Chapter 1186

I can't recall what Bruce said to comfort me. I only remember him holding me tightly, and then, somehow, I drifted off to sleep. Judging by my current state, he didn't do anything to me last night. He didn't try to trick me into bed. All he did was help me change into clean clothes, wipe my face, and carry me back to bed. I slept alone last night. The living room and bathroom must have been cleaned by him afterward. He even left a glass of water by my bedside, anticipating I would wake up thirsty. But beyond that, he didn't do anything. When he left, I didn't even notice. The worst-case scenario I had feared didn't happen. Bruce wasn't here to manipulate me or satisfy his desire; he didn't touch me, so why had he come? It couldn't be just to check on me, take care of me while I was drunk, wipe my face, wash my clothes, and clean my apartment, could it? No, that didn't make sense. Someone who would do all that either loved one deeply or had far too much time on their hands. Bruce