Chapter 129: Women Know Women Best

Hilla’s body was cold and Bruce’s arm tightened.

They lay on the bed in each other’s arms. They were asleep in the quiet room.

It was harmonious and peaceful in the room.

It was not until the afternoon that they woke up. Hilla had slept well since the morning as if there was a warm and thick cloud embracing her. She felt very comfortable.

“My arm is numb because of your head.”

Bruce’s low voice came from above her head. It was a bit hoarse but sexy.

Hilla rolled to the side obediently. But in the next second, she rolled back. Bruce groaned.

Hilla raised her head and arranged her messy hair. Her big bright eyes were wide open. She looked at Bruce, who was covering his eyes with arms. He was so tired that couldn’t open his eyes.

She shouted in surprise, “Bruce, you’re back!

“You are really back!

“Am I dreaming? Are you a fake Bruce? Are you kidding me?”

Then Hilla hugged his head and squeezed his face with her hands. “Bruce, you’re back.”

Then, she kissed him on the lips and threw herself into his arms.

Bruce was fully awake by her movements, though he hadn’t slept the entire night. He tilted his head and smiled, “You don’t mind that I haven’t brushed my teeth?”

Hilla whispered, “It is afternoon now.”

He was ridiculous. He couldn’t kiss her in the morning but could do so in the afternoon.

“I like it. Do you have any objections?”

She seldom kissed him. But she was even ridiculed by him. Hilla raised his delicate face and pretended to be aggressive.

Bruce looked at her flushed cheeks and frowned slightly. He placed his palm on her forehead and said seriously, “You have a fever.”

“Impossible. Don’t change the topic.”

Bruce sat up with her in his arms and wrapped the quilt around her. He said, “Don’t move. I’ll call Horton over.”

Looking at Bruce moving, Hilla tilted her head and shook her body. Was she

dreaming? Bruce really came back.

She felt that her body was sore and heavy. She had no strength at all. Was she really sick?

Bruce returned quickly with a cup of water and pills in his hand. “Take the medicine.”

“Bruce, when did you come back? Why not tell me?”

She felt a little dazed as she raised her head. She was really sick.

She had planned to pick up him and made good preparations for it.

Thinking of the Apple of the Eye and the Holt’s mansion, Hilla sniffed and swallowed the pills with water.

“It was morning when I came back. But you usually get up late in the morning.”

Bruce tucked Hilla in and said, “Have some sleep.”

“You’re right. If it is dark outside, I might not be able to get up. But why don’t you take a day flight? By the way, you said that the matter over there hadn’t been addressed yet and that it would take a few more days?”

Hilla knew about his situation. Bruce told her the truth and she wasn’t angry with it.

Lying on the bed, she grabbed the quilt with her hands like an obedient baby. Her eyes were fixed on Bruce.

“I miss you and want to see you.”

Bruce took off his clothes and turned to give her a smile.

Hilla blushed and pulled the quilt over her face. She said in a low voice, “You’re starting to flirt with me again.”

She was sick and needed to calm down. But he messed up her heart.

Bruce took off his suit and shirt when he saw that Hilla had covered her eyes. His back was covered with a bandage. There was a lot of blood on it.

Bruce put on his sleeping robe quickly. He looked at Hilla when she was still hidden in the quilt and was too shy to come out. He said in a low voice, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Hilla stuck her head out when she heard the sound of the bathroom door closing. She muttered with her red face, “I have slept for a long time. I can’t sleep at all.”

Tonight, would they…

At the thought of those indescribable scenes, Hilla hid her head into the quilt.

“You are twenty-one years old, Hilla. You have to be reserved!” she thought.

When Bruce came out of the shower, Horton had arrived. Although he was a little surprised by Bruce who suddenly rushed back from abroad, he still checked Hilla

carefully.

“She has a cold and will be fine tomorrow if she has a sound sleep tonight.”

Hilla listened on the bed and her heart beat rapidly. Horton was really unromantic.

Absence made the heart grow fonder. But he told her to have a good sleep tonight. Would she do so?

Bruce nodded and said seriously, “Come to the study room with me. I have something to talk about with you.”

Then they went to the study room next door. Hilla was stunned. She was a sick baby! Inside the study room.

When Horton saw the wound on Bruce’s back, he was shocked. “Why are you injured?”

“When we arrived in Africa, there was a riot. I was hurt by accident.”

Horton nodded. Fortunately, it was not life-threatening. No wonder Bruce said that he would come back a few days later. He was afraid that Hilla would be worried about it. But why did he suddenly come back in advance?

“The wound was treated in time, and it recovered well.”

Bruce nodded. There was no need for him to say this. “I can’t put the medicine on the wound, so I have to trouble you.”

The wound was on his back. He had tried in the bathroom but failed. He had to recover faster.

Horton agreed with it. He would like to have dinner here.

“I want to know why you have a nosebleed when you are injured.”

Horton was curious. Bruce smiled and said, “I’m strong.”

“OK, you are strong. You were the strongest.” Horton thought in his mind.

Then a text message came.

Bruce glanced at it. Then he got up, took the buttons, and strode out. “Now you can leave.”

“What do you mean? You are so cold. We are relatives. You should let me have a meal.”

Then he suddenly realized, “You are crazy. Why are you sending messages at home?”

Public display of affection?

…

Bruce quickly returned to his room and looked at Hilla, who was sitting huddled up on the bed, nervously saying, “What’s the matter?”

Was Horton’s medical skill useful or not? He said that she would get better after taking an antipyretic medicine and getting some sleep. But why was Hilla trembling?

Hilla looked up with her red face hidden between her legs. Her eyes were watery.

When she saw Bruce come over, she fell into his arms.

She was too sad and needed a break.

“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with you? Having a headache? Or is your stomach hurting?”

Hilla nodded and then shook her head.

Bruce frowned. He was even more nervous. Was she in pain or not?

“Let me call Horton back.”

He was not a doctor. It seemed that he still had to find Horton. He finally thought of Horton.

Bruce was to get up, but Hilla hugged him even tighter. She looked up and said pitifully, “Bruce, I am on my period.”

“Huh?”

Bruce was stunned. Finally, in his mind, he found the keywords of the period in various plots of novels. He immediately felt relieved.

It seemed that he wouldn’t be too hard at night.

“Bruce, will you blame me? Will you be angry and dislike me?”

How could she have her period on the first day of Bruce’s return? Couldn’t it be a day late? No, a week?

She had been looking forward to Bruce’s back. Why didn’t her period arrive on time?

The more she thought about it, the angrier and sadder she became.

She could only hang onto Bruce, like a panting salt fish.

“I won’t. Be good and have a good rest.”

Then, he touched her forehead. As expected, her fever had started to subside.

“I can’t rest. I don’t have sanitary napkins at home. Get some for me!”

Moving to Lakeshore Center was too hasty for them. All their stuff was in the Anderson’s. What was more, Halle had come on the first day she came. She had never thought of buying her daily necessities, and Halle did not need this at all.

Bruce was embarrassed and his handsome face was filled with rejection.

But he still said, “Alright.

“Rest first and wait here obediently.”

After that, Hilla let go of her hands, and Bruce felt better in his neck and took a

breath…

He left the room, but did not hurry downstairs. Instead, he knocked on the door of the other room.

As soon as Margaret opened the door, she saw her brother standing at the door, holding a bank card in his hand. He spoke in a very cold, ruthless, and unreasonable tone.

“Two months’ pocket money. Hilla’s period is coming. Go get her some sanitary napkins. The more, the better!”

Margaret was stunned for a second, then she quickly took the bank card from Bruce’s hand and nodded solemnly, “Alright, leave it to me. I will get the job done.”

With that, she quickly ran into her bedroom. After coming out, she held a sanitary napkin over her head with both hands.

She said solemnly, “I don’t have much in stock. This is a gift for Hilla to use temporarily. A large amount of supplies will arrive soon. I am sure that Hilla will like them!”

Bruce looked at the pink bag in front of him, and then he put on a long face, taking it up and leaving.

Looking at her brother’s tall and straight back, Margaret smiled brightly. She held up her bank card in the air, looking so excited.

“Who … brought you to my side? It’s … the round moon and the gurgling mountain spring…

“You are the petal with the dew on. The petal. Put you sweetly in my pocket!”

Margaret was so excited and sang.

Bruce stood at the door and said in a low voice, “Send it to my room in half an hour.”

With that, he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he said in an extremely disgusted tone, “Sorcerer’s dance. Don’t do it again. You are like a lunatic!”

Margaret still kept twisting her ass. She waited for his brother to leave with her stiff body before she finally got her waist back.

She angrily snorted at the door, “Old men born in the 1980s have no fun.”

She had such a graceful dance, but he said that it was like the sorcerer’s dance.

Just walking down the corridor, Bruce, an old man with excellent hearing in 1989, pressed his chest.

He wanted to go back to teach her a lesson.

Bruce didn’t come to Hilla’s room, but Margaret came in with five boxes of sanitary napkins.

“Hilla, don’t worry. I’ve already prepared all the good brands for you. You don’t need to worry. There is no difficulty in making a choice.”

“It doesn’t matter if you want it for day or night, thick or thin, winged or wingless, stretched or extremely long. I am very considerate. I assure you.”

Hilla was in a trance and almost fell off the bed. She trembled and asked, “Margaret, tell me, has the Anderson Group gone bankrupt? You are not the rich young lady, but selling sanitary napkins?

“Where’s Bruce? Why isn’t he here? Where did he go?”

Not only did she have a stomachache, but she was also a little flustered. She wouldn’t recover until she saw Bruce.

“My brother doesn’t understand these things. He’s a man. How could he know it like we women do? Only women know women best.”

Margaret pulled Hilla, blinking with her charming eyes. She smiled creepily.

Hilla shivered and touched her forehead. Then she touched Margaret’s forehead and asked, “Am I having a fever or are you having a fever?”

Why was the brain suddenly out of whack?

Margaret was completely immersed in the joy brought by the bank amount. She shook her head, “Your fever is gone. I don’t have a fever. We are the same now.”

Hilla said, “No, we are different. We are totally different!”

“Hilla, use one first.”

“Margaret. Tell me where Bruce is first. Why isn’t he here?”

It was getting dark. Bruce should be home now.

Hilla thought, “Bruce, hurry up and take your sister away. She is sick. She will bite me.”

“My brother just went out. There seems to be an emergency at work, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t need this thing. You got the wrong guy to call my brother for advice. Why don’t you ask Halle to come up and we can choose together? Don’t you like any of them? What brand did you use before?”

Hilla shook her head. She thought, “Don’t call my sister up. I am afraid of scaring my sister into having a miscarriage.”

Hilla grabbed the bag in Margaret’s hand and said nervously, “This is enough. You can take the rest back.”

Keeping five boxes of sanitary napkins in the room, Hilla was afraid that she would

bleed much!

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