Chapter 207: What’s the Point of Him Moving Back?

With a good mood and a good appetite, Hilla ate two bowls of rice and prepared to add a third bowl.

“Don’t eat anymore!”

Bruce frowned. If she ate more, she would probably suffer from stomach aches at night.

“Only one more bowl of noodles! The dishes are so delicious. I couldn’t help eating a lot,” Hilla said with a flattering smile.

But Bruce ignored her. He put the bowl at the corner of the table and whispered, “You ate too much.”

“Bruce, are you bankrupt?”

Hilla leaned over and asked quietly. As expected, Bruce rolled his eyes at her.

His voice was deep. “Even if I go bankrupt, I could also support you.”

“Mr. Anderson, you don’t let your wife eat her fill. If this gets out, people will laugh at you.”

Hilla pursed her lips with a sly light in her eyes. Bruce met her gaze and smiled.

“Mrs. Anderson suffered stomach illness because she ate too much. Do you think what will people think of you?”

Good, you won!

She preferred not to eat her fill rather than being laughed at by others.

Hilla snorted coldly, “Fine, I won’t eat anymore. I save rice for you.”

After that, she walked up the stairs in a huff. Halfway there, she turned around and said, “I have to intently design these two days and can’t be disturbed. Could you sleep in the study room for a few days? You are busy with work anyway.”

He could sleep there when he finished his work. He didn’t even need to walk.

Bruce stared at the food left on the table and frowned. He should add two more dishes tomorrow.

Hilla locked herself in the bedroom and intently designed. She had only two days to design. She looked at the white paper in front of her, but her mind was blank.

Carlie looked very beautiful and ethereal. It was probably related to her aloofness.

Her smile even showed a sense of distance.

Too flamboyant clothes could not show her beauty, and too elegant design would make her look even more aloof.

The aloof beauty also could be gorgeous.

Hilla held her chin. Her mind was full of Carlie’s tall and aloof figure.

She was beautiful, mysterious, calm, and reserved, making people infatuated with her.

There was a knock at the door. Hilla didn’t look up and answered, “Mr. Anderson, I don’t have time to entertain you today. You’d better go to others.”

Bruce was speechless.

He felt like he was like an unwelcome guest who had been thrown out.

For the first time, Mr. Anderson felt that money might be useless. Even if he had money, he couldn’t get his wife to allow him to sleep in the bedroom.

Hilla thought that it should be easy for her to design a dress for the beauty like Carlie. However, she finally found it harder to design a dress for the woman who was too beautiful.

She hoped that her design could make the beauty more beautiful and was not just a simple foil. She wanted her design to be eye-catching on the red carpet.

Hilla got a sleepless night and was woken up by Bruce’s knocking the next day.

Bruce’s gaze fell on her clothes from last night and he frowned slightly. “You didn’t sleep all night?”

Hilla shook her head. “I slept. I haven’t gotten any inspiration but I fell asleep! I shouldn’t sleep!”

Seeing her dejected look, Bruce chuckled. He touched her hair and gently patted her head.

His motion carried some comfort and affection and Hilla was comforted a little.

“Don’t be too hard. Go downstairs and have a meal first. Gather your strength and you will have more inspiration.”

Bruce’s voice sounded above her head, and Hilla nodded weakly.

Before she got some inspiration, she couldn’t maintain her spirit.

“You go to work first. Don’t worry about me.”

Hilla took a step back and closed the door.

Bruce frowned and felt a little regretful. Wasn’t this too hard for her?

If Carlie was just an ordinary person, not the most popular new actress of this year, Hilla wouldn’t have felt so much pressure.

Her every word and action, her dress and hair all had to be carefully pondered by the designer.

Hilla took a deep breath and threw herself onto the bed. She needed a good sleep.

Just as Bruce had said, she might get some inspiration after she woke up.

Hilla fell asleep quickly while thinking about that. It was afternoon when she woke up.

She had only two days to design, but what had she been doing these two days? Hilla sat up, feeling dazed.

Alexa was worried and came to knock on the door. Hilla opened the door. Seeing Hilla, Alexa let out a sigh of relief and said, “Mr. Anderson said your phone is off.”

She had been in a daze for the past two days. Her phone had probably run out of battery.

Hilla went into the room, took her phone, and charged it. “Alexa, is there anything to eat?”

“Yes. I’m afraid that you would be hungry, so I keep the food heating in the pot.”

Hilla scratched her head. She wasn’t hungry but sleepy. If this went on, she would be lazier.

After eating downstairs, Hilla quickly changed her clothes and went out to prevent herself from being sleepy.

It was still bright, but the sun had set and the air was not so hot anymore.

There were two fountains in the lake in the community, and a long corridor was between the two fountains. Hilla leaned against the railing, watching the fish poke their heads out of the water and breathe.

The sound of the water made her feel comfortable. Some black swans and mandarin ducks swam over.

Many children on the shore wanted to feed them. However, the swans ignored them and calmly floated in the water. Their lazy appearance was in sharp contrast to the noise on the shore.

“Mom, the swan is missing!” A child cried. Hilla raised her head and saw that the swan’s shadow in the water was gone.

It seemed still to be there. Hilla blinked and saw that swan. The sky was dark and the swan hid in the darkness.

“Mom, the swan appeared again. It can turn invisible!”

It was the cheerful laughter of the child, and Hilla also laughed. It was not that the swan could be invisible, but that the darkness had hidden it.

Hilla was stunned. She suddenly thought of something and laughed.

Bruce was right. When one was sober, one would get some inspiration easier.

When Bruce came back from outside, he found that his wife was still in her room. He frowned. Alexa just said, “Hilla had just gone upstairs after dinner and ordered not to disturb her.”

Therefore, Mr. Anderson, who had a headache from sleeping in the study room last night, slept in the study room one more night.

Bruce laid up trouble for himself!

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Hilla worked till midnight and threw herself onto the bed to sleep.

She spent half the night finishing the design on the drawing board. Then she took a picture and sent it to Carlie’s agent.

It was too late and Hilla didn’t get a response, but she still slept soundly.

The next morning, she was woken up by the ringing of her phone. Hilla looked at the strange number and frowned slightly.

It’s so early in the morning. Was it an advertising call?

She wanted to hang up. Thinking for a moment, she still answered.

“Ms. Holt, I saw your design. It’s very beautiful. Could you finish this dress in three days?”

Carlie called her! Hilla was no longer sleepy. She sat up and said, “It should be.”

“I want to try this dress earlier.”

Carlie’s tone sounded as calm as it used to be. But the urgency in her voice could be heard.

All women like beautiful things, not to mention that Carlie was a star. She had to stay beautiful anytime and anywhere.

“I will do it as soon as possible, but the materials you gave me are not suitable.”

“If you need anything, tell my agent. My assistant would prepare it for you immediately.”

Hilla had to finish the dress before Carlie’s next week’s red carpet show.

Hilla responded. Carlie didn’t want to disturb her anymore either and then hung up.

Carlie was satisfied with the design. Hilla decided to start making the dress immediately.

It had to be finished in three days. Hilla was busier than she had been two days ago.

Bruce returned home and didn’t see his wife once again.

Although he had a wife, he felt like he was a bachelor.

Orlenna called and heard that Hilla had stayed in her room for a few days without going out. She said angrily, “Bruce, I thought that you were more sensible than Margaret since you were a child. It seems that I’m wrong.”

What if she ignored you? Shouldn’t you go and pester her?

Bruce rubbed between his eyebrows resignedly, “She is working.”

“Is her work more important than you giving birth to a child? Bruce, do you know what my neighbors think about you? They suspected you are sterile! Do you still want the dignity of a man?”

Bruce thought, “Do I not live with dignity?”

“I know. I will hold on tight.”

Bruce heard perfunctory. Orlenna snorted, “I don’t want you to be unable to get a child when you want to.”

That would be terrible.

Bruce hung up the phone and glanced at the room upstairs. Seeing that Alexa had warmed up the milk, he went to pour a cup. Under Alexa’s strange gaze, he went upstairs.

Hilla cut the cloth and was carefully comparing the size. Listening to the knock, she didn’t raise her head and said, “Come in.”

“Alexa just warmed up the milk. It’s good for sleeping.”

Hilla waved her hand and said, “I’ll be very busy tonight. Drink it yourself and go to bed early.”

She would probably stay up all night in these two days.

Bruce frowned and asked tentatively, “Could I sleep in our bedroom tonight?”

When he asked this question, his lips were tightly pursed, and his brows were furrowed.

He had not touched her for several days.

Not to mention hugging and sleeping together, he wouldn’t even get a chance to kiss her.

Hilla packed up her things and nodded briskly. “Sure!”

Then she put the materials she needed into a bag and got up to leave.

Bruce hadn’t been happy long yet and quickly pulled her. “It’s so late. Aren’t you going to sleep yet?”

“I’m not sleeping. There’s no sewing machine here. I’m going downstairs. You don’t have to wait for me. Sleep first.”

Bruce thought, “Then what’s the point of me moving back?”

When Bruce woke up the next morning, the sheet beside him was still flat. Hilla didn’t come here.

His sleep was getting worse and worse.

Even this mattress worth tens of thousands couldn’t make him sleep well.

When he got up and went downstairs, Alexa had been here to make breakfast. The

sunlight from outside the window shone in, and the room was silent except for the sound of cooking in the kitchen.

“Is Hilla not home?”

Alexa came out of the kitchen. Hearing Bruce’s question, she was stunned and said, “When I came, I saw her holding a large bag of things. She told me that she was going back to the country and would come back in two days.”

Bruce thought, “So what? He became a bachelor again?”

Thinking of Orlenna’s words, Bruce couldn’t help but sneer. If it went on like this, they wouldn’t have a child until two years later!

Hilla returned to the countryside to find Halle. Although she was talented in design, she was not as good as Halle in sewing skills.

Halle was slightly startled when she saw the design and the pattern on the skirt. She looked at Hilla and asked, “Did you design it?”

She was familiar with Hilla’s design habits. She could recognize her design.

It was just that the patterns of the dress surprised her.

Hilla nodded and explained to Halle, “I suddenly thought of that pattern one day. I call it ripple. Do you feel like it is like flowing water?”

Halle nodded. She was sure that there was no such pattern in the album of the Holt family. It was designed by Hilla.

Her father was right. Hilla was more talented than her. She had better comprehension and better design.

She was meticulous, but she was only talented in handwork. “You want me to embroider these patterns?” Hilla nodded. “Could you finish it in a day?”

They still had a lot of things to do. She was afraid that she would not be able to make it in time.

Halle sized it up and said, “It should be okay. Let Alexa take care of Emily.”

Halle spent much time accompanying Emily every day. Hilla was clear about that so she was worried that Halle would have no time before she came here.

Hilla stayed in the studio in the countryside for two days. Halle didn’t complete it the first day because of Emily. When Emily fell asleep, Halle stayed up till midnight.

When Hilla saw the finished dress, she smiled with satisfaction. Even Halle couldn’t help but praise, “This skirt is really beautiful. Carlie will like it.”

Carlie was very tall. This dress fit her very well.

“I hope that with this dress, our studio can run better.”

Hilla glanced around and looked at Emily playing on the sofa. She could lose this studio, but Halle couldn’t!

This was Halle’s source of income and also her and Emily’s reliance.

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