Chapter 118

I was indeed feeling nauseous. Red wine tended to have a strong aftereffect, and I hadn't held back during the meal. But if I were to tell Bruce that, he would probably just think I was pretending. "Thank you for worrying. I'm feeling much better now." Bruce cocked a brow at my words, a cold glint flashing in his beautiful eyes. He exuded an intimidating air whenever he wasn't speaking. I didn't want to spoil the mood, so I tentatively asked, "Is there anything else I could help you with?" I had urgent matters to attend to. It was a passing question, yet Bruce ordered, "What are you just standing there for? Come here and support me." I thought I had misheard him and widened my eyes at Bruce. The latter remained composed, with only a slight hint of exhaustion in his eyes. Support him? Were my ears playing tricks on me? John was the one who' had it the hardest during the meal. Bruce had only drunk two glasses, yet he needed support. "What's wrong? You don't want to?" He fixed