Chapter 32

I panicked and lost my strength. Bruce immediately took advantage of the situation and wriggled his way in. I was discouraged and looked up at him, asking, "Mr. Harold, do you think that this is appropriate?" He did not speak. His brow was knitted in frustration as he pulled at his tie. This was an unusual sight. Outside the door, Caroline's voice came closer and closer. "Nance, are you asleep?" I pinched my brow and forced myself to be alert. I gestured to Bruce to hide behind the door. My fingers had just alighted on the doorknob when he reached out a hand and covered mine with his. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his lean arms. His palms felt burning hot. "Nance." His voice was low and deep in my ear. "Aren't we close?" He was crazy. Was Bruce not afraid of making a commotion at all? I looked up at him in frustration and did not make a sound. In the silence, I suddenly felt a tightening arm around my waist, and suddenly I was pulled into his embrace.