at all, but such a sudden accident would make the staff stop and take a look.

After a few shots, the cable car stopped. In the dark night sky, the cable car was lit with bright lights. The staff poked his head out and shouted, “Who? Who did this?”

No one could shoot a staff member even in a live-action shooter game.

As soon as the staff finished speaking, came another sound, as if the cable car was attacked again by something.

In the dark night, Bruce quickly climbed up the rope. The staff member was stunned, “W-what are you doing?”

Bruce ignored him and dropped the rope to let Hilla climb up.

“Who told you to come up?” Looking at the couple, the staff immediately got angry

and was about to curse. But suddenly he was held at gunpoint on the forehead. “Get off!”

The staff member asked, “What did you say?”

“If you don’t want to get off, I’ll push you down.”

He would have been crippled if he had been pushed. The staff shuddered and slid down the trail before Bruce spoke.

Soon he saw his cable car, sliding slowly overhead, away from him.

The staff member cursed in his heart, “What an annoying couple!”

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