Chapter 114

I had never expected this from Bruce. For a moment, I didn't know whether to stay or go. But John stepped forward to smooth things over. "Mr. Harold, Nan—Ms. Fisher doesn't usually exercise, and she looks exhausted." Hearing this, Bruce gave John a cold glare and mocked, "You have such keen observations." It seemed Bruce was determined to make things difficult for me. John glanced at me sadly and didn't dare continue. I pitied him for having such an ill-tempered boss. The atmosphere became tense. "Don't be so serious, Mr. Harold," Queenie chimed in. "Women are usually weaker than men. But I've thought of something better. Care to listen, Mr. Harold?" "Do enlighten me, Ms. Smith," Bruce replied. "Since Ms. Fisher is tired, we'll let her get her rest." She grinned at John slyly. "We'll leave her to you. As for me, I'll accompany Mr. Harold to the mountaintop. Let's meet at the cafe later, okay?" Even though she had phrased it as a question, it was obvious that she had made u