Chapter 646

I was startled to find that the person reaching for the fish food from my hand wasn't Jonah but Bruce. With his body leaned in, his broad chest pressed against my slender shoulders. I could feel his warmth and catch a hint of his refreshing scent. As he looked down at me, his dense lashes cast a touch of wistfulness over his deep eyes. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt his look wasn't as intense and piercing as before. Instead, it seemed to hold a deep sadness. Within that sadness, there was an undercurrent of affection. Affection? I must be mistaken. How could Bruce possibly look at me with affection? He only reserved such feelings for Cindy. I quickly snapped back to reality and stood up, creating some distance between us. I lowered my gaze to avoid his eyes and spoke politely, "Sorry, Mr. Harold, I mistook you for Jonah. I hope you're not offended." It wasn't my fault for confusing him. After all, I hadn't expected Bruce to come over silently and snatch the fish fo